After All, They Are the Protagonists

But if he meets Mu Zhi'an at the Immortal Ascension Conference in the end, how to deal with it is better, but Bai Ruoxi hasn't figured it out yet.

"He won't mind being defeated, let alone someone he likes." Wei Mengrou said lightly.

She paused, put her hand on Xuebai's chin, pondered for a moment, and a gleam of joy flashed in her eyes: "It's better to say, if you have any dissatisfaction with him, you might as well beat him up at the Immortal Ascension Conference .”

Bai Ruoxi said helplessly: "Sometimes I don't know what the relationship between Sister Mengrou and Mu Lang is at all."

Wei Mengrou's attitude towards Mu Zhi'an has always been indifferent, but she has always followed him. This kind of complicated behavior is somewhat incomprehensible in the eyes of many people.

Wei Mengrou said indifferently: "Isn't he the favorite to be treated like this?"

After all, Mu Zhi'an said before, "Sister Mengrou, please scold me!" or "Sister Mengrou, please step on me" and other incomprehensible words.

She turned her head to look at Bai Ruoxi, and stared at those gentle and bright eyes: "It has always been like this when I was in Tianxuan City."

I like being bullied... Bai Ruoxi tilted her head slightly, with a little confusion in her eyes.

Then, as if remembering something, she lightly pressed her slender fingers on the fabric of her thighs, looked at the small embroidered shoes under the skirt, and recalled in her mind the previous night when Mu Zhian was stepped on by her "bullying" ", but it was quite a happy scene.

Bai Ruoxi's pretty face was gradually stained with a faint blush, she raised her head and was about to speak.

At this moment, as if she had sensed some dangerous aura, she immediately withdrew her weak posture, and the dazzling golden lightsabers behind her unfolded quietly like a peacock spreading its tail, brilliant and dazzling.

Bai Ruoxi stared at the sky.

A certain spiritual consciousness in his body seemed to be called. The Lord of the Sword Palace, who was curled up in Bai Ruoxi's cauldron, closed his eyes tightly, and frowned slightly, as if he had received some induction, and slowly opened his eyes. Eyes opened.

In a certain room, Lin Ling was lying on the window sill, holding a roasted crane leg in her hand, looking at the snowy scenery outside the window with a pair of bright red eyes.

The charcoal fire in the house burns quietly, adding a lot of warmth to the room.

Snowy weather, charcoal fire, warm room, plus a pot of hot tea and an eight-treasure crane just out of the oven.

In the entire Liangyi School, only Miss Lin Ling knows how to enjoy it.

Although it was built on the basis of Canghai Peak's first heart-wrenching heart...

As if aware of something, Lin Ling opened her small red lips slightly, took a bite of the roasted crane meat, and quietly looked at the snow curtain in the distance with her magnificent eyes.

Under a pure white snow scene, a paper crane wrapped in black mist flew into Tianhe Garden, looking ordinary.

However, if a monk sees it for the first time, he will involuntarily feel awe.

Boom!

There was a sudden thunderclap in the sky, and there seemed to be billowing clouds in the distant sky.

After Lin Ling swallowed the crane meat, she said something in a low voice.

In Tianhe Garden, a formation method silently enveloped it.

The robbery cloud disappeared in an instant.

Lin Ling poured a cup of hot tea, looked up at the window, as if seeing something, she couldn't help tilting her head, and blinked her moist red eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she raised the teacup, facing out the window, and made a gesture of clinking glasses.

……

Wei Mengrou stared suspiciously at the paper crane that was approaching slowly in the distance. An ominous black mist was emitting from the paper crane at the moment. It didn't emit much spiritual energy, but there was an inexplicable palpitation.

"Paper crane?"

Bai Ruoxi stared at the paper crane in mid-air, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was some doubt in her eyes.

Soon, she noticed again that this mysterious paper crane seemed to be flying towards their direction.

"Sister Mengrou, be careful, this thing is weird!" Bai Ruoxi reminded in a low voice, guarding against the mysterious paper crane in the air.

However, instead of retreating, Wei Mengrou walked forward slowly, as if attracted by the mysterious paper crane, and slowly raised her fingertips, as if to hold up the snowflakes that were falling outside.

A mysterious paper crane wrapped in black mist flew over, until finally, it stopped at Wei Mengrou's fingertips.

Behind her, Bai Ruoxi looked suspiciously at Wei Mengrou's slender back and the paper crane resting on the fingertips of the maid in the yellow dress.

Bai Ruoxi hesitated and said, "Sister Mengrou, this thing is..."

Wei Mengrou shook her head gently: "I don't know."

When she saw the paper crane just now, she felt an inexplicable sense of nostalgia, why she has such a sense of nostalgia, she can't explain now.

Wei Mengrou slowly took apart the paper crane resting on her fingertips.

At the same time, the words on the paper crane also came into view.

Bai Ruoxi followed her gaze, and after seeing the contents of the letter, she couldn't help but subconsciously look at Wei Mengrou again, and said softly, "Sister Mengrou's acquaintance?"

Wei Mengrou stared at the letter paper and slowly shook her head: "I don't remember any acquaintances I know in the sect."

When she said this, she couldn't help but have a hint of doubt and incomprehension in her eyes.

"This is not a paper crane flying from the sect." At this moment, Bai Ruoxi suddenly let out a coquettish and cold melodious voice.

The dress on her body was dyed crow black at some point, and the bright red plum blossoms were printed on the black palace skirt. Compared with the image of the weak young lady in the past, Bai Ruoxi at this time is a bit more coquettish and charming sense.

Wei Mengrou's eyes narrowed slightly: "Master of the Sword Palace?"

"Aren't you still asleep?"

"It was originally in a deep sleep, but you guys made such a big commotion all of a sudden... It doesn't look like you intend to make people sleep peacefully." Gong Lianyue glanced at the letter paper in Wei Mengrou's hand.

Wei Mengrou's thoughts moved slightly, and he said, "Senior, do you know the owner of this letter paper?"

"There was a relationship once. After all, she is the only one who wants to step on it after resonating with the Heavenly Dao."

"However, why this paper crane resonates with you, I don't know." Just as Gong Lianyue said this, she suddenly seemed to feel something, and looked up not far ahead.

Wei Mengrou also looked up.

In the small snow-covered garden covered in silver, a young man in a black and gold robe was walking towards the courtyard, holding a black box in his arms.

When the two discovered Mu Zhian, Mu Zhian naturally also noticed them.

He raised his head, and when he saw Gong Lianyue, he was stunned for a moment, and then he glanced at the material of the palace skirt supported by his full breasts, and then he was silent in his heart: younger than Naixi, this is the Mistress of the Sword Palace.

If it was normal, Mu Zhi'an would probably take this opportunity to admire Gong Lianyue's figure in secret. Although her breasts are not as big as Naixi's, and her appearance is equally stunning, plus her temperament is completely opposite to that of Bai Ruoxi. This sense of contrast is a fatal temptation for men.

But now Mu Zhian is more concerned about the whereabouts of the paper crane than this.

"If I remember correctly, the paper crane flew into this courtyard just now...but why can't I see it now?"

As soon as Mu Zhian had this idea in his heart, his eyes suddenly froze on the letter paper in Wei Mengrou's hand.

After staring briefly, he raised his head subconsciously, looked at Wei Mengrou in disbelief, and muttered to himself: "Is it really you..."

The reborn person is Wei Mengrou? !

As if sensing Mu Zhian's gaze, Wei Mengrou frowned slightly, staring at Mu Zhian, and said, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Mu Zhian come back to his senses, and walked into the pavilion with the black box in his arms.

His gaze fell on the letter paper in Wei Mengrou's hand, and he raised his head to look at the maid, "Did the paper crane fly into your hand?"

Wei Mengrou nodded lightly, and said hesitantly, "This paper crane belongs to you..."

Mu Zhian shook his head, and put the black box on the table: "The paper cranes are stored in this box."

"Does Palace Master know the origin of this black box?" Mu Zhi'an quickly looked up at Gong Lianyue and asked.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the establishment of the Sword Palace. Gong Lianyue and the original witch should be from the same era. Maybe they will have some understanding of the identity of the original witch.

However, Gong Lianyue's answer soon made Mu Zhi'an a little more regretful.

"I've never seen this black box."

"However, this thing should belong to the original witch, and there is aura left by her on it." She continued.

Mu Zhi'an's eyes moved slightly, he looked at this coquettish and pure beauty, and said, "Does the palace master know where the spiritual energy is stored?"

Gong Lianyue shook her head slowly: "Give it up, this box has a special formation, unless it is someone approved by her, others have no possibility of unlocking this black box."

When she said this, she suddenly froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

Speaking of which, this black box can only be opened by those approved by the original witch, but the paper crane was not in the black box just now.

In other words, someone had already opened the black box and liberated the paper cranes in the black box.

Here comes the question.

Who is that person...

Gong Lianyue stared at Mu Zhi'an silently, with a bit of depth in her smart eyes.

Mu Zhi'an naturally didn't know what Gong Lianyue was thinking at the moment, his eyes fell directly on Wei Mengrou, and said, "Sister Mengrou, do you have any impression of this thing?"

He pointed to the black box on the desk case.

Wei Mengrou just glanced at it, then shook her head slightly: "I don't have any impression."

Sister Mengrou didn't seem to be lying... Mu Zhian stared at Wei Mengrou's charming face and calm answer, and soon became a little puzzled in his mind.

Paper cranes would not fly to Wei Mengrou's side for no reason, but Sister Mengrou didn't look like she was lying either.

And she has been by my side for so long in the past, if sister Mengrou is really a reborn, how could it be possible that I haven't found out until now?

Just when Mu Zhi'an was thinking about these messy things, Wei Mengrou seemed to be attracted by something, and his eyes fell on the black box of the table case.

She gently caressed the black box with her slender fingers, and then, under Mu Zhian's astonished gaze, slowly opened the black box on the table.

That seemingly ordinary peach blossom seemed to have received some kind of induction at this time, filled with an inexplicable black mist.

Mu Zhian's eyes were slightly fixed on the black mist.

He had practiced the Southern Wilderness Secret Art, so he recognized it right away. This black mist is exactly the same as the black mist that shields the sky in the Southern Wilderness!

Boom!

There was a thunderclap from the sky, as if the sky was shaking.Then, a thunderbolt like a dragon crashed into Tianhe Garden at a speed that the monks hadn't even reacted to!

However, when the thunder and lightning that was as thick as a dragon fell into the Tianhe Garden, it was swallowed by the formation without a sound, and even the sound of the outside world could not be heard in the Tianhe Garden.

Wei Mengrou's eyes were slightly dazed, and she reached out to pick up the peach blossom.

At this moment, within Mu Zhian's body, a ray of blue light lighted up soundlessly.

It quietly flew out of Mu Zhi'an's natural furnace, and then turned into a fairy in a blue and white dress who was not stained with mortal dust.

"The fairy was also awakened?" Mu Zhian subconsciously looked at Yao Meng's peerless figure, and became more and more certain in his heart that there must be some relationship between the original witch and Wei Mengrou.