Prosperous Beauty System

The white snow is like fluff, falling in the mirror lake in the snow mountain.

In the vast expanse of whiteness, Youdao's slender figure stood on the shore of the lake, looking from a distance, it looked like an ice sculpture.

This is a person.

Wearing a tall magic crown and complicated robes, with long swings and wide sleeves like flowing clouds, embroidered with delicate patterns, this person is standing against the wind in the snow.

Xie Weiyan grabbed the man's skirt and straightened up from his arms. His ankles, which were so white that they were almost transparent, were frostbitten, and even his slender fingers were stiff and trembling.

The ice sculpture-like man remained silent, letting Xie Weiyan in his arms move.

Xie Weiyan frowned and panted, he raised his head with some discomfort, from the falling snow, he saw the man's handsome and cold face, the man was looking down at him, there was no silhouette under the eyelids, only the shoulders of the crown were covered with white snow.

"...Put me down!" Being held in such a man's arms, even Xie Weiyan is an out-and-out demon cultivator, he still feels ashamed and angry.

The cultivator who was holding him horizontally did not move, and even looked down at him without changing his gaze.

Xie Weiyan realized later, and looked closer, only to see that the cold-faced monk's eyes were filled with death, which was the appearance of leaving his soul.

No wonder he didn't move at all just now, it turned out that his soul had returned to his body.

Xie Weiyan understood, and with a lift of his wrist, an ice-blue folding fan made of shattered light appeared.

The folding fan flicked lightly, and the snowflakes falling on the two of them suddenly stopped, and fanned again, all the ice and snow covering the body melted in the wind.

The picture was frozen for only a breath, and when the wind and snow returned, Xie Weiyan had already walked from the arms of the cold-faced monk to the snow.

He had frostbite on his ankles, and his heart and lungs were cracked. Xie Weiyan found a random place and sat down to heal himself.

This place is the place where felons are detained. Although the ice and snow are clean and clear, there are many bones in the mirror lake.

Xie Weiyan walked all the way, turning a blind eye to the bones buried shallowly in the snow, and only followed the folding fan lingering in the mist in midair.

Whichever direction the folding fan goes, he will go in that direction.

……

When Jiang Lin finished handling the affairs of the Daoist sect, and then wandered away from his body, Xie Weiyan was nowhere to be seen when he opened his eyes.

But after a cup of tea, he actually woke up?

Jiang Lin looked down at the empty place in his arms, his arms were still in the posture of embracing that person, but the person who should have been lying quietly in his arms disappeared.

"Xie Weiyan." His face was cold, and his voice had no warmth at all.

Xie Weiyan, who was walking by the mirror lake, stopped and coughed a few times suppressed.

His face was cold and pale, like white paper, and the fingers on his lips looked like green onions. When he coughed, he was slightly transparent.

That damned puppet actually sent him into the Heavenly Lair Realm!

As the head of the Demon Dao, it is impossible for Xie Weiyan not to know where the Tianlai Spiritual Realm is. It is precisely because he knows how powerful it is that Xie Weiyan dare not stay here any longer.

If he stayed for a few more days, I'm afraid his cultivation would be suppressed to the point of being like a mortal. At that time, even if the monks outside did not come to seek revenge, he himself would die of old age here.

There were dark clouds and lightning in Taixu Daomen, and for some unknown reason, white clouds quickly gathered in Tianlai Lingjing.

Xie Weiyan raised his head and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky that originally reflected Jinghu became gloomy and frightening, and his heart trembled.

He raised his long sleeves, and the folding fan that fell in mid-air turned into shattered light and fell into his fingertips. Xie Weiyan slowly opened the folding fan, put it on the tip of his nose, and looked towards the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Under the dim light, amidst the ice and snow, a person came from the end of the snow-capped mountains in the distance against the biting cold wind.

Xie Weiyan was far away, so he couldn't see clearly, only vaguely saw the figure of the person coming, who looked like a green pine and cypress. Especially conspicuous in the snow.

He fixed his eyes and saw that the coming man had black hair tied under the crown, and was about to see his face clearly when a hand stretched out from behind, followed by a figure as cold as the sky full of ice and snow.

"……you!"

……

When Xie Weiyan came back to his senses, he was being held in his arms by that puppet monk, whose chest was as cold as his own, without any warmth at all.

"Put me down." He gritted his teeth when he said this, the temperature in his eyes froze.

Jiang Lin didn't stop, "Your heart and lungs are lacerated, and your internal organs have not healed, so you should not walk around."

Xie Weiyan, "I don't need your fake kindness." An orthodox monk said to Moxiu, "You need to rest more before you recover from your serious injury", it was as ridiculous as a fairy tale.

Jiang Lin looked down at him, "Although you are a demon cultivator, you have a face that is not annoying."

Xie Weiyan was stunned.

Jiang Lin continued, "If you don't wear a mask and face those monks with this appearance, you won't be so seriously injured."

...What does he mean by this? !

Xie Weiyan, as the head of the Demon Dao, had never been teased like this before. After feeling ashamed and angry, his heart became ruthless, and he turned into a folding fan and attacked Jiang Lin who was holding him in his arms.

Jiang Lin remained motionless, letting him fold a fan or a long sword, falling on him was like scratching an itch, it would only make him feel that the person in his arms was more bullying.

"You can kill or cut as much as you want! If you humiliate me like this again, I will... I will kill you!"

Seeing that he was very angry, Jiang Lin asked, "How do you want to kill me?" As he spoke, he hugged his arm tightly.

Xie Weiyan froze.

"What curse did you cast on me?" Why was his whole body so weak that it was difficult to move his fingers.

Jiang Lin said in his heart, it is naturally a curse that makes you unable to struggle anymore.

Although he was not afraid of Xie Weiyan's methods, he was afraid of his seriously injured body. If he were to use his spiritual power at this time, he might not be able to last three days in the Tian Lai spiritual realm.

Although he thought so in his heart, Jiang Lin didn't show it on his face. His brows and eyes were always cold, "I didn't put a curse on you," he said, "Curse is a forbidden technique."

Xie Weiyan couldn't move, even though he hated him so much, he had to submit to Jiang Lin's tricks.

Jiang Lin carried him to a lake and put him down on the shore.

The sky is dim and the light is unclear, but the lake here is sparkling, and there seems to be broken light dancing on the lake.

Xie Weiyan sat on a rock with a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone in the world knows that the Tianlai Lingjing is the place where the bones of demon cultivators are buried, but no one knows that there is such a beautiful place where the bones are buried.

How can Xie Weiyan not be surprised?

"You're recuperating here." Jiang Lin looked down at him, holding a flying sword that appeared at some point in his hand, and was carefully wiping it with a brocade handkerchief.

No matter how afraid Xie Weiyan was of his status as a cultivator in the Void Spiritual Realm, he knew how different this person in front of him was to him.

"What do you want to do?" The fear in his heart became heavier.

The author has something to say: I was almost locked in a small black room.

First blood tomorrow morning.

Good night, memoda~Thank you for feeding the little angel, memoda~