Where is Shengxiao warm?

"Master...Master..." In the Palace of Ecstasy, An Nuan hugged Sheng Xiaomo, Sheng Xiaomo was trembling all over, An Nuan could feel a force in Sheng Xiaomo's body It was rushing savagely, trying to break through the seal.

An Nuan had no other choice but to desperately inject true qi into Sheng Xiaomo's body. The spirit sealing technique was already vulnerable, and she was lingering on An Nuan's true qi, maintaining Sheng Xiaomo's sanity.

Master... so warm, so smiling master, now his whole body is cold, lying in his arms, frowning, in unbearable pain.An Nuan's chin rested on Sheng Xiaomo's forehead, and tears dripped on the flickering traces of fallen immortals.

Sheng Xiaomo felt as if he had been thrown into a ten-thousand-year ice cave and burned with fire. Sometimes it was bitingly cold, and sometimes it was unbearably hot. His head seemed to explode. The pain made him shiver uncontrollably.

Suddenly a light shone on Sheng Xiaomo's eyelids, Sheng Xiaomo slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was somewhat similar to the Palace of Seven Kills.

"Long live Candle Dragon God Venerable!"

In the temple, a group of ugly, small monsters bowed down to those who sat on the throne in the temple.

The person sitting on the throne is dressed in fiery red clothes, his face is like a lotus, his eyebrows are like willows, his eyes are more charming than peach blossoms, his skin is like snow, his black hair is tied into a high bun, and his bright red The lips are slightly raised.

Xiao Nuan?Sheng Xiaomo saw clearly the people they were worshiping, and suddenly it was like five thunderbolts.

For a long time, I believed in Xiaonuan the most. The way she looked at me, the way she spoke, and the rapid heartbeat when she was close to me. In the past few years, it is possible to say that Sheng Xiaomo doesn't understand others, but How could he not understand his little apprentice?If she was a spy, she was lying to herself, no matter what, Sheng Xiaomo couldn't accept it.

"Xiao Nuan, Xiao Nuan, tell Master, what's going on?" Sheng Xiaomo rushed to the hall and grabbed An Nuan's wrist.

An Nuan sneered, and shook off his hand: "Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that."

"I'm the master." Why doesn't Xiaonuan recognize herself?

"Master?" An Nuan lowered her head as if thinking, then turned to the sky and laughed, "Sheng Xiaomo? You really think of yourself as my master, and this deity is just giving you face, playing with you for a few years, telling you, I'm close You, being your apprentice, are all for stealing Changliu’s secret report, for torturing Changliu’s subordinates, and making life as good as death for those of you who want to protect the world.”

"What?" Sheng Xiaomo couldn't believe it.

"You don't believe it?" An Nuan waved his left hand, and a huge iron cage fell from the sky. A group of people in the cage were wearing white palace clothes, with palace stone palace jade palace wood hanging on their waists, and they looked like long-term disciples.

"Ah—God, God, God, forgiveness—" Seeing An Nuan, the people in the cage knelt down and kowtowed for mercy.

There was a cold smile on An Nuan's lips, and he flicked the sleeve of his right hand, and the blood of the people in the cage was splattered in all directions, and the hall was filled with a bloody smell.

Those ugly monsters knelt at An Nuan's feet and shouted in unison: "God is God! God is God!"

"Hahahahaha——" An Nuan's arrogant voice echoed in the empty hall, and Sheng Xiaomo couldn't help but take a step back.

"You—" Sheng Xiaomo pointed at An Nuan, and became furious, spurting out a mouthful of blood, spraying An Nuan all over his head and face, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

"Master...Master?" A familiar voice echoed in his ears, Sheng Xiaomo opened his eyes again, and saw the thriving crabapple tree in front of the hall.

Xiao Nuan's untouched face came into view, and she looked at herself with clear eyes like water, and saw that Master woke up, An Nuan's eyes were filled with little joy and joy.

"Master, this is today's pastry. The disciple saw that Master was sleeping soundly, so he didn't wake up Master."

There were three delicate and small snacks in front of her, Sheng Xiaomo picked one up and stuffed it into her mouth, her mouth was immediately filled with the aroma of sesame seeds.

This time of day is the time when I feel most at ease and warmest. Unknowingly, Xiao Nuan means the same to me as her name - peace of mind, warmth.

Xiao Nuan was the only color in his eyes during this huge long stay.

Suddenly, my chest seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and I felt a sharp pain.Sheng Xiaomo raised his eyes, the little apprentice who was wearing a white palace robe before had changed into a red robe at some point, his face was pale, and his bright red lips seemed to be dripping with blood.

Sheng Xiaomo frowned, poisoned her heart?Blood flowed from his mouth, wet and sticky, dripping onto Sheng Xiaomo's hands.

"Master, how about the dim sum?" The woman in front of her, her eyes full of darkness and viciousness, fixed her eyes on Sheng Xiaomo's.

Sheng Xiaomo felt his breath stuck in his heart and lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, Sheng Xiaomo was already standing in front of the Changliu Hall with a long sword in her hand.

On the Zhu Xianzhu in front of him, Xiao Nuan was wearing a white palace gown, which was firmly tied to it.

"Master..." An Nuan raised her head and called him weakly, "It hurts..."

There were scars all over her body, and it looked like she had been tortured by fire and thunder for a long time.How could she bear such a severe punishment with such a small body?

Sheng Xiaomo was just about to raise his hand and use his sword to cut off the iron chains tied to An Nuan's body, but the person in front of him suddenly turned into the arrogant and conceited woman in the red robe.Sheng Xiaomo's heart trembled.

In the distance came the voice of the head of the Discipline Pavilion announcing the sentence: "The villain, An Nuan, betrayed Changliu, stole secrets, deceived masters and ancestors, betrayed you, and was punished with fire and thunder on Zhu Xianzhu, 81, [-], [-] lashes every day, until the soul flew away." .”

Betrayed Changliu, stole secrets, deceived teachers and ancestors.Each word hit Sheng Xiao Mo's heart like a thousand catties, weighing on his heart.

"Did you hear that? Do you hate me? I killed hundreds of long-term disciples. I tricked you into obtaining artifacts. I used your feelings. Do you hate me now?" An Nuan raised her eyebrows.

Her words were like a bolt of lightning, directly hitting Sheng Xiaomo's heart.Do you really believe that Xiaonuan will do such a thing?

Sheng Xiaomo lowered his head, the long sword in his hand met his eyes, it was Wuxin Sword.

"Bang" the long sword rose and fell, and the iron chain turned into powder.

"Xiao Nuan, let's go." Sheng Xiaomo felt that these words exhausted all his strength.

An Nuan was still dressed in a red robe, with long black hair flying in the air, and a pair of red pupils seemed to be on fire.

Thousands of permanent disciples behind him attacked from His Highness.

An Nuan stretched out her right hand, waved her long sleeve, and balls of flames gushed out from her hand, and the Changliu disciples who attacked were instantly reduced to ashes in the flames.

Sheng Xiaomo held An Nuan's left hand: "Xiao Nuan, stop doing stupid things."

"Is that not enough?" An Nuan's eyes were full of teasing.

"Bold scoundrel!" Mo Yan's voice came from behind.

An Nuan shook off Sheng Xiaomo's hand, and suddenly summoned her true energy to hit Mo Yan's lower abdomen.

Suddenly, everything stops.

The Wuxin sword licked An Nuan's waist from behind, and blood gushed out. An Nuan and Sheng Xiaomo froze there, motionless.

Everything around disappeared with the wind like sand, and a little bit of warm light shone into Sheng Xiaomo's eyes.

In the Hall of Ecstasy, the begonias outside the hall are still there.

The blood on An Nuan's body kept gushing out, staining the white palace clothes red.

Sheng Xiaomo was stunned, the Wuxin sword trembled slightly in his hand, and finally turned into a ray of light and disappeared in Sheng Xiaomo's hand.An Nuan's whole body was like a puppet whose support had been removed, and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

"Xiao Nuan! Xiao Nuan!" Sheng Xiaomo rushed up to hug An Nuan tightly.

"Master, you finally..." An Nuan's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally it was so low that Sheng Xiaomo couldn't hear it.

Sheng Xiaomo hugged An Nuan, held her hand tightly, and desperately called her name, but An Nuan's eyes still slowly closed.

"Xiao Nuan! Xiao Nuan!" Sheng Xiaomo woke up suddenly from the dream.

"Master?!" An Nuan rushed in from outside the hall after hearing the words, "You finally woke up!"

An Nuan rushed to Sheng Xiaomo's side: "Master, you've been in a coma for many days, I thought you didn't want Xiaonuan anymore."

Sheng Xiaomo was startled suddenly, dizzy, a little unclear whether this was just a fantasy or reality.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Sheng Xiaomo was a little strange, An Nuan raised her head and asked.

"It's nothing." Sheng Xiaomo rubbed his temples, "I had a very long nightmare, and I couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality."

"That's it, easy to handle."

Before An Nuan finished speaking, Sheng Xiaomo felt a tingling pain on his arm: "Ah, pain, pain, pain, what are you doing?!"

"Help Master distinguish dreams from reality, Master, pinch yourself when you can't tell the difference, if it hurts, it's reality, if it doesn't hurt, it's a dream."

Seeing An Nuan's upturned little face, Sheng Xiaomo couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way, Master, Xiao Nuan made a colorful wolfberry corn soup, and I'll bring it to you." An Nuan ran towards the small kitchen like a bunny.

Fortunately, the master woke up when the Qimi flowers bloomed, and the time was just right.Master, after eating the porridge made by Qimihua, the nightmare in your body can be resolved.An Nuan thought along the way, feeling that the haze of these days has been swept away.

"Master, have porridge."

A bowl of colorful porridge was placed in front of Sheng Xiaomo, and Sheng Xiaomo frowned: "Xiao Nuan, what is this made of?"

"It uses rice, millet, corn, wolfberry, jujube..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Sheng Xiaomo picked up the small spoon next to him, and put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

Although a lot of miscellaneous things were put in, the taste was still very unique, and the corners of Sheng Xiaomo's mouth curled up slightly.

Suddenly, Sheng Xiaomo stopped.

In the mind, suddenly there seemed to be thousands of silver lights flashing, and in the dream, the scene of the Wuxin sword piercing Xiao Nuan's body flashed again in the mind.

Blood, endless blood, kept pouring out.The blood, like bright red roses, bloomed quietly, like a meandering red snake, crawling along the ground, like a glass of warm wine spilled on the ground, viscous and attractive.

Sheng Xiaomo's hand holding the spoon began to tremble.

Even though it was in a dream, I still killed someone with my own hands. The pleasure after killing was something I had never experienced for thousands of years, and it provoked my heart like fire and wind.

How is this going?Nightmare's power seemed to be aided by a god, and it bumped against his body, and the seal set by the spirit sealing technique was vulnerable, and was broken in an instant.

Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly mobilized his true energy, and suddenly suppressed the power of Yan, the two forces collided in his body, Sheng Xiaomo's body seemed to be torn apart, and the pain caused him to overturn the table and kneel on the ground □.

"Master, master, what happened?" An Nuan panicked when she saw her master's appearance. What's going on? Shouldn't the master get better after drinking the porridge made by Qimihua?How could this nightmare happen again? Isn't Qimihua the antidote?

An Nuan's calling sound became more and more blurred in Sheng Xiaomo's mind, and Sheng Xiaomo felt that her consciousness was gradually losing consciousness.

No, I can't stay here anymore, staying here will only hurt Xiaonuan and Changliu.

Relying on the remaining willpower, Sheng Xiaomo shook off An Nuan's hand holding his sleeve, and flew out of Changliu with Yujian.