Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

The result of the trial turned out to be traceable.

Yun Shuhua was also a little surprised when he heard this.But the current situation did not allow him to hesitate any longer, so he quickly said: "Since it can be traced back, let's start. After the matter is completed, you can erase my data as you like."

The customer service frowned deeply, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from Yun Shuhua.

"I'll ask one last time, are you sure you want to do this?"

Yun Shuhua didn't hesitate at all, just said: "...Thank you for helping me for the last time, if there is a chance, I will definitely repay you."

That being said, he definitely didn't have such a chance.

The customer service staff flipped their right hand slightly, and the folding fan was thrown into the air, quickly enlarged, and covered the heads of the two of them.

"This file reading is different from the previous ones. You have to go back quickly. Remember, apart from getting the inscription, don't make any major changes to the timeline, otherwise...everyone in front of you may cease to exist."

Yun Shuhua nodded, and suddenly found that his hands and feet were free.

He looked up at the spinning fan, his body became light and light, and gradually lost his sense of reality.

The customer service standing opposite was also silently hidden in the air, except for that cold voice.

"All things are impermanent, it is the law of birth and death, birth and death have been completed, and peace and death are joy."

These sixteen words were knocked into Yun Shuhua's sea of ​​consciousness, like the whispered admonition of the Supreme Dharma God in the clouds, which made him tremble all over.

Before he could figure out the meaning of this sentence, Yun Shuhua's eyes went dark, and the soul in his body seemed to be about to be stripped out of his body, and he ran away.

When I opened my eyes again, the world was vast.

The cold north wind howled and slapped Yun Shuhua's body, and the cold air cut his skin like ice knives.

Looking up, the sky is high and the sun is far away, and the sky is full of frost and snow.

Yun Shuhua stood up on the ground and looked around. It turned out that he happened to fall on the bank of the river. Snow fell on the white clothes, and it was soaked into a light gray.

He hastily brushed off the snow powder on his body, stepped on the snow with deep feet and shallow feet, left the river bank, and summoned the saber.

It's too quiet here, the willow trees are bleak by the river, no one passes by, only a dilapidated temple not far away stands silently.

Just at this moment, a reminder from customer service sounded in my mind.

[Walk three miles to the northwest and enter the city, there is the fifth alley in the city, where Wei Zun is hiding. 】

His voice sounded very impure, mixed with the sound of electric waves, like a dilapidated machine that was about to be damaged.

Yun Shuhua didn't have time to think about this, and immediately followed these words and hurried on the road.

Along the way, the customer service kept providing Wei Zong's latest location in a hoarse voice. Yun Shuhua broke into the city, passing the streets like the wind, his face sinking like water.

When the common people walking up and down the street saw this young man with a sword in his hand, they retreated in panic and looked at him cautiously.

"This man seems to have come to seek revenge. Seeing his murderous aura, it really scared me to death."

"This young man looks like a fairy, and he has a lot of fairy fate. Could it be that he is a Taoist with a high cultivation base?"

"Do you think you tell your fortune by looking at your face? In this troubled world, where is there any real Taoist cultivator..."

The noisy quarrels continued in his ears, but Yun Shuhua turned a deaf ear to them. His eyes were tightly locked on a corner at the end of the street, and he said in a deep voice, "How far is it?"

[Ten steps away. 】

The sword in Yun Shuhua's hand let out a sharp whistling, and immediately trembled excitedly, predicting the enemy's position in advance.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.

Yun Shuhua suddenly broke through the crowd and ran, and suddenly turned into the alley!

I saw a masked man in red leading a horse out of the alley. The horse was startled when it saw Yun Shuhua, and it backed up and neighed.

Even through the face scarf, one could tell at a glance that the man in red was Wei Zan.

Yun Shuhua turned around neatly, and with a roundabout, he aimed the saber at the man's eyebrows. The latter staggered his steps in a panic, unable to dodge in time, and a bloody wound was wiped on his shoulder.

Wei Zun opened his eyes wide, looking at the murderous young man in front of him, feeling a little panicked for no reason.

He covered his shoulders, squinted his eyes, and asked coldly: "Who are you, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to hurt someone?"

Yun Shuhua tilted his neck, pressed forward step by step, and quickly struck with his right hand into a fist!

Wei Zun quickly took out his short blade to block it, but he was still young at this time, but after a few moves, he couldn't resist Yun Shuhua's fierce attack, showing his weakness, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know that Master is from the Qingxu Sect──ah!"

Yun Shuhua pressed the short blade in his hand against Wei Zun's throat, and said in a low voice, "Hand over the Fahua stele."

Fahua inscription...

Hearing these four words, Wei Zan's pupils focused, and he smiled disdainfully: "Just because you want to get the stele? I tell you, the devil world is still in power now. It's not up to you poor Taoists to rule the lower world. The Yuyuxu Palace will always belong to the Wei family."

Yun Shuhua took out the dagger from his hand, aimed it at his heart and stabbed it hard.

A golden hood appeared from Wei Zhuan's body, shaking the knife in Yun Shuhua's hand to the ground.

[I said, you can't kill him yet, otherwise all the subsequent plots will be void. 】

Well, you can't kill at this time, if you can't kill, don't kill.

Yun Shuhua took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, tore off the clothes on Wei Zun's upper body, and rummaged around.

A small bloody stone "clicked" out of the skirt, Wei Zun saw it, and wriggled forward, trying to pick it up and swallow it with his mouth.

Yun Shuhua snatched it quickly with quick eyes and hands. The tablet was still warm and the blood hadn't dried up.

The pungent smell of blood poured into his mouth and nose, and all the signs in front of him indicated that this tablet was just taken out of that person.

Yun Shuhua suddenly remembered the vision he and Jing Fan had seen in Shuowang Town, and those details flooded into his mind, overlapping with the scene in front of him.

"Who did you take this inscription from?" Yun Shuhua shouted with bulging veins, "Where is he now? Tell me!"

"Kill me if you can, but I won't tell you if I die." Wei Zun rubbed the ground and said with a smile.

Yun Shuhua raised his right hand, and a sword shadow fell on Wei Zun's face glowing with sky light.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, flustered and frightened.

Could this person... really want to kill him.

The sword hung on his head for a long time, before it fell, Wei Zun was defeated and said, "Don't kill me, I tell you!"

"The little beggar is in the ruined temple in the outer suburbs, and he is probably dead by now."

Yun Shuhua wanted to teach him a bloody lesson, but for some reason, he waited for the saber to the ground and hit Wei Zun hard on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

I'm going to see Jing Fan later, so I can't have blood on my body.

He quickly dragged Wei Zong up from the ground, found a waste water tank in a dead end, threw Wei Zan into it, and strengthened another layer of barrier.

【What are you going to do. 】

"Don't worry," Yun Shuhua said, "let him go back one day later to report the news, so that the plot line will not change during this period of time."

"Time is running out, I have to find Jing Fan quickly."

Yun Shuhua put away the inscription, leaned over in the snow and picked up cold snow powder, and washed the blood off his hands little by little.

He brushed off the snow particles on his body, and with the wind under his feet, he jumped directly to the top of the building, and left the city by stepping on the bricks and tiles like waves.

After going around and around, he returned to the place where he came from.

Yun Shuhua walked quickly to the bank of the river, and walked towards the ruined temple along the snow-covered path.

At that time, it was very snowy and very cold.

From a distance, Yun Shuhua saw a slender and frail figure crawling out from under the broken wooden door of the ruined temple.

It was a child who looked to be only seven or eight years old. His clothes were thin and tattered, covered in blood, crawling on the ground meanderingly, revealing a thin and terrifying bloodstain in the ice and snow.

The child was so weak that he was submerged in the snowdrift, trying to raise his head to look in Yun Shuhua's direction.

Even though there was a distance, Yun Shuhua could still recognize those familiar star eyes, which were filled with indifference to life.

Yun Shuhua felt a pain in his heart, blinked his eyes, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He staggered and fell, holding the little boy in his arms cherishingly and pitifully.

The young man was cold and stiff, his breathing was weak, and his face was pale.

He huddled in Yun Shuhua's arms, like a fragile tung tree sapling on Qingwu Mountain.

When Yun Shuhua's unstoppable tears fell on that sharp face, the boy opened his eyes slightly, then couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep.

"I'm sorry..." Yun Shuhua picked him up, "I'm late."

"You'll be fine, don't let anything happen to you."

The person in his arms was very light, and curled up in Yun Shuhua's arms, he suddenly felt a little unreal.

Yun Shuhua left the suburbs and returned to the city with the young Jing Fan in his arms.

He found an inn, put Jing Fan on the bed, lost some of his mana to help him recover from his injuries, and then hurried to the medical hall in the corner of the city to buy a lot of high-quality wound medicine.

After treating the wound, Yun Shuhua kept going out of the inn door, spent most of all the valuables on his body, and rented a small courtyard for Jing Fan.

If you remember correctly, in the near future, the Lord of the Five Regions will find this place and take him back.

Yun Shuhua tried his best to recall the classics and history class he had studied in Junchen Palace, and pieced together sentences about Jing Fan's life experience.

We must keep him safe and sound, without any omissions.

Yun Shuhua carried the sleeping Jing Fan to the yard, went out to buy a lot of meat and vegetables, and hurried back.

As soon as I left the butcher shop, the sky became dark, and vendors of all sizes lined up at the intersections, hawking loudly.

"Master, would you like to see our crispy pastry? It's fresh out of the oven."

Yun Shuhua followed the voice, thought for a while, and said: "Pack some children like to eat, more."

"okay!"

After paying the money, Yun Shuhua got a paper parcel in his hand, then passed by the sugar shop, and bought several packs of candies with different flavors.

Along the way, from the corner of the eye, he watched the pedestrians coming and going vigilantly.

When he reached a small jewelry stand, Yun Shuhua suddenly stopped.

Seeing him staring intently at a pair of jade pendants, the vendor owner was overjoyed, so he presented them with a smile and asked, "Master, did you fall in love with this pair of jade pendants? Seeing that it is coming to the spring when all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, why don't you buy them?" Come as a gift to the wife at home, let’s enjoy the Hundred Flowers Festival together..."

Yun Shuhua had indeed taken a fancy to this pair of jade biscuits.

Not for anything else, just because one of them is exactly the same as the one on Jingfan.

He walked up to the booth, changed the package he was carrying in his left hand to the other, picked up the string of jade pendants with his long fingers.

Looking at it this way, it looks more like it. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same.

Yun Shuhua picked up another one and looked at it repeatedly.

He had been curious for a long time before, what the one that matched Jing Fan's jade bi looked like, and today he finally got to see it.

Yun Shuhua took another look, handed it to the peddler, and said loudly, "Wrap this pair up for me, I want it."

After shopping, he took them all back to the small courtyard he had rented.

Yun Shuhua went to the back kitchen to simmer the medicine, rolled up his cuffs a few times, and started cooking.

Patients are not suitable for meat and fish, and this meal must be light.

But when he thought of Jing Fan's emaciated appearance, Yun Shuhua couldn't help having a sore nose. He stood alone in the kitchen, weeping while chopping vegetables, and it took a long time before he calmed down.

In the middle of the night, Jing Fan finally woke up faintly.

Yun Shuhua lay beside him and guarded him, perhaps because he was so sleepy and tired these days that he accidentally fell asleep.

He didn't sit up vigilantly until he heard the sound of something falling from the room.

Yun Shuhua looked behind him, only to see Jing Fan fell to the ground, frowning tightly.

"You still have injuries, why did you get out of bed?"

He quickly helped Jing Fan to sit on the bed, and as he spoke, he wanted to lift his collar to look at the wound.

The cold hand clasped Yun Shuhua's arm with little strength, and touched the skin through the material, full of resistance.

Yun Shuhua was startled, looked up, and saw Jing Fan looking at his hand expressionlessly, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any ups and downs.

He was resisting his touch, his eyes filled with alienation and distrust.

Yun Shuhua's heart was stabbed.

He withdrew his hand, turned his head involuntarily, explained something in a vague voice, and then turned around to serve him the meal.

He fed Jing Fan this meal.

The child had never seen such concern, and his heart, which had always been dead, was suddenly stirred by someone, so he could only muster up his courage and quietly observe the person in front of him.

I can't help but want to get closer, but I'm afraid at the same time, what should I do if I leaned forward and was stabbed in the heart by this person again?

But there was no one in front of me.

He just watched himself take the medicine, took out a toffee wrapped in oil paper, and stuffed it gently in his mouth.

Seeing him eat one, Yun Shuhua randomly picked out a different flavor of fructose, and fed it in again like a reward.

Jing Fan's canine teeth were sharp, and he bit his finger, leaving a slight itchy mark.

Yun Shuhua's voice also softened. He touched Jing Fan's hair and told him, "Take good care of yourself during this time, put money on the table, and if you don't know how to cook for yourself, go out to eat."

"After a while, someone will come looking for you. Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you."

Yun Shuhua glanced out the window, then stood up straight, took a few steps back, and waved to Jing Fan.

"I'm leaving, see you again in this life."

He turned around, eyes red, and pushed open the door into the thick snowstorm.

After walking a few steps, there was a muffled sound of falling behind him. Yun Shuhua turned his head and saw Jing Fan chasing after him, raising his hand as if trying to catch him.

Yun Shuhua quickly picked him up, and carefully closed his skirt.

"You can't follow me out, sleep in your room obediently, and be obedient."

Jing Fan blinked, his voice was hoarse.

"You, why are you leaving?"

Yun Shuhua's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes fell on the ground.

"Because I have to rush back to save people, he needs me very much."

"But... don't worry, we will meet soon."

Yun Shuhua put him down, and took out a piece of jade and put it in his hand like a conjurer: "This is a gift for you, a pair of jade, one for you and one for you, and you can play with it when you are bored, how about it?"

He uttered a formula, and saw a bright and flickering Milky Way appear in the dark night sky outside the house.

Jing Fan had never seen such a beautiful scene before. He raised his head, and the stars reflected in his eyes.

"Look at the two sides of the Milky Way, are there two very bright stars, one is called Cowherd and the other is called Weaver Girl, and they can meet across such a long distance every Qixi Qiqiao Festival."

Jing Fan followed Yun Shuhua's voice, and asked softly, "Why do they... meet each other?"

"Because they care about each other and care about each other."

Yun Shuhua wrapped the piece of jade in Jing Fan's hand, coaxing him.

"Let's make a promise. We will meet again when the next Chinese Valentine's Day comes."

This time, Yun Shuhua said goodbye to him seriously.

His figure disappeared in the vast snow, like a banished fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, coming and going without a trace.

Jing Fan held the piece of jade, feeling lost.

"I haven't asked yet, what's your name..."

[Mr. Yun Shuhua... I'm sorry, now you need to open the passage back by yourself. 】

When he came, there was only Yun Shuhua standing by the river bank.

He frowned, and before he said anything, he heard the customer service continue to communicate with himself in his mind with a tune-changed electronic voice.

[It is detected that your health is passing, which proves that my authority is about to disappear, but before that, I need to give you all the mana of my anthropomorphic character to help you complete the final mission. 】

Yun Shuhua's brows turned cold, and he suddenly felt a crushing force pouring into his body.

【Yun, Yun Shuhua──Mr.......】

The customer service voice was intermittent.

[The trick to go back is the same as when you came here. 】

"it is good."

A folding fan suddenly appeared in front of him, Yun Shuhua stepped forward to hold it, and then threw it upwards.

"All things are impermanent, it is the law of birth and death, birth and death have been completed, and peace and death are joy."

As soon as the words fell, heavy snow all around swirled in the air, forming a cold and huge vortex, which surrounded Yun Shuhua's whole body.

With all his strength, he cast a spell on the folding fan above his head, and the cold snow hit Yun Shuhua's face and hands, making his bare skin red from the cold.

Going back this time is actually so difficult.

Yun Shuhua gritted his teeth to hold on, and it took an unknown amount of time before the folding fan faintly opened a tiny crack.

He continued to convey mana, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his consciousness was dizzy.

In order to regain consciousness, Yun Shuhua asked in a trembling voice: "Customer service...you are still there, aren't you?"

A weak mechanical male voice sounded in his mind.

[Sorry, I may have to disappear. 】

[But before that, the game administrator will still be with you. If you want to chat or listen to some jokes, I am happy to provide it. 】