I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

Feng Xuan was furious: "Didn't you say this afternoon, wait for me."

Li Furen was stunned, his eyes were deep.

Because she was still in the dungeon and was afraid of being discovered, Feng Xuan did not cancel the invisibility spell.

He circled around Li Furen, his little brain spinning fast, pretending to be mysterious:

"I know what you're thinking right now."

Li Furen cooperated indifferently: "What are you thinking?"

Feng Xuan folded her arms around her chest, straightened her back, raised her head high, and looked full of complacency: "You must be thinking—"

His tone was exaggerated: "—how can there be such a good person as Feng Xuan in this world!"

Li Furen froze.

Feng Xuan later realized that Li Furen couldn't see his movements, so she put down her hands and pulled Li Furen's clothes with both hands, holding back a smile: "Is it, do you think so?"

Li Furen lowered his eyes, and the faint light in his eyes kept flickering.

Feng Xuan was originally joking, but she was afraid of offending Li Furen with her smile, so she quickly stopped smiling: "Hahaha, I'm just joking, I guess, what do you mean—"

He loosened the corner of Li Furen's clothes and stood up, touched his hand, and pulled out a thick coat like a magic trick.

As soon as the coat left Feng Xuan, it broke away from the invisibility technique and completely covered Li Furen's half body sitting cross-legged.

"Will, will, will!"

Feng Xuan squatted down as if asking for credit, and pulled off Li Furen's coat, still remembering the smug thoughts: "Is it? Are you thinking about this?"

He covered Li Furen tightly: "As soon as I guessed it, I knew that this ghostly dungeon must be wet and cold. You have no cultivation, so it must be difficult to resist."

As he said that, he did the same thing again, throwing down the food and the elixir: "Here, I brought you the medicine you took as well."

Feng Xuan approached with a smile: "How about it, do you believe that there are beautiful little gods now?"

Li Furen's eyelashes trembled non-stop.

Unlike Li Furen's lifeless mortal body, Feng Xuan didn't need food, so she sat beside Li Furen, propped her head, and watched Li Furen eat.

Looking at it, Feng Xuan couldn't help expressing emotion, good-looking people even look so good-looking when they eat.

Even in a dirty and dark dungeon, Li Furen's every move is like a painting, Feng Xuan thinks quietly, there is only the sound of Li Furen's movements in the dungeon for a while.

After a while, Feng Xuan saw Li Furen looking at the corner where no one was around, and tentatively called out uncertainly: "Feng Xuan?"

Li Furen thought he was gone.This thought quickly flashed through Feng Xuan's mind.

But Feng Xuan didn't know why, subconsciously paused, and didn't answer.

I saw Li Furen still looking towards the open space, waiting silently for a moment, as if waiting for someone to respond.

After a while, Li Furen lowered his head as if understanding.

He wouldn't even open his mouth to confirm, and he tacitly agreed that he was the only one left.

Feng Xuan felt uncomfortable as if she was suddenly caught.

"I'm here." Feng Xuan suddenly said, with a hint of hoarseness in her voice.

He pretended to be relaxed: "Who told you to look so good-looking, even eating can make people look distracted."

Feng Xuan saw Li Furen's eyelashes flicker, but his expression was still restrained, and he gave a faint "hmm".

For his existence, he neither expressed joy nor disappointment.

It was as if no matter what choice he made, Li Furen would accept it frankly.

This is one of Li Furen's principles in dealing with people: if you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed.

Feng Xuan pulled into a ball with distress, and he promised: "Don't worry, I will stay by your side until you go to sleep, and I won't leave."

As he spoke, he moved to Li Furen's side, his arms were close to Li Furen's.

A faint warmth came from the joint, like a spark, slowly burning all over the body.

Feng Xuan heard that the breathing of the person beside him was getting more and more steady, he couldn't help but rubbed his other arm, and looked sideways.

Li Furen's sharp peach blossom eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow and long.

Feng Xuan gently separated, but he shuddered - he wanted to leave after delivering something, never thought that he would stay in the dungeon for so long, and he didn't prepare clothes for himself to keep out the cold.

His current body is very afraid of the cold, except for the arm that meets Li Furen, Feng Xuan's whole body is already icy, like frost in the morning.

But Feng Xuan's gaze is still firmly fixed on Li Furen's face.

He slowed down his legs that were almost unconscious, and stood up cautiously, for fear of disturbing Li Furen, whose eyes were closed.

It was not until it was completely confirmed that Li Furen was asleep that Feng Xuan quietly left the dungeon.

In the dungeon, as the last faint scent of sycamore flowers dissipated, the young man who was leaning on the dungeon suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed.

……

The dungeon at night was terribly cold, until after leaving the dungeon for a long time, Feng Xuan's hands and feet were still icy cold, like a stone that could not be warmed.

Feng Xuan's lips were already pale with cold, the feeling of cold air rushing through his body was really uncomfortable, Feng Xuan rubbed his palms impatiently, but it was useless.

This annoying ten thousand year cold air!

In the dead of night, Wu Nianzong was alone, and he was still burdened with the heavy responsibility of saving lives. Feng Xuan touched his heart, and touched the sycamore branch through his chest.

It seems that by doing this, the body will generate infinite strength, even if it is to overcome obstacles.

After returning to the room, Feng Xuan took the lead to take a thick coat and put it on her body, and held a pot of hot tea to relax for a long time, finally she came back to life.

Feng Xuan walked to the window and pushed it open.

The half-curved moon emitted glistening moonlight, illuminating the young man's delicate face.

Feng Xuan jumped up and sat on the window, with his back against the side frame of the window, he took out the sycamore branch.

The emerald green branches are swaying happily as if spiritually, and the new brown bag on it is the same as before.

Feng Xuan pinched the sycamore branch with one hand, and fiddled with the emerald green leaves unconsciously with the other hand.

After such a long time, the young man suddenly stopped his movements in a clear and tasteless way. He lowered his head, and his voice was full of fragility that could not be seen during the day:

"Master, I miss you."

If the master is here, whether it is the cold air of ten thousand years or repaying kindness, the master will definitely have a way.

There was not much time left for the young man to be in a daze, and a emerald-yellow spirit bird honked from a distance to signal.

It turned out that the loyal bird had returned.

Feng Xuan put away the sycamore branches, raised her head in surprise, and welcomed the loyal bird into her arms: "So fast?"

The loyal bird screamed excitedly, obviously fulfilling its mission.

"Why are you so good?"

Feng Xuan joyfully lifted the little guy up to her face, rubbing each person and bird.

After praising the loyal bird, Feng Xuan took off the charm tied to the loyal bird's feet. He closed his eyes, and after a long while, he was overjoyed to hold the little guy and stick it to his face again, exclaiming: "Too Great for our little hero!"

"Now Li Furen will be released soon."

……

The disciples of the Punishment Hall searched day and night, but after a few days, they still found nothing.

There is indeed no trace of magic cultivators in the Wu Nian sect.

The matter of demon energy became the top topic of the Wu Nian Sect within a few days, and the discussion was even more heated than the freshmen apprentice meeting a few days later.

In the disciple's school, there used to be three people sitting in a remote corner, but now only Feng Xuan was left.

Discussions continued in front of the school:

"I just said why there are demon cultivators in our sect."

"Since there is no magic cultivator, and the evil star is chained by a dog chain, where does the devil energy come from?"

"If you say it's locked, then it's locked? If you can't find the magic cultivator, then it can only be done by the evil star, otherwise who else..."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Feng Xuan frowned.

You Sili swaggered into the school, waving his folding fan, obviously in a good mood.

As soon as he entered and saw Feng Xuan who was frowning, the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little more real, then he changed his way and came directly towards Feng Xuan.

"Little beauty doesn't look for the murderer when she has time, but instead looks sad here. Why, you also know that there is no other magic cultivator in the No Nian Sect except Li Furen?" You Sili exaggerated with a strange look.

Feng Xuan stared fixedly at You Sili, without saying a word.

You Sili waved his fan contentedly, and mocked: "I was not sharp-tongued before, why didn't I dare to fart today?"

"Could it be..." You Sili said in a strange way, "Could it be that you don't plan to look for it?"

He put away the folding fan and patted his hand, pretending to be anxious: "No, no, this is not allowed. We all listened to what you said that day in front of the disciples of Quan Wu Nian Sect. If you can't just say it's not counted, let it be counted. In this way, how will you behave in the sect in the future?"

You Sili kept talking: "Let's think about it, based on your behavior that day, at the apprentice meeting, probably no elder is willing to accept you as a disciple, right?"

You Sili laughed out loud as he said that.

Feng Xuan casually waited for You Sili to finish speaking: "Is it finished?"

Feng Xuan said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Who told you that I didn't find the real murderer?"

"Hey, the Punishment Hall didn't even find Moxiu, can you find it?"

Feng Xuan raised her eyes coldly, this time her voice was the same as usual: "Who said the murderer must be Moxiu?"

His words were like throwing stones into the water, and the water suddenly became choppy.

"What does Feng Xuan mean by that?"

"Isn't the murderer a magician?"

"How could it not be a magician?"

……

Feng Xuan didn't pay attention to the discussion of other disciples, and her eyes fell on You Sili's face from the beginning to the end.

He opened his mouth slowly: "Others don't know what I mean, but I think, Senior Brother You, who is as smart as you, must not understand?"

The eyes of the disciples in the school instantly focused on You Sili, as if they were waiting for You Sili to explain.

The corners of You Sili's eyes twitched: "You're talking crazy, how would I know?!"

"Oh?" Feng Xuan pretended to be exaggerated, "Brother You didn't know?"

"Then let me put it another way."

Feng Xuan's eyes were sharp: "Senior Brother You should know the disciple in charge of purchasing, right?"

You Sili slammed his fist on the table with a "bang", the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing.But You Sili also knew that this was not the place to speak, so he lowered his voice, whispered to Feng Xuan's ear, and threatened through gnashing of teeth: "If there is no evidence, junior brother, don't talk nonsense."

Feng Xuan and You Sili looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly smiled lowly, with a faint light in his eyes: "Brother, you are joking, there is no proof, I am just making a harmless joke with Senior Brother You, right?"