long night walk

Chapter 451 Night Charm
Yun Rong who was cultivated in the ice coffin did not sleep forever day and night.

The spiritual root of the wood system, which has been cultivated into a celestial being, is so powerful. In just a few months, that power awakened her again.

It's just that she can't leave the ice coffin, she can hear the voice of the world from the outside world, but she can't convey her own voice to the outside world.

He was very happy about the night she woke up. In the desolate and uninhabited ancient city, he found a rusty and mottled wind chime, and hung it with vines in front of the ice coffin. She is alone.

Fang Geyu felt that the couple always had their own unique way of getting along.

Even if they were reduced to this point and fell into the dust, the two of them could still live happily and return clean.

She can often see that in the middle of the night, he looks for the forest to live, with a bonfire, and a deserted mountain.

When nothing happened, he would sit peacefully in front of the ice coffin and tell her about the daily life of fireworks, green pine and white snow.

He is not good at chatting, and most of the things he said are very boring, and Fang Geyu feels sleepy after hearing it.

But Yunrong was always able to sit patiently and quietly in the ice coffin with her hands folded around her knees, her chin resting on her knees, her blue hair spilled over her shoulders, and the Xuexue Sword, which never left her body, was quietly resting at her feet at this moment, cutting the water There is a soft smile in the eyes.

She will cherish listening to him every word and every word seriously.

In the fluffy hemp, don't help yourself upright.

It is really a beautiful picture of peace and tranquility.

Seeing this, Fang Geyu suddenly felt that this pair of men and women who were caught in a desperate catastrophe, compared to the past when they respected each other like guests, were more like a real couple.

Ah Rao once said that Yun Rong was an unintentional person, but Fang Geyu felt that it was a kind of prejudice against her.

When all things first appear clean and clear, you can know what kind of grass this bud turns into.

In Yunrong's eyes, she clearly saw the love and tenderness that just happened every year.

In the final analysis, Jian Chi, who was revered by the world, was originally just a mortal woman.

The snow fell more and more, and he was still wearing the thin sword robe when he left the Celestial Seal of his homeland. He no longer had spiritual roots to protect him. Feng Han also knew to take advantage of the situation.

After chatting with her for a while, he felt that his body was hot and his bones were piercing cold. He knew something was wrong, so he leaned against the dead vines and old trees, ready to fall asleep and rest.

Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, and then suddenly realized that there are some ways of being a wife that don't need to be taught.

She bent her knuckles and made two clear and crisp sounds on the ice.

He watched her take a deep breath on the coffin face, and wrote a line in reverse: "In the coming year when the snow will be cold, I will sew winter clothes for Jun Lang."

At that time, he rolled his eyes and smiled, saying hello.

At this time, the clouds and mists were beginning to separate, and an ominous gray and cold moon slowly peeked out of the clouds.

The bonfire goes out without wind, and the wild wind blows all over the place.

The bleak and evil moonlight shone between the mountains and forests, and the ancient brown forest seemed to be moistened with some kind of poisonous juice, and dense and soft thorns began to grow, and the land covered by the thorns bloomed strange and pale flowers. The dangerous rose is a deadly and beautiful temptation that seems to contain poison.

He opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the broken sword, a trace of solemn vigilance flashed in his eyes, instinctively guarded in front of the ice coffin, and looked around.

Along the way, the countless big and small monsters he encountered were all avoided if he could, and if he couldn't, he had no choice but to fight.

Although the spiritual root was abolished, the Taoism learned over thousands of years is not completely useless, and he has never hoped for a way to draw qi into the body.

It's just that at this moment his body is like a leaking sieve, the spiritual power introduced into his body cannot last forever, no matter what kind of battle it is, he must deal with it calmly and resolve it quickly.

But this time, the monsters he encountered were, in a sense, more difficult and difficult to deal with than those big monsters who caused trouble.

There was a mist in the forest, and there was a misty moonlight. A huge figure stepped on the flowers from far to near, and walked slowly.

It was an adult black tiger with hanging eyes. On the tiger's back sat a beautiful woman with long hair and a shawl. The forest dew and fireflies surrounded her exquisite and graceful body, as if exuding the chill of night charm.

In her hand was a lantern with blue and white eaves, and the jade falling under the lantern made a crisp sound in the cold mist.

This woman has a pair of enchanting and clear faces, like a mysterious fairy in the dark night forest, wearing a long dress with silver and sapphire pendant.

Her pair of ears are slightly pointed than ordinary people, her skin is fair, and the two strands of hair around her cheeks are gently brushed by the wind to add a bit of seductive style.

Obviously, she is a female succubus.

She looked at him from a distance, and there was an unconcealable passion in her eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Look who I have met? Isn't this the Immortal Fu Ye who is like a banished fairy from the sky?"

His eyes were heavy, and he held the sword motionless.

Fuye Immortal Monarch is the immortal title bestowed upon him by the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhanqin after he ascended the Dao, but in the human world, monks from all kinds of immortal sects are more accustomed to calling him the Sword Master.

Jinxi Immortal World has been destroyed, this title is all ridiculed.

The bonfire was extinguished, and by the moonlight, the female succubus carefully looked at the man under the tree. In this chaotic night where demons were rampant, his back seemed to be always straight.

There seems to be a tenacious strength in the tall and straight figure like the cold and green pine.

Her eyes lit up, originally it was just for the fun of fame, but she never thought that the immortal sword master above the high mountain was actually so good-looking.

Just by looking at it from afar, one can feel a bright and beautiful aura infecting her.

In this era when all the immortals are perishing, she has seen a lot of those immortals who lost their Tsinghua arrogance in order to save their lives, and the appearance of fawning on cartilage is very appetizing.

And the one in front of her, even though the sword robe was worn out, was washed very clean and fresh, clearly living in the world, but gave her a feeling that even if he was down and out, he should still be that lofty, simple, dignified and inviolable statue in his bones.

The female succubus's chuckle echoed throughout the night, and her figure suddenly disappeared.

In the far distance, an ethereal and illusory shadow was projected on the ground, with bright red blood beads like jewels sprinkled in the white petals between the ground.

After absorbing her fresh blood, the already bewitching petals became moist and reddish, making them even more bewitching and bewitching.

A slender and soft bare hand passed through his hair, and ambiguously stuck to his cheek, and his fingertips wiped a bloody red mark on his pale face.

It is the blood of the succubus, which is naturally fragrant and can seduce the deepest desires in people's hearts.

She wrapped her other hand around his waist softly and bonelessly, hugged him tightly from behind, and whispered into his ear, "I didn't know that Lord Fuye was born so beautiful." , It really made me live all these years in vain."

His face was slightly cold, and the broken sword in his hand brought thousands of sword intents and shot towards the back.

The female succubus raised her eyebrows slightly, her body turned into a peach-colored mist, and her aura disappeared into the sword intent.

The next moment, she floated three steps in front of him again, but there was a large black sword robe in Su's hand that was still bleeding.

He was startled, and then realized that at some point, the robe on his body was taken off by the female devil.

(End of this chapter)