I'm not a GL for this heroine

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Climbing up the steps, the dangerous peaks of the mountains are covered with snow.

For example, Zhongshan is covered with snow all the year round, and it snows for half of the year. In the middle of winter, there will be large swaths of winter fog, making it difficult to see the distance clearly.

Xuanji Yujian flew up against the wind, and she knew that there was a path that could avoid the perennial snowstorm. These blizzards are the most favorable protective barrier in winter to prevent outsiders from invading.

The small path in the forest was winding and winding, and after Xuanji landed, she put away the magic pestle.

She originally thought that using this fetish for the first time would cause a burden to herself, but she found that this thing seemed to be extraordinarily gentle to her, not only did not consume a trace of spiritual energy, it was even replenishing her spiritual energy.

As expected of an ancient fetish, her little junior sister seems to have picked up the treasure.

The small road was quiet, not even a single bird chirping could be heard. Xuanji checked left and right. No one had passed by here for a long time. Presumably the group of officers and soldiers didn't know this road.

After walking along this road for about half an hour, Xuanji heard the sound not far away, and the strong smell of blood!

Xuanji: "!!!"

She ran over quickly, and found that a huge pit had been dug in the back mountain at some point, and in the pit lay some corpses lying in disorder. Those she knew were some ornamental cranes in the pie.

A dozen or so cranes just lay in the pit and were buried in the thin soil, with half of their paws and heads exposed, looking at the people on the pit with regret.

Xuanji: "..."

What are these people doing up the mountain?

at the same time.

On the Yanxiu square in the back mountain, there were hundreds of people sitting cross-legged. They sat on the ground in thin clothes, and the surroundings were covered with snow.

"Count up how many people died."

A man choking his throat said to the officers and soldiers stationed at the station: "The dead are all thrown into the pit at the back of the mountain, and the ones who are not dead continue to freeze. When are you willing to explain and when will you let them in?"

"Yes!"

The man glanced at the bearded and haired old man sitting in the front row, and said helplessly, "Why are you so stubborn? It's a great honor for you to hand over the suppressed things and use them as medicine primers for His Majesty." ah."

"No." The man's lips were purple, but his voice was still as loud as a bell: "If the demons suppressed in the faction a hundred years ago are released, it will endanger the people around you. You can't harm the common people with your own selfish desires!"

"What does other people's lives have to do with you, and you dying people need to worry about them?"

"..."

"If you are willing to tell me where the demons are suppressed, I will take it as your consent, and then I will speak kindly to His Majesty. You are not only famous in the world, but also rich, why do you always reject our kindness? "

The man shook his head firmly, and finally closed his eyes and sat in the wind and snow, unmoved.

Seeing his unreasonable appearance, the man pursed his lips full of displeasure, slammed his sleeves and twisted away: "Since you want to be frozen so much, you can continue to freeze, just to calm your head!"

Shut the wind and snow outside the house, and the stoves around the hall were burning vigorously, making the huge hall scorching hot.

"His Majesty……"

The man knelt down, kowtowed to the white-browed old man sitting in the upper seat, and said, "They are very stubborn, and they still don't want to reveal any information about the entrance."

"Still not going to say it?"

The old man's eyes are now sunken and his skin is purple. Even wearing purple and gold clothes, he can't hide his old age. If the common people have already died, he is now living on the medicine that has been used for thousands of years, but the oil is exhausted. At such a dry age, I don't know how long I can last.

Maybe this wind and snow like Zhong Shan would blow him out if he didn't pay attention.

"Your Majesty," the man looked up at him, and said, "Why don't we blow up this mountain, the demons must be hiding in this mountain, blow them out to capture heart blood, and your medicine will be finished!"

The old man coughed twice and said, "Then, as you said, blow up this mountain."

"Abiding by the order—"

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Xun Huanyun hugged Manke's little butt, rubbed against her little head, and kissed her little cheek.

"Hmm..." Mang Ke felt a little dizzy from being rubbed, she stretched out her hand and pushed Xun Canyun in dissatisfaction: "Have you kissed enough yet?"

Xun Huanyun: "It's still a little bit worse."

After saying that, she moved to Manke's forehead and kissed him.

Manke patted her on the head angrily and said, "It feels like you are eating buns, not kissing your wife at all."

Xun Huanyun was very happy, and responded with a smile: "What's the difference, anyway, I kiss you, and I don't kiss anyone else."

"It's against the law to kiss a child!"

"But the one I kissed was my own child, which yamen would dare to arrest me?"

"Hmm... pervert!"

The two were arguing, and it took a while for Xun Huanyun to talk about serious business.

"You lent the demon pestle to your senior sister, so you're not afraid that she will come back and stab me?" Xun Huanyun recalled the appearance of that thing in Xuanji's hand, and felt that if there was a fight now, it would be hard to say whether he would win or lose.

All things restrain each other, and the Demon Subduing Pestle exists to subdue the demons from the day it was born.

It was Xun Canyun who surrendered before, but whoever surrendered this time is unknown.

Mang Ke heard the words and shrank his neck: "Senior Sister is here to save people, so she probably won't stab you."

"Besides," Mang Ke said, puffing out her small chest, "If Senior Sister stabs you, I will be the first to stand up and help you block the sword!"

"That's not necessary." Xun Huanyun pointed Manke's nose with the belly of his finger: "Just grow up obediently."

Xun Huanyun hugged Mang Ke in his arms, got up and opened the door and went out: "Let's go up the mountain to see the excitement. I have a hunch that there must be a fierce battle this time."

Mang Ke grabbed the hem of his clothes and said sullenly: "If this is a fairy tale game, it should be the protagonist trio going up the mountain to fight tigers now."

"You are right, there must be supplies before the war."

"There are also necessary artifacts~"

"Okay," Xun Huanyun didn't argue with Mangke, stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air, with the circle as the side, a black portal opened: "Let's go to your senior sister first."

The wind and snow were swaying, like in Zhong Shan's apse, Xuanji was squatting on the beam at the moment, looking at the people below who were carrying things back and forth.

Just as she was about to take a closer look, she felt a gust of wind blowing behind her, and when she turned around, she saw a familiar person standing behind her with a child in his arms, without saying a word.

Xuanji: "..."

Mangke was very happy to see Xuanji, and stretched out his hand to hug him, but when he looked down and saw that he was standing in a heavy position, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and fell into Xun Huanyun's arms and shivered.

Xun Huanyun patted Manke's shoulder, she forgot that this girl is afraid of heights.Fun Court

"Why are you here?" Xuanji looked at Xun Huanyun, instead of being angry, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief, at least Mang Ke was safer by her side than by her own.

"Come and see you." Xun Yuyun patted Manke's shoulder and said calmly, "Have you found someone?"

Xuanji was silent for a while. In fact, she had already found her masters. They were all sitting in the square to suffer from the cold. Xuanji had only one person. She didn't know if she could defeat these thousands of people.

Seeing Xuanji's silence, Xun Huanyun knew that she had probably found them, but because of some problems, there was no way to save them now.

Focusing on the officers and soldiers in the apse carrying things and walking out, Xun Canyun asked, "Do you know what they are going to do?"

"Blow up the mountain." Xuanji said indifferently: "They want to blow up Ruzhong Mountain and release the monsters guarding the mountain."

Mangke poked his head out, grabbed Xun Canyun's clothes and said, "We can't blow up. If we blow up the mountain, won't our sect be destroyed?"

Xuanji looked at the group of people: "But, what else can I do?"

If you want to save your master and ancestor, do you have to hold the emperor's father hostage?

But she is alone...

No, there seems to be more help now.

Xun Huanyun probably sensed Xuanji's thoughts, put his arms around Mangke and said, "Let me lend you some people."

Xuanji stared at her: "Where are you from?"

Xun Huanyun said: "Up to now, don't you know who I am?"

Xuanji: "..."

"Supreme Demon Race." Xun Huanyun said, "He is a person who can destroy the world."

Xuanji: "... Heh, what you say is unfounded, you have to show some real skills."

Xun Huanyun nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of scale powder in the air, and scattered them all over the apse.

The scale powder was small and ethereal, and with the soldiers' breathing, they penetrated into the mouth and nose one by one, and soaked into the heart and spleen.

"That's it?" Xuanji stood with her sword in her arms, disapproving.

Xun Canyun didn't say a word, and snapped his fingers next to his ear, and the group of people who had just inhaled the scale powder suddenly fell to the ground one by one, covering the entire apse staggeringly.

Xuanji smelled a rotten smell, which emanated from the inside out. It was the internal organs of these officers and soldiers that were gradually rotting...

"Vicious." Xuanji pinched her nose and frowned: "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for yourself if you are so harmful?"

"I don't like to do things myself." Xun Huanyun said: "And I just said, I want to borrow some people from you."

'Jingle Bell--'

For some reason, there was a faint and ethereal bell ringing from the apse, and the group of people who had just fallen to the ground stood up one after another, but their limbs were obviously weak, and their waddling appearances did not look like living people.

"This gift for you, do you like it?" Xun Huanyun said with a smile.

Xuanji gritted her teeth: "Bad taste."

"It's easy to say," Xun Huanyun hugged Mang Ke and turned his head, and said to her, "Leave the upper part to you, and the lower part to me."

Xuanji was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that she was referring to the monsters suppressed in the mountains.

"You...really going?" Xuanji said: "That guy has been suppressed for hundreds of years and has a very bad temper. If you go, I'm afraid..."

"I haven't lost my temper after being imprisoned for tens of thousands of years. How dare it challenge me?"

Xun Huanyun didn't take it seriously: "What's more, I haven't asked you to argue with you for suppressing my clan of monsters. Now you want me to stop? It's too late."

Xuanji snorted: "I didn't say anything, I was just worried about my little junior sister."

"Correct me." Xun Huanyun said, "Little Junior Sister is mine now."

As he spoke, he patted the little butt of Manke who had been pretending to be dead, lowered his head and asked, "Is that right, wife?"

Gritting his teeth, Mangke raised his head and said, "You say so."