Chapter 823 Loosely Leaving [6]

Tan Jiu also gradually came back to his senses, looked down at him with a cold light in his eyes, then kicked him away, and walked along the river without saying a word.

After rolling around on the ground, Dai Mao got up again, crawled over to pick up the big fish that was jumping on the ground, and quickly caught up with Tan Jiu's footsteps.

"Master Tan Jiu, we can grill the fish! This time I won't burn it again!" Dai Mao vowed, "I won't burn myself either!"

Tan Jiu ignored him at all, his face was gloomy and cold, he looked like a god of death, without any human touch.

Fortunately, Dai Mao has long been used to such a master Tanjiu, and there is nothing wrong with it, because Master Tanjiu has always been like this, indifferent to the outside world, always doing his own things, and has no affection for anyone.

Only in those years with Chongkui... Master Tan Jiu has become nothing like Master Tan Jiu.

But Chongkui is dead, she is no more, no one in this world will influence Lord Tanjiu anymore, that's great!
The small episode here did not affect Chongkui being blown far away by the wind. When the wind weakened, Chongkui finally broke free from the wind and was exhausted.

It turned out to be so dangerous outside, and a gust of wind made her unable to resist. It seemed that she should not go out in windy weather in the future.

Zhongkui looked up at the sky, why is the sky a little gloomy? Although he doesn't understand the weather, but looking at the weather, he has a bad premonition in his heart.

I'm afraid there will be more wind coming.

Didn't you hear people say today that the weather is fine and there will be no wind and snow for a few days?

What a lie!

Chongkui knew he couldn't stay for long, so he flew back in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

It's a pity that as soon as we arrived in Xianyang, it really started to blow and snow. First, it was thin snowflakes, and soon the wind became stronger, and finally turned into a howling north wind, mixed with heavy snow.

Zhongkui struggled through one house after another, and would be blown into the air by the wind if he was not careful.

After finally returning to Xianyang Palace, it was already midnight, the snow had not stopped, it was beating outside the windows, and the doors and windows were closed everywhere.

However, the doors and windows of Weiyang Palace are all open, as if waiting for something to come back.

Chongkui finally ran in, but was almost swept out by the wind.

In desperation, she used her spiritual power to close all the doors and windows!
Bang bang bang!
After several loud bangs, Chongkui finally sat on the ground weakly.

The ground was dripping with ice and snow that had been blown in and melted into water because of the warmth in the room.

Tired her to death, scared her to death...

It's really scary outside, but it's still safe here...

Chongkui was a little puzzled, obviously she could find a place outside to escape the wind and snow, and those folk houses could also escape, but she didn't stop along the way no matter how dangerous it was, but she just wanted to come back here wholeheartedly.

This place seemed to be the place where she was truly safe.

why?

Chongkui herself didn't understand, the warmth in the room made her feel a little comfortable, she slowly raised her head, but was suddenly startled.

There was a man in front, holding an unlit lamp, as if standing there for a long time.

There was some damp under the hem of the clothes, as if it had been soaked by the wind and snow that had been swept in just now.

The red eyes looked at the direction of the corner of the wall, which was Chongkui's direction.

Chongkui's heart tightened, a little nervous, won't he see it?Impossible...

(End of this chapter)

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