The woman slapped herself hard in her heart, knowing that she had said the wrong thing and was about to make up for it.
The young man holding an umbrella across from him responded to her with a serious face. He was not embarrassed at all by being caught red-handed. His expression was very natural: "Thank you for your concern, girl. I didn't fall asleep last night."
Such an honest and straightforward answer.
But how did they know that Balian meant it literally, and the corpse demon didn't need to sleep.
The senior sister from the Lihe Sect had a slightly red face and really didn't know how to answer the question.
He pursed his lips and then asked slowly: "Master, that... Junior Sister Jiujiu, she..."
Balian knelt down, tilted the umbrella to cover the reddish earlobes, picked up the little rabbit, and said, "I fell asleep after drinking."
"Sir... I think you should discuss this matter with our sect leader."
Balian nodded: "That's exactly what I meant."
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There are single peaks and cliffs and huge rivers.
The strong wind in the mountains tore at the hem of Bailian's clothes and black hair. He looked at the old man on the cliff and stopped.
Li Xuan took a deep breath, his white hair on his temples was dancing like silver threads, his eyes contained deep anger, and he grinded his teeth and cried blood: "Boy, how dare you!!!"
Balian shook his head towards the old man and said in a calm voice: "In this world, there is no such thing as dare or not, only willingness."
"Shuzi is arrogant!"
"Senior Li, I am not here to argue with you today, because many things in this world are unreasonable."
Balian looked at him deeply and said, "I will go down the mountain."
The old man was startled, not expecting to hear such a sentence at all, but what followed was boundless anger, burning his face as red as a war ghost.
If you decided to go down the mountain and leave Jiujiu from the beginning, why did you go up the mountain to provoke her again?
"This is what Miss Jiujiu meant." He said calmly, which destroyed the old man's anger.
"Jiujiu...mean?"
Bailian said: "Jiujiu asked me to leave, so I will leave."
The old man didn't expect that the matter would be solved so easily. He thought that this young corpse demon would be so messy that he would not give up until he was exhausted from all the members of the Lihe Sect and turned into a demon.
But he didn't expect that he would be so obedient because of Jiujiu's words.
"Are you really willing to give up drinking?" the old man asked.
Balian looked up at him and said, "Senior, why would you think so? It seems like there are two different things between me going down the mountain and leaving and giving up drinking."
"you!"
Before the old man could get angry again, Balian lowered his eyebrows and held the unsheathed Qiu Shui Sword across his chest.
"Senior believes that the body of a corpse demon should not be returned to the immortal sect. One person and one demon will eventually have a different path. If outsiders know about it, they will undoubtedly give others a handle and fight tit for tat."
Li Xuan's eyes were full of anger: "Since you know the key points, why do you want to ruin my wine?"
Bailian lowered his eyes: "Jiujiu said I'm fine."
Li Xuan's expression froze, and he felt a great hatred in his heart: "I have not been in love for a long time, and my mind is simple. I was just temporarily deceived by your appearance. How could I know the fatal poison in it!
If you are really good for her, you should stay away from her. Jiujiu has an excellent talent for cultivation and has a bright path to immortality. How could she be destroyed in the hands of a corpse demon like you! "
"Stay away?" Balian pursed his lips and said, "Senior, you might as well tell me, if I stay away from wine, what will you do in the future?"
His calm gaze finally had a hint of cold sarcasm: "A family from an immortal family is seeking the Taoist path. For her own good, they should consciously stay away from each other, and then let the seniors and their Taoist companions find the path to immortality together?"
Li Xuan's face became more and more serious and ugly. Although the young man's words were too straightforward, they were true.
Precisely because it is a fact, it is embarrassing on the face.
Bailian's eyes gradually lowered: "Without permission, Si Chen would not arbitrarily claim that Jiujiu is my woman! But if senior allows Jiujiu to others, I might really make the Lihe Sect disappear. In this world."
Li Xuan opened his blood-red eyes: "You are really arrogant. Aren't you afraid that I will ask the sect to send out demon-killing instructions to hundreds of sects to destroy this evil spirit like you?"
Bailian's words were still lukewarm: "Senior, you can give it a try."
He has a gentle temperament, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the sharpness and violence of a young man.
He's not greedy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have what he wants.
Once something falls into his hands, he will not be too imprisoned and imprisoned to death.
He would give her the freedom to fly.
But I won't be so cowardly as to watch her fall into the hands of others.
That kind of heroic act of loving her and letting her go is left to the righteous heroes in the story books to perform.
Anyway, to the old man, he is a demon, and he doesn't mind the demon to the end.
What's more, where is this?
After lying in a coffin for two hundred years, he is not allowed to have a tantrum?
The conversation ended unhappy.
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The sky is sunny and the snow is getting colder. Between the sky and the earth, although the sunshine is bright, it is also covered in mist, and the mountains and forests are deserted.
The small pavilion on the ancient road in the mountains is cold, and the clouds are long and the curtain is hanging deep.
Those unicorns, which are whiter and more holy than snow, bow their heads to drink water in the stream.
In an ancient pavilion with old and peeling paint, a girl dressed in snow clothes and a feather cloak sits alone in the cold pavilion, making snow-fried tea.
The moon is clear, the wind is clear, the fog is clear, and the snow is clear, just as the sky clouds are breaking.
A beam of skylight fell on the shoulders of the innocent girl, giving the plain feather cloak an extremely luxurious and beautiful charm.
The girl has extremely beautiful lips. When she purses her lips lightly, if she doesn't smile, she will have a cold and distant temperament.
The bells on the unicorns' necks swayed, and they all raised their heads and looked in one direction.
The girl seemed to feel something, and when she lifted her slender eyes slightly, she revealed her deep eyes with splashes of ink.
Looking at the young man holding an umbrella outside Hanting, she picked up the white jade tea cup.
The lips that were cold due to the mountain wind were warmed by the tea mist, and a careless smile spread out.
"Oh? Isn't this the younger brother-in-law of the Lihe Sect? He didn't even die when he fell into Su Jing's hands. He is really lucky to have survived the catastrophe."
As he spoke, Fang Geyu gently pushed one in the direction of Bai Lian, tapped his jade-white fingers on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "Come in and sit, aren't you tired of holding an umbrella?"
The white jade cup at your fingertips contained fresh pomegranate-red liquid. The cold wind blew up, creating a faint sweet fragrance.
Balian's eyes fell unexpectedly on the girl's thin Hao wrist, which was wrapped with white gauze.
Not even a trace of redness oozed out from under the snow-white gauze. Presumably, it had been covered with precious ointment, which had a miraculous effect in stopping bleeding.
He closed his umbrella and entered the pavilion, picked up the cup and drank the contents in one gulp without hesitation.
The blood has been shed, and if we continue to refuse at this moment, it will be a waste of time.
Fang Geyu's blood was surprisingly sweet. Unexpectedly, it was even sweeter than the blood of Thirteen Swords Jinsheng.
The corpse beads in the body were moistened with fresh blood, and the speed of operation was obviously smoother.
