After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 202 One person holds an umbrella

Every time Jiang Qiuchi appears, he always seems to amaze people and make people feel refreshing.

This may have something to do with her clothing.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, girls always love to wear that red dress.

Especially when the sky and earth are completely white, her red body will look particularly bright.

Even in the middle of the night, the girl couldn't lose any of her luster.

Chen An recognized the person and was stunned for a moment. He didn't say anything and just continued to kneel with his head down.

Who doesn't know that this is stupid?

The young man's expression remained unchanged, his eyes lowered.

Late at night, because of his silence, silence returned again.

In such cold weather, even the chirping of insects in the mountains that could often be heard in the past has lost its sound.

Everything is quiet.

But Master Daoxuan seemed determined not to see him.

Beside her, seeing that Chen An still refused to give up, the girl continued to talk, with a little more complaint in her tone.

"He is really an idiot, with a wooden head!"

"That old guy has been alive for who knows how long. What tricks haven't he seen before?"

"Do you think you can impress him just by kneeling here? Maybe he is secretly spying on you right now, watching your jokes!"

The young man Xu didn't listen to Jiang Qiuchi's words, but it made an 'old guy' subconsciously withdraw his secretly voyeuristic gaze.

Fortunately, he was hiding in the cave and no one could notice his embarrassment.

The wind and snow blew across the mountains, bringing up sobs like a baby crying in the night sky.

After a while, Chen An looked at the girl standing next to him and said softly: "Take the umbrella away."

Hearing this, the latter seemed to be angry with him. He raised his picturesque and charming eyebrows, pursed his red lips, and gritted his teeth.

"You take it away if you ask me to. Wouldn't that make me lose face? And why should I listen to you?"

The girl in the red dress snorted and raised her chin.

When Chen An saw this, he didn't say anything anymore, but just looked away without saying a word.

Perhaps sensing something, Jiang Qiuchi stopped making any more noise, and just stood silently with him.

The figures of a man and a woman seemed a little lonely in the vast wind and snow.

This long night seemed so long for the first time.

I don’t know how long it took, until the sky was filled with a touch of fish belly white.

The morning light was finally approaching, putting a layer of frost on the young man's eyebrows.

He was soaked all over, and his green clothes clung to his skin, bringing a cold and biting touch.

Without spiritual energy to protect the body, this kind of touch can even be called a sting.

Whenever the wind blows, it will make the young man's figure tremble.

Jiang Qiuchi looked at him blankly, holding the handle of the umbrella with his knuckles and unconsciously squeezing it so that the fingertips turned slightly white.

After kneeling in the snow for a whole night, with nothing to cover him, Chen An's mental state was noticeably worse.

His eyebrows trembled slightly, his lips were slightly pursed, and his lower lip was slightly blue.

In fact, with the monk's own physique, he should be able to hold on for a few more days.

But in Jiang Qiuchi's eyes, it still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because she had no such experience in the past that she didn't know how to describe it.

I just feel my heart twitching, it's indescribable and indescribable sadness.

It seemed that all she could do was hold an umbrella for the boy so that he would not be constantly tortured by the wind and snow.

After all, the person who made this decision was the leader of the sect, a True Lord Who Overcomes Tribulation.

No one dared to openly disobey him.

……

Tianshan.

Looking down from the sky, the top of Tianshan Mountain is also covered with a layer of silver covered by heavy snow.

Like a silver-white prison, the girl's slender figure was locked on the top of the mountain.

Master Daoxuan did not deliberately restrict Mu Sanniang's actions, but only activated the formations passed down by his ancestors.

Draw the ground as a prison.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would have to be alone in this small place for hundreds of years, exposed to the cold wind day and night.

Is this punishment severe?

<divclass="contentadv">That is naturally very strict.

But if you compare it with the sect's laws and regulations, or if you become a mortal and have nowhere to find the path to immortality.

It seems that it is not so severe again.

Even if everything is done in accordance with the sect's rules, then the person who serves as the master of the Discipline Hall and is in charge of punishment is Zuo Yunshan, the master of Shangxuan Peak.

Let him judge Mu Sanniang, and he might directly execute her and bury her beloved disciple with her.

Therefore, what Master Daoxuan did was really painstaking.

now.

The girl seemed to have lost all her vitality, and she still maintained the posture of slumped on the ground during the day, just in a daze.

Master Daoxuan had already left, and the light curtain he had transformed naturally disappeared with it.

She could no longer witness her brother being swallowed up bit by bit by the wind and snow like she did during the day.

Mu Sanniang lowered her head, her black hair brushing her face, covering most of her beautiful face.

The white skirt trailed to the ground and spread out with the girl as the center. Looking from a distance, it looked like the coldest snow lotus in the world.

It's just that now Xue Lian has lost that elegance and nobility, and is only left helpless and pale to the point of despair.

In other words, it should be this pale.

Perhaps it was not just the young man in the scene who was buried by the wind and snow.

And the girl’s last remaining trace of conscience.

Her desire to become stronger has never been as strong as it is now.

As if sensing something, a familiar old voice sounded from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Little guy, it seems that you are in a very bad situation..."

The old woman's words made Mu Sanniang's eyes move slightly and she quickly raised her head.

Even though her 'master' had no physical body at all.

"Master, please teach me."

As if grasping the last life-saving straw, Mu Sanniang spoke anxiously.

The 'master' who resides in the sword has been silent since she entered the bottom of the hell.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to speak out just now, Mu Sanniang would have almost forgotten that she existed.

The old woman saw the girl's anxiety in her eyes, and her thoughts moved slightly.

She suddenly thought that this seemed like an opportunity...

A trace of cruelty flashed through the old woman's heart.

almost.

It’s time to close the net yourself.

The original plan was to wait until the girl stepped into the foundation to start.

But something unexpected happened, which made her afraid to act rashly for a while.

Whether it was the mummy in the bottom of the underworld or the arrival of Master Daoxuan, she was terrified, fearing that her aura would be leaked.

After all, she is just a remnant soul now. Compared with those truly top immortal cultivators, she can only be slapped to death.

Thinking of this, the old woman's expression changed and she said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the old man's body is now dead and his cultivation level is completely gone. There is really nothing he can do to help you."

Following her words, the girl's newly ignited glimmer of hope was extinguished before her eyes, and her pale blue eyes flashed with despair, becoming empty and without luster.

Seeing this, the old woman felt happy and said again: "Although I can't help you get out of trouble, there is nothing wrong with letting you take a look at your young husband."

Mu Sanniang was startled when she heard this.

She subconsciously wanted to nod, but then she stopped abruptly.

She was inexplicably timid.

She is afraid.

Afraid of seeing his brother look so humble as he has never done before.

Afraid of seeing my brother's frail figure kneeling alone in the wind and snow.

As for the young man he was called by 'Master', she didn't care that much.

After hesitating for a long time, Mu Sanniang nodded.

She pursed her thin lips and looked in front of her.

There, the young man's figure appeared through the spell performed by the old woman.

What made Mu Sanniang stunned was that next to her younger brother, there was an extraordinarily bright blush...