long night walk

Chapter 477 It's cold, add clothes

Ying Xiu couldn't say a word, kneeling on the ground, he seemed to see that his own light and pride were all extinguished.

His father would never say these words to him, and what Shen Bao said now undoubtedly drove him into the unbearable mud.

Yun Rong has never been a character who would take the initiative to comfort others, even if the man kneeling beside her like a dog in water is her young master.

But in order to live a more relaxed and comfortable life in Tianxi Sword Sect in the future, she couldn't help but patiently perfunctory him a few words: "Good medicine is bitter, but faithful advice is harsh. The patriarch is all for the sake of the young master. The young master should be taught with an open mind." .”

The panacea-like words of "this is all for your own good" are really indescribable.

Bai Lian laughed and shook his head, and suddenly his sleeve was gently pulled.

He looked down, and the little old-fashioned Daoist Shen Bao stood under him at some point.

The little guy was no taller than his knees, he held his sleeve with a hand like a lotus root, and said seriously: "You are pretty good, little doll, are you interested in practicing swords with me?"

Yun Rong's eyes lit up, and he said with great enthusiasm: "This kid is indeed a malleable talent, you old man must be good at teaching him, so that I can have a good discussion with him about our school of swordsmanship in the future."

There is no room for Bailian to refuse, the ground is covered with light dust, and then there are thousands of sword lights, like snow in the fog, making people invisible, but the sword intent is majestic everywhere, and its peak is unmatched.

It is clearly an endless and endless sword intent that is as soft as light snow, but the power contained in it is comparable to majestic mountains, and it is incomparably magnificent.

Bai Lian's hair brushed against his cheeks, his eyes widened, and he didn't have time to see the sword's movement clearly.

In a blur before his eyes, he saw that the sword idiot woman's energy was broken in front of her, and the sword circle collapsed, and her whole body seemed to be hit by a flood pouring from the mountain.

Without saying a word, the person flew out like a meteor, crashing into the rock with a bang, without any life.

Not to mention that Bai Lian was stunned by this sudden change, even the little old-fashioned real person was shocked by the terrifying sword, his little hands trembled and his face turned pale.

Slowly, in the smoke and dust, there was a cold snort.

The woman who claims to be a heart demon stands in the lingering light dust and sword aura, covering her wide hat brim ups and downs in the strong wind, and she can vaguely see the ice-cold eyes of Sheshui under the shadow.

She pursed her thin lips and uttered the words coldly. The pleasant voice was chilling to the ears: "You want to discuss swords? How dare you want to discuss swords with others?"

Yun Rong was hurt badly this time, mouthfuls of blood poured out like he didn't want money, his whole body was in a turmoil, and his sword bones groaned in pain, as if all the bones in his body were not his own.

But the boiling in her eyes was unstoppable.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough, is this my inner demon?" Yun Rong wiped the blood from her lips with her sleeve, and said with a light smile, "Why can't I talk to someone about the sword? Why are you so angry? "

Looking at her heartless smiling face, the 'heart demon' Yun Rong took a deep breath before trying to calm down.

Ying Xiu's face was bewildered, and he thought to himself what kind of demon is this, it's so heaven-defying.

Master Patriarch Daoist coughed twice, not daring to think about the origin of this demon, and said: "These ten servants are dead, I am afraid they will offend the ancient gods in the bronze sacred tree, and the statue of the seated god will also slowly lose its charm. Sex, the next black tide and the catastrophe of the wolf coming into the world, we all have to rely on us humans to survive."

Everyone who knew that they were about to lose the protection of the Holy Spirit could not help but look desperate after hearing this.

Bai Lian pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed to a direction and asked, "The bronze sacred tree you mentioned, senior, but which direction?"

Daoist Shen Bao was stunned: "Not bad."

The sacred bronze tree is so tall that there are even legends that the top of the tree has even crossed the sky they saw. Such a magnificent and huge bronze sacred tree, according to common sense, even in a distant place, the silhouette of the tree shadow can be seen.

But the truth is, if you haven't entered the domain world of the Bronze Tree, you can't get a glimpse of its appearance.

But this young man was able to pinpoint the direction of the tree.

Bai Lian looked up at the distant sky: "I want to go there and have a look."

Master Shen Bao frowned and disagreed: "You killed the servant of God, and now you are approaching the bronze tree, and the ancient god caught your breath, do you think you can come back alive?"

Bai Lian gave him a deep bow, and said, "I hope that senior can take in my companion for a few more days."

Master Shen Bao saw that he had made up his mind to go, so he stopped talking.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." When Bai Lian said this, he was looking at the "heart demon".

The bright eyes under the hood looked at him, slightly taken aback.

An unintentional sentence, without any special meaning, but with a little familiarity, just like the warm farewell he said every time before leaving home on the White Camel Mountain in the past.

Inexplicably, it made her feel a long-lasting, uncontrollable warmth and emotion in her heart.

When she slowly rolled these five words in her heart, she suddenly felt another soft thorn in her heart, gently and lightly picking away her softest place, flooding with bloody redness.

This finally caused a crack in her perfectly restrained emotions. She looked at him with far-reaching eyes, and said softly but impulsively: "It's going to be very cold, and the road will not be long. If the cold comes between the sleeves, the clothes will be thin, but you have to... ...can you..."

At the end of the sentence, as if exhausting all his courage, he slowly lost his voice.

Is she crazy?
How could he bear the burden of the unfulfilled regret in his previous life?

He is, can no longer be her husband.

Bai Lian didn't understand what she meant: "What do you want?"

She pursed her lips, but in the end she was still unwilling to overcome her reason, and she had an extra light fur cloak taken from Jiebao in her hand: "It's cold, remember to add clothes."

Bai Lian was stunned, and thought to himself that I am a corpse demon, I don't know cold and heat, and I don't eat five flavors, don't you know.

Yun Rong was also stunned. Seeing his expression like this, she immediately understood, she couldn't help but took two steps back in embarrassment, and the winter coat in her hand became extremely heavy.

At this moment, she realized clearly that neither she nor this winter coat should be seen in the world.

Just as she was about to hide the soft and thick winter clothes behind her back, she suddenly lightened her palm, and the hem of the light fur coat brushed against her fingertips, making a nice swirl.

The young man in front of him was tightly wrapped by the light blue fur that day. He looked down at the light fringe dragging on the ground, and thought to himself that the cloak seemed to be made too big, but the stitches were very tight, and the embroidery was repeated carefully. Although the embroidery on the top is not exquisite and beautiful, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this winter cloak has put a lot of thought into it.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "Thank you."

Although it doesn't feel any temperature, it is really soft and comfortable.

(End of this chapter)