long night walk

Chapter 1007 A Different Breakfast
It wasn't that Bai Lian was afraid of this sudden surge of power.

Facing the temptation of this huge sword intent, Bai Lian also stopped at the point and did not continue to deepen his understanding.

Although Bai Lian's current cultivation base has reached the realm of crossing the catastrophe, he can be regarded as a top existence in the human world.

But Taishang Daoqing Jianjue, his father has practiced for nearly a thousand years but he has only reached the fifth level.

The more powerful the sword art, the greater the demand for spiritual power.

As far as he is now, if he used the power of the fifth level of Taishang Daoqing Sword Art, one sword would be enough to pump him dry.

If he continues to comprehend the sixth or even the seventh floor, it will be difficult for him to control his spiritual power, or even his spiritual power.

Bai Lian was not in a hurry for success, he calmed down his surging state of mind.

After taking a sip of Moonshine Wine, the depleted spiritual and spiritual power were replenished in time.

The strong dizziness in the brain that couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion was finally diluted a little.

The bones returned and merged with the flesh, just like a tree without roots suddenly found its roots.

The spiritual power and blood power that had been swimming irregularly in the body had found their home, and felt real.

The physical body is no longer easy to disintegrate, and the practice system in the body has finally formed a complete link.

The strong physique that originally belonged to the corpse demon is also gradually recovering.

Bai Lian lowered his head and clenched his fists, and the huge trauma that Jinxian Baiyang caused him no longer became difficult and difficult to deal with.

Amidst the powerful surge of blood energy, the small lightning attached to the meridian flesh and blood like caries of the tarsal bone flickered in the palm of the palm, and was forced out of the body little by little.

The palms were spread out, and a ray of dark blue flames jumped between the palms, which did not emit the hot temperature of the flames.

His body, already in the chaotic valley, was devoured by the crows.

It was a body reshaped by the Taiyin Taidi fused with the Nine Nether Fires with his own divine source power during those three years.

At Fang Geyu's banquet, it was the inherent death coercion of the Nine Nether Fires that shook and forced Mu Yunye to retreat.

Originally thought that this physical body was no longer the original one, and there would be a rejection reaction when fused with this fairy bone, but now it seems that the fusion is quite perfect.

The control of the Nine Nether Fires has also become more proficient and powerful.

In finding the bones, Bai Lian's goal has been half achieved, but neither Fang Geyu's predicament nor Xiao Bailong's arrest has made any progress.

99 acted mysteriously, unfathomably, with ruthless methods, but subtly... worried that he would die.

Bai Lian didn't think she was really worried that his life was in danger, but to her, his life seemed to be of greater use to her.

The wind blows over the mountains, and the snow city is like weeping.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth are getting more and more violent, and it seems that this ancient thousand-year-old silver city will be buried under ice and snow.

Fang Geyu pushed open the window, the whistling wind mixed with snow particles poured into the house, and the snow flakes were tearing and dancing in the wind.

The locket pendant on the girl's chest was blown so loudly.

Her dark and calm eyes looked at the pale blue color of the sky, which was the color before dawn.

The rising sun jumps out of the clouds, and the faint golden glow sprinkles down the world.

The outline of the giant blade snow tower that has not been melted for thousands of years is also gradually clear in sight.

The end of the snow pagoda directly touches the blue sky, it seems to be the place above Kyushu, the farthest away from the Jiuchongtian.

Only the most honorable and honorable person in Shifang City can reach the top of the tower.

And for thousands of years, there are only two people who have really ascended Adachi and the land closest to the sky.

Fang Geyu was one of them, and now that I think about it carefully, I actually think there is nothing unusual about that place.

Being so high above the sky, apart from the coldness and emptiness, I don't feel much.

Even when he jumped down from such a high place, in the extremely cold wind and snow, his body was completely frozen into ice before he fell to the ground.

So much so that she was at the bottom of the tower, no matter how hard she searched.

What I got was just a handful of light cherry-colored snow dust.

There are no bones left, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and when the wind blows, it will be scattered without any color.

Under the eyes, there is only a terrifying and endless whiteness.

As his thoughts faded away, Fang Geyu's dark eyes suddenly became clear.

She turned her gaze slightly, and lightly glanced sideways at the figure of a woman who did not belong to her reflected in the bronze mirror.

Snow-clothed crane cloak, black hair and jade muscles, a cold woman like a snowman, just stood quietly in the mirror.

In addition to being graceful and restrained, she also has a noble and awe-inspiring temperament, which means spring and snow.

Fang Geyu's soul-absorbing black eyes rolled lightly, looking at the bronze mirror without any emotion.

The mirror suddenly shattered, and the figure also shattered and cracked in the shattered trajectory.

Fang Geyu's half-bent body in front of the window slowly stood up straight.

With a casual sneer on her face, she stretched her waist and said, "You are really pervasive."

She walked over and tapped her finger lightly on the mirror, and the broken cracks instantly healed and smoothed into a flat surface.

The face of the woman in the mirror also returned to perfection, and she approached Fang Geyu.

With a cold smile on Fang Geyu's face, he closed his hands and clenched his fist, and then punched it sharply and hard.

The snow-white and cute little fist hit the mirror without making any sound, as if submerged in the water and sank into the mirror.

The fist hit the woman's face with incomparable precision, and the illusion in the mirror disappeared without a trace.

The Shifang sword placed on the brocade table trembled, as if it had been greatly stimulated, and it was about to come out of its sheath.

Fang Geyu rubbed his fists, looked back and gave him a cold look.

The Shifang sword fell to the ground with a bang, and fell silent.

Seeing this scene, the maid who was bringing the toiletries and breakfast into the room cried out in surprise, "Miss San, why did you throw the Shifang Sword on the ground so well?"

The maid looked busy, and two little maids walked out quickly behind her, carefully wrapped the Shifang sword with a towel, and put it on the sword stand respectfully.

Fang Geyu's sleepy hair stood crookedly on top of her head, and she yawned with tears in the corner of her eyes.

Fang Geyu walked up to the maid as if nothing had happened, and flipped the breakfast box with his finger.

He picked up a soup dumpling and put it in his mouth.

Her cheeks were puffed up, and the soup was all over her hands, and she said vaguely: "It's just a sword, and it deserves to be treated with such sincerity by you."

The maid said twice with a distorted face: "Miss San, you haven't rinsed your mouth and washed your hands yet."

Fang Geyu simply took out the whole plate and put it in his arms, holding a cup of soy milk in one hand and a bun in his mouth:

"It's the same as washing after eating, uh...bring me that bowl of Hu spicy soup."

Looking at her early in the morning, she has no image at all, her bare feet are scratching each other's ankles, and her hair looks like a ghost.

After eating the steamed stuffed bun, she wiped her nightgown carelessly with her hand full of soup, and the maid was devastated.

"Miss San, today is the Sea God Festival, such an important day.

The city lord will personally visit the city to participate in the festival, you can't be so casual and slovenly. "

The tip of Fang Geyu's nose was so hot that the bowl of hot spicy soup was so hot that beads of sweat broke out.

She seemed a little afraid of spicy food, but she liked it very much, so she could only take a small sip and drink it from the bowl, and replied indifferently:
"I know, I know, I want to participate in the Sea God Festival, so I have to use it for breakfast.

You can't toss yourself on an empty stomach, eh... why did you remember to make spicy soup this morning? "

The taste of food in Shifang City is rather bland, and the cooks in her mansion make exquisite dishes very well.

But breakfast meals like Hu spicy soup are rarely cooked and eaten.

The maid looked slightly nervous, and asked cautiously: "What's the matter? Miss San is not used to this taste?"

"Not really, the taste is not bad, a little strange, but it doesn't taste like it was made by the cook in the house."

And the maids around her pay great attention to her dietary health, and will not buy food from unknown sources outside.

But Fang Geyu was not afraid of being poisoned to death.

If something enters the mouth, as long as it suits her appetite, it's not something worth caring about.

Seeing that although Fang Geyu sipped the soup in small sips, the speed was not slow at all. It took only one time to speak, and the soup became shallower by half.

The maid smiled knowingly, and said: "Third Miss, as long as she likes it, the cooks in the mansion have a day off today, so they didn't prepare this breakfast."

"Dong Yunyou still has this skill?" Fang Geyu was very surprised.

The maid covered her lips with a smile, and said: "How can I have such a good handmaiden, Mr. Ji, he came to our house early in the morning to prepare these breakfasts. He really cares about the third lady."

Fang Geyu paused, and the sloppy expression on his face gradually faded away.

She put the soup bowl in her hand on the table, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Young Master Ji? Who is that?
Dong Yun, when will the gate of Fang Geyu's house be opened to an outsider at will. "

After returning from Xianling City, although Fang Geyu's temper is still as good as before, his temper has been restrained a lot.

But it's restrained, it's more like unintentional and desireless, many things have become less fussy than before.

Even if the people in the house did something wrong, she became less fussy.

But today's calm temper was really frustrating.

A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Dong Yun's face: "This...is the city lord's consent, so the servant girl welcomed Mr. Ji into the mansion."

Fang Geyu's face darkened, "Who will enter my own mansion, and when will I not be able to make the decision?"

She also threw away the steamed stuffed bun in her hand, "Where is he now? Could it be that he still stays at the house?"

Dong Yun hesitated for a while, and said: "I'm waiting outside the door right now...Miss San, after all, this is a person recognized by the Lord of the City, and it is very likely that you will become Miss in the future..."

Under Fang Ge's knife-like gaze, Dong Yun closed his mouth knowingly, and lowered his head: "Maidservant, just go and ask him to go back."

"No need." Fang Geyu wiped his dirty little hands on the tablecloth.

"Since you're all here, why don't you come in and palm your eyes? If you can win the person that father likes, this Mr. Ji, you can meet for a while."

Dong Yun's expression was strange. Listening to Fang Geyu's words, it seemed that he had long since forgotten this Mr. Ji.

With the overly proud and arrogant temperament of my young lady, she has severe face blindness towards people she doesn't care about.

It is the norm to automatically filter out relevant memories in your mind.

But the night banquet was only five days ago, and she heard rumors.

That Mr. Ji acted very vigorously, but in front of many suitors from the Shangqing Immortal Realm and the city lord, he forcibly kissed the third lady.

When encountering such a thing, he was able to turn his head and forget it completely.

Dong Yun also had to admire his young lady's vigor and forgetfulness.

But being willing to meet people is a good thing after all.

Fearing that Fang Geyu would regret it, Dongyun quickly invited Bai Lian into the house.

The windows were not closed, the wind and snow were still pouring into the house, and the burning charcoal fire in the fireplace was also extinguished a little.

Fang Geyu's two snowy and soft white feet were bare on the carpet, laying on top of each other, cocking Yuxue's cute toes every now and then.

With a strange scrutiny in her eyes, she looked at Bai Lian who came into the room.

"Are you all going down?"

After dismissing all the maids, Bai Lian hadn't spoken yet.

The little feet that had been restlessly buried in the thick carpet flew up and stepped heavily on Bai Lian's chest.

The force is not light, if you were an ordinary person, you would be severely disabled by this kick.

But Bai Lian had just fused his own bones. The body of the corpse demon was different from that of ordinary people, and this foot on his body was like scratching an itch.

But in the face of Fang Geyu's willful behavior, he still took two steps back very cooperatively.

He had a half smile on his face, and was about to speak when he heard Fang Geyu's cold and unfamiliar voice.

"You have such a great skill, that you were able to convince my father to sneak into my mansion?
I heard they all called you Young Master Ji?When has there been a character like you in the world? "

Bai Lian's expression froze all of a sudden, he stared at Fang Geyu's icy little face.

Confirming that she didn't mean to be joking at all, she seemed to understand something in an instant.

A heart gradually sank into the ice cave.

"Fang Geyu, you... erased my memory?" Bai Lian came to a cruel conclusion.

This guy!

Acting so decisively and unreasonably!
Now it was Fang Geyu's turn to be stunned, and she narrowed her eyes, "Oh? So you are the Bai Lian I mentioned in the message in my letter?"

"Leave a message in the letter?"

Fang Geyu looked a little impatient: "A few days ago, I should have sealed and erased all the memories of a certain person, and left a note for me the next day, explaining everything.

Looking at it now, you really are a big trouble, and you were able to force me into such a situation. "

She stood up, as if she hadn't woken up, and yawned again: "But for me at this moment, the past is over, and everything about you is blank.

No matter what you want from me, but you should already know.

I was born by the sword, the seven emotions and six desires have become fossils, the plot in your heart is doomed to fail, you should wake up earlier. "

"Fang Geyu, for a broken sword, you can really do anything..."

Bai Lian's voice was as calm as water, and his eyes were calm, but Fang Geyu, who was always keen, could clearly sense that he was angry.

And still angry.

But he was out of breath, and laughed again, his round pupils were dark and wet, as if separated by a layer of mist.

He took a step closer to Fang Geyu.

Because he was a head taller than her, he had to bend slightly to keep her eye level:

"That's right, you always live with such sharp edges and corners, you are flamboyant and hurt others and yourself, and you act completely recklessly.

Sometimes people can't help but hate their teeth itching.but……"

Bai Lian suddenly raised his hand, smoothed the sleepy hair on her head gently, and said with a light smile:
"To me, you are very important, and you will always have a step down with me.

This time, it is still the case.

It doesn't matter if you leave the past behind, we can start all over again.

I have endless patience with you. "

I thought this kid was laughing out of anger, after all, he was clearly angry just now visible to the naked eye.

But in just the blink of an eye, he coaxed himself well?
Fang Geyu couldn't help wondering what the structure of this guy's brain was, how could he act and think completely differently from others?

And what's the matter with this stickiness, like... a male vixen.

The note also didn't say that the person she voluntarily abandoned and forgotten was such a messy character.

(End of this chapter)