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

The air pressure around Li Furen's body changed so fast that Feng Xuan couldn't understand it.

"Ah Xuan, things are not what you think..."

"—That's right." Feng Xuan smiled, "As an outsider, I'm naturally inconvenient to ask more about the matter between you two."

Li Furen's brows tightened: "No."

Feng Xuan raised her head, her eyes were momentarily puzzled.

No, no, why did Li Furen react so strongly.

Forget it, he has made it clear anyway, and the two of you will not have any contact in the future.

The night wind blew with a hint of coolness, Feng Xuan tried her best to restrain herself, but still coughed lightly.

Li Furen's eyebrows frowned even deeper, he controlled the elixir and dropped it into Feng Xuan's arms: "If you still want to see me next time, just send someone to support me, don't waste your body."

Feng Xuan just smiled faintly, but this time he did not refuse: "Thank you."

His tone was soft and calm, with a slight smile, as if he brought people back to the time when they were still together thousands of years ago.

Li Furen's fingertips trembled violently, almost shattering the box.

He lowered his eyes, and his figure was hidden in the night, like a ferocious beast that had been defeated in a battle, and his whole body was full of despondency.

The sky did not know when it started to rain, and the night rain was chilling, and it was pouring down unscrupulously.

Li Furen's voice was hoarse and dull, but with an unquestionable firmness: "I'm sorry."

Feng Xuan suspects that she is hallucinating, it's fine, what is Li Furen doing apologizing for?

As soon as he raised his head, he met Li Furen's deep blood pupils.

It's strange, Feng Xuan thought, Li Furen used to have pure black pupils, so when he glanced at it, he always felt a kind of darkness.

Now it has red pupils, and the expression is more distinct, but these eyes still give Feng Xuan the same palpitation.

Before Feng Xuan came back to his senses, he heard Li Furen say: "In this world, no matter what you say, I can satisfy you, except for 'forgetting', which I cannot do."

Feng Xuan was confused when he heard it, literally he understood Li Furen's meaning, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart.

But when they meet again, it's easy to get together and part. He, a person who has died once, doesn't care about it anymore, but Li Furen still "refuses to forget".

When he was concentrating again, Li Furen's figure had gradually disappeared into the rainy night, at the same time, a black aura exuded a faint light, and quickly floated in front of Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan raised his hand to touch it, and the aura instantly dissipated, and the things within it fell into Feng Xuan's arms without a doubt.

It is Youdan Xianhua and Tiantai Wuyao!

Li Furen's voice drifted away: "This thing is useless to me, if you don't want it, just throw it away."

Feng Xuan pursed her lips slightly, and finally took the holy object into her pocket.

"Thank you."

……

After that night, the people who lived in the next door moved out, and the strange things did not happen again.

Because... Li Furen stopped being secretive, and went in and out of the Emperor's Hall directly and frankly.

When Feng Xuan bumped into Li Furen for the first time, she hadn't figured out the situation.

On the other hand, when Li Furen saw him, he didn't say hello or exchange pleasantries, as if seeing a stranger he had never met, which surprised Feng Xuan.

It seems that Li Furen has not forgotten what he said, Feng Xuan thought to himself.

It's not that he wants to have nothing to do with Li Furen forever, it's just that he has already forgotten all the things that happened thousands of years ago, and he has no intention of getting entangled with these trivial matters anymore.

If you can maintain such a relationship as a gentleman's friend with Li Furen, ordinary meeting and conversation will be nothing.

Everything seems to be back to how it was before.

Feng Xuan still spends days and nights in the Library Pavilion, searching for more information about Wuzhi intermittent ointment, and practicing alchemy skills in her spare time.

It's just that from time to time, you can always run into someone in the Emperor's Palace.

In the Zangshu Pavilion, Feng Xuan has not been able to close her eyes for several days.

It was unknown when the news of the holy relic would come. Before that, he had to use up all his time to learn more about Uzhi Intermittent Ointment.

These ancient books are unusual, and it takes a lot of spiritual knowledge to search them.Feng Xuan was too involved, even with the Immortal Physique, Feng Xuan couldn't help but feel a little tired after working hard for the past few days.

The pile of books next to the desk became a hill, almost taller than Fengxuan, and on the spread out ancient books, obscure and difficult ancient texts densely crawled across the entire page.

Feng Xuan put down the pen in his hand, turned to rub his forehead, and relaxed for a while.

Just as he was about to pick up his pen again, a slightly cold voice sounded from the top of his head: "What kind of scriptures made Shangshen so embarrassed."

It was a very familiar voice, but Feng Xuan's mind was blurred at this moment, he raised his head in a daze, and behind the pile of ancient books, stood a tall figure in white clothes and white hair.

Oh, Feng Xuan belatedly thought, it was Li Furen.

Too tired, Feng Xuan frowned tiredly again, his face was full of tiredness, and he didn't even bother to speak in an official tone: "What are you doing here?"

Li Furen's brows tightened and then loosened, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed. After a while, his eyes sharpened, and he said, "I'll take you back to rest."

"It's okay, I'll go back and rest after reading this." Feng Xuan declined.

He is not yet fully sure about Wuzhi's intermittent anointing, and he does not want to have more involvement with Li Furen.

Li Furen dissuaded: "You haven't rested for several days, if you continue like this, your body won't be able to bear it."

"It's okay."

Feng Xuan's understatement aroused Li Furen's anger almost instantly: "You ruined your body like this?"

Feng Xuan was already dizzy because of Wu Zhi's intermittent ointment: "It has nothing to do with you."

These words were like a blow to Li Furen's head, and made him calm down instantly.

Li Furen approached, and with a wave of his hand, a gentle spiritual energy completely inconsistent with his surrounding hostility suddenly poured out, covering Feng Xuan's body.

The exhaustion in the body was swept away immediately, and the Fengxuan altar became clear again.

"Thank you." This was the first time he had expressed thanks since the two met.

Li Furen's eyes were deep, with emotions that Feng Xuan couldn't understand: "There is no need to say thank you between you and me."

He swept his gaze away, paused abruptly, and said in a dangerous tone, "Wuzhi Intermittent Cream?"

Feng Xuan glanced at the words, and saw these big characters written on the ancient book spread out beside her hand.

Feng Xuan also had no intention of hiding anything, he nodded frankly: "Yes."

Li Furen's tone became serious, and he wanted to confirm something and asked: "You are looking for the holy medicine, is it for Wu Zhi intermittent ointment?"

Hearing that Li Furen's tone seemed wrong, Feng Xuan raised his head and met Li Furen's sharp eyes, his tone was flat: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know what Wuzhi Intermittent Ointment is?" Li Furen's whole body was filled with seriousness.

"A good thing that brings people back to life." Feng Xuan flipped through the materials and replied casually.

Li Furen's heart tightened suddenly, he leaned forward, and instantly approached, holding Feng Xuan's writhing hand:

"Then do you know that since this thing has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life, it should have attracted the attention of the world, so why has no one succeeded in it since ancient times?"

Feng Xuan's eyelashes trembled, and her thin lips parted slightly: "The holy relics are opened only after ten thousand years, so they are naturally hard to find."

But Li Furen kept approaching, his gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he spoke aggressively: "You really think it's so simple?"

Feng Xuan avoided answering.

Li Furen felt like a bright mirror in his heart, since meeting him, his complexion was so ugly for the first time.

"Oh." He snorted coldly, "Of course you know, there is no one in this world who knows better than you."

Li Furen had a cold face: "Back when you used the Phoenix Clan's forbidden technique to refine medicine with your body, you knew that the way of heaven is permanent. If you want to teach people to return to life and change their lives against the sky, you have to pay a corresponding price.

Thousands of years ago, it was only a mere formation, and it would make you lose your mind.Do you think Wuzhi Intermittent Ointment is not as good as your formation? "

When Li Furen said this, Feng Xuan kept averting his eyes and refused to respond.

And Li Furen's eyes were as deep as a torch, almost seeing through Feng Xuan.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the books on the table and walked out without saying a word.

Feng Xuan hurriedly pressed it down, dissatisfied and reprimanded: "What are you doing!"

Li Furen said coldly: "Find a place where a spirit fire burns."

Feng Xuan hurriedly got up, but because she squatted for too long, the moment she got up, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she couldn't help leaning forward, and fell straight forward.

Li Furen suddenly let go of his arms, stretched out his long arms to pull him into his arms, and the ancient book fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Ah Xuan!?" He looked flustered like never before, and the gentle aura enveloped Feng Xuan again.

The whole body seemed to be wrapped in warm water, the darkness in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, Feng Xuan supported Li Furen's arms to stand up, his eyes were still full of anxiety: "My business has nothing to do with you."

"Even if your soul flies away again, it has nothing to do with me?"

Feng Xuan panted with difficulty: "...Yes."

Li Furen clenched his fists tightly, he didn't know whether it was more pain in his heart, more heartache, or that unknown jealousy, which made his eyes bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth and almost jumped out word by word:

"Even if the ashes are wiped out, you still want to find holy things to refine medicine?"

"No hesitation."

Li Furen saw that when the young man said this, his eyelashes trembled like a fragile butterfly, his white jade face still had a youthful air, and even the words he said were clearly soft like cotton.

But Li Furen just knew that Feng Xuan was determined to refine Wuzhi Intermittent Ointment even to the death.

And the person who can make Fengxuan risk his life to save.

There seemed to be an invisible fire of jealousy burning in Li Furen's blood pupils. The flames were so insane that they almost swallowed him completely. The corners of his mouth showed a hint of self-mockery, but he hid all his own self-mockery. mood:

"The person you want to save..." He paused, trembling slightly, "Is it you 'Master'?"

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