Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

, feeling suspicious, "Where's Shishu Rourou? I still want to talk to her."

In an instant, Zhu Yu's face changed, and it was fleeting. She raised her brows and said in shock, "Nephew, I thought you knew?"

"Know what?" He Qingxie was taken aback.

Zhu Yu cast a glance at the disciples of Zhicao Peak and Fang Jia who got up after meditating, frowned, and asked first: "Why did your master go to Sulingyuan? Haven't come back yet?"

He Qingxie, who had been waiting for Su Changyi for almost two hours, was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he replied slowly: "Maybe...you lost your way?"

In a puzzled tone, Fang Jia took the disciples of Zhicao Peak and Zhu Yu to say goodbye. They came together with the disciples of Shaoyun Palace in Xuanshan to inquire about the results, but they all returned in vain. Zhu Yu did not tell them the truth, maybe She herself did not know the truth.

Fang Jia was dejected, and had to leave for nothing, but instead of going back to Chengshan, she went to Xuanshan to find Lu Xingtong.

If the situation is similar, they can work together.

Only He Qingxie and Zhu Yu were left in the boudoir, and Zhu Yu opened his mouth to break the silence, "During the process of getting along with Rou Rou, Master Nephew, didn't he notice something was wrong?"

Zhu Yu felt dejected, "When I visited your body, Rourou wasn't there, but what about her? Are you sure I mentioned the Yang Qiaomai?"

"Maybe Rourou just said it casually?" He Qingxie didn't intend to delve into this issue. Even the inner sect disciples who are in charge of the sect have puppet threads on them. Who else has puppet threads?

"Then nephew, why don't you guess what I found on Rourou?" Zhu Yu pondered, standing still.

He Qingxie looked at her in bewilderment, and then said embarrassingly after a long while, "Forgive me for my ignorance, please let me know."

Zhu Yuchang pointed gently on the cinnabar between his eyebrows for a moment, then took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, "It is very similar to the spells on Fake Qinghe and Fake Bailian. technique."

If it was said that He Qingxie was still worried for a moment just now, then when he heard the puppet line at this time, his worry dropped by three points unnaturally.

Zhu Yu told her to rest as soon as she ordered, so she walked away on the grounds that she wanted to find out the relief of the Suzaku.

Seeing the figure disappearing into the blue sea and the screen where the flowers and waves are floating in the sky, He Qingxie didn't follow Zhu Yu's order. She doesn't need to rest now, she needs to find Jun Yao quickly, and then ask her, what did she do? .

She could even guess that that cunning woman must have hesitated, and instead of explaining to her, she would retort at her because of her anger.

After weighing it over and over again, He Qingxie still walked away. She also wanted to mock that woman, pinching her neck and mocking her to death.

***

Fantasy is very skinny, and reality is more cruel.

Su Changyi hasn't been like this in 800 years? Unlucky, just like what He Qingxie said, she got lost.

After a few rounds of hard work, I finally came to the edge of the barrier. Later, I found that the barrier had been repaired, and the barrier of streamer wave was covering the sky intact.

She circled around the border and couldn't find Zhu Yu, so she was about to go back, and when she looked at the road again, three words suddenly floated in her mind.

who am I?

Where am i?

what happened?? !

Absolutely!

Immortal Jun Yao lost his way in Yaoshan, where he grew up, and Su Changyi was speechless.

Even if you hold the script by yourself, there will be a day when you will be full of doubts about the script.

The night is like ink, and the stars are fighting on the screen.

When He Qingxie found Su Changyi, her "respected and respected" master was resting on the Zhenshan stone carved with basalt relief.With arms folded, the silver thread floating clouds and neon clothes danced under the moon, her silver hair seemed to be covered with frost, with an unspeakable fragrance of loneliness and loneliness, the full and red lips moved slightly, wet under the cold and bright moon A layer of radiant moisture.

The light of the toad is like practice, imprinting a piece of tranquility and peace.

Before he knew it, He Qingxie slowed down, as if he was extremely reluctant to break the comfort of this rare encounter.

This is the periphery of Yaoshan Mountain, the closest to the barrier is also the closest to spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The sky is full of frost, only separated from Yaoshan by an enchanted circle, the snow is falling, the cold wind is blowing, and the white world is frozen with a pair of indifferent phoenix eyes.

He Qingxie passed by quietly, she had never seen Su Changyi who looked like this before, sleeping peacefully, the petals between his eyebrows were red and eye-catching, his cold and proud face was melted away under the night of stars, and the only thing left was The tenderness is hidden under the cold silver hair, hard to find.

He Qingxie's scrutinizing eyes were deep. Su Changyi was here, and there was no one here. If she stretched out her hands to grab the red silk wrapped around her neck, would she be relieved?

Even if?, I will no longer be able to practice in the future.

No, it's not all right, she can strangle her to death, and then take away the few hearts and minds.

She stretched out her long fingers and gradually stretched them over. Slowly and silently, when she was about an inch away from the red silk silk, she was suddenly grabbed.

In an instant, a pair of sleepy eyes were half-opened with tiredness, Su Changyi grabbed a hand, and He Qingxie's figure was unsteady, and he threw himself into the cold and warm Xiangruan's arms, the shadowy and terrifying darkness Where no one saw it? A pair of murderous phoenix eyes enlarged silently.

The soft palm was slender and boneless, caressing the wide and thin back, she could easily feel that the body under her hand was stiff every inch, faintly trembling.

"Master, respect?" There was a hint of doubt in the delicate voice.

"Hmm—" Responding softly, Su Changyi flexibly moved his fingers down his back, touched his fat and thin waist, and then slid up again. The fingertips seemed to have grooves, provoking hair on the waist. numb.

Every time you touch it in another place, the person in your arms will tremble subconsciously.

The movement didn't stop, He Qingxie seemed to be limp in his arms, Su Changyi clamped the opponent's waist with one hand, and the other hand followed the back to the thin shoulders, walking back and forth along the collarbone with obvious skeleton.

She suddenly said, "Tu'er just now..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his subordinates changed their direction, and it was almost a one-hit kill. They pinched the opponent's neck and pushed him to the ground with force from his legs, with a "bang".

Thousands of feet of smoke and dust were blown away, and slowly fell again.

In the lingering dust, Su Changyi's eyes were full of hostility, his killing intent was fleeting, and his legs pressed the person under him, this posture gave him enough momentum.

She clamped her fragile neck, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a smirk, "What did you want to do just now?"

If she felt right, He Qingxie wanted to strangle her to death!

She, the brutally abused supporting role, hasn't moved yet? What about the protagonist, He Qingxie? Have the guts to dare!

Even if you dare, can you wait for the betrayal of the teacher to say?

Su Changyi was really angry.

He Qingxie must die!But not now, she will find a good time, a perfect time!

The other party's smiling eyes were faintly evil.

On the other hand, He Qingxie blinked innocently, coughed lightly, showed a slightly pale smile, and asked: "What is Master afraid of? Disciple, disciple is curious, and wants to see Master's red gauze. What's with the neck?"

"And then?" Su Changyi asked with a low smile.

The palm kept shrinking, He Qingxie let go of his hand, and let the other party pinch her, her beautiful face immediately turned from rosy to pale, and she coughed for a while.

Seeing this, Su Changyi smiled and relaxed a little, but still pinched him vaguely.

There was a shimmering smile on the corner of He Qingxie's mouth, but he said pitifully: "In the past, the master wrapped his neck tightly, even when he was bathing and hugging his disciples. The shaking made the disciple's heart so soft, the disciple's heart is really itchy, why don't you let the master loosen it and let the disciple see it?"

Itching?

Three thousand silver threads flowed like waterfalls behind the back, some of them hanging by the ears, smooth and cold, beautiful? Against the background of the silver hair, the cheeks that shook the mortal world became more pure white and cold, and the blood-stained peach petals under the bright moon? It becomes dark and dark.

All this falls in the eyes of the people below.

Su Changyi still had a smile on his face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this disciple telling the truth? Didn't he have bad intentions?"

"How could it be? Isn't Master's head filled with a pile of mud? How many times does Master want to listen to his disciple? The disciple's affection for Master is sincere, can you? Show the sun and the moon." He Qingxie Blinking innocently.

Su Changyi's hand pinching his throat couldn't help shrinking, "If you stop your yin and yang, if you don't want to strangle you to death for the teacher."

"Ah?!" He Qingxie turned pale with shock, covering her mouth exaggeratedly.

After only a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, didn't this disciple hear me wrong? Master, is this showing weakness?"

"Is it really rare to see in a hundred years? Ah!"

"Besides, being a teacher will really strangle you to death!"

"Okay, okay." Holding back his smile, He Qingxie motioned for the other party to let her go, "Master won't plan to hold the disciple down all night, will he?"

Su Changyi snorted coldly before getting up unsatisfied.

"Master~respect~"

The whiny voice made Su Changyi's arms get goosebumps.

Su Changyi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, watching He Qingxie sitting on the ground, stretching out a hand to her and shaking it in the void, his bare wrist was as white as a piece of nephrite.

"Tu'er is so capable, you can't even lie on the bed to this extent, why? Now that you can get out of bed, you still need someone to pull you? Is this going to get better and better?" Su Changyi hid his kite-colored peach blossom eyes With a sarcasm smile, his hands moved slightly.

He Qingxie shook his head innocently, "Why? Can you blame the disciple? It's clear that the master is so beautiful? It makes the disciple's legs weak. If he gets up, he might not be able to walk."

Hearing this, the outstretched hand was retracted in an instant, Su Changyi smiled kindly, "Since you can't walk, that disciple might as well continue to sit."

"Don't!" He Qingxie said injuredly, "I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't talk nonsense, dare to ask Master to help me?"

After finishing speaking, he winked at him.

Su Changyi felt chills down his spine, and said contemptuously: "The disciple's brain is not the same as that of a master? Did the disciple's brain get kicked by a donkey today?"

He lifted up the skirt sleeve with his injured hand, and stretched out his left hand in the cold air.

The phoenix eyes are curved like a crescent moon hidden under the mist, which is fascinating, and He Qingxie catches them with a smile.

It's just that it's not the palm of the hand, but the wrist hidden under the sleeve of the skirt quickly and quickly.

At the same time, the originally innocent and sincere smile suddenly turned into an evil one with malicious intentions.

Su Changyi thought to himself: Not good!