The wind blows through my clothes and the snow feels cold.
Fang Ge sat with his arms straight, his lawless posture unchanged.
After kicking everyone out, he continued to pretend to be dumb.
After Bai Lian put on his clothes, he looked at Fang Geyu expressionlessly: "Get over there."
Fang Geyu had a provocative sneer on his face: "What? Are you so angry that you want to spank me?"
Seeing that she was still pretending to be a big-nosed person at this stage, Balian sneered angrily:
"Those six girls haven't gone far yet. If you don't obey again, I will leave you here alone and go to find the girl with the red fan, just in time to let her help you try the sword! Let you know the fate of this future city son-in-law Are the body bones useful?"
Bai Lian knew that Fang Geyu was cunning and clever. If he said he was going to find those six girls right now, he would finish the unfinished business.
She definitely didn't take it seriously, she knew it was a lie as soon as she heard it, and she definitely sent him away with clapping hands.
But Bai Lian was very scheming. Not only did he want to find six people, but he only said he wanted to find Hongshan.
Fang Geyu immediately lowered his legs, his face as cold as ice.
Suddenly he became alert.
But Fang Geyu was still insisting: "Oh? Really? You actually fell in love with that cold-faced girl in Hongshan, her taste is really unique.
But I like the beauty of adulthood, how about I give her to you? "
Since you like the beauty of adults the most, why do you still grit your teeth?
Balian neither refused nor agreed. His face was even uglier than hers, and he turned around and left without any regrets.
Fang Geyu's expression changed slightly, he stood up suddenly, picked up the chair behind him and threw it up, hitting Bai Lian on the back.
The expensive chairs were in pieces.
Bai Lian turned around and looked at her. Fang Geyu looked at him hatefully, tears rolling down from her beautiful eyes.
Her tone was cold, but it didn't sound like she was holding her breath: "If you step out of this room today to look for the red fan, I will..."
"What do you think?" Bai Lian interrupted.
Fang Geyu turned around with astonishing momentum without wiping the tears on his face.
She didn't say a word. She put her hands on the edge of the table and raised her butt slightly.
She still looks like the most arrogant and unforgiving lady in the world.
Most of the depression in Bai Lian's heart suddenly dissipated, and there was a soft smile in his eyes.
"What are you doing so slowly?! Do you want me to trample you to death?"
Balian's face was startled, and he immediately forced the smile out of his eyes.
He walked over, raised his palm and opened his bow left and right without any politeness.
Like a lesson to an ignorant little girl, he waved his hand like a swift shadow and landed on her pretty butt.
Fang Geyu frowned in pain, his snow-white cheeks flushed red, and his breathing was rapid.
After the spanking, most of the suffocation in Balian's heart was gone.
Seeing him stop, Fang Geyu straightened her messy skirt as if nothing had happened.
Then he stood up as if nothing had happened.
Only the small mole under the white earlobe, like a pinprick, caught the light of the wind and snow outside the window, and was so red that it almost burned the eyes.
Balian glanced at her, sighed, and whispered: "I was very angry just now, but the person I really want to beat is not you, Fang Geyu."
As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and he added: "After all, he is also the true ancestor of the evil god, so what if one is hidden in the body of a little girl.
Jiyuan, why don't you come out and have a good chat? If you refuse, Fang Geyu, you can continue to raise your butt. "
The words "Si Yuan" seemed to trigger an unknown and mysterious echo.
Fang Geyu frowned: "Are you crazy? Why did you provoke that thing out of nowhere..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt that the spiritual platform was empty, and the supreme consciousness rising out of the body like a haze and fog occupying the entire sea of consciousness.
In the bronze mirror beside them, the figure of a woman was slowly reflected.
Balian turned his eyes and saw the woman slowly walking out of the mirror.
Three thousand strands of hair are dancing behind her, with a natural beauty and a divine flow of energy. Although she has become a concrete entity, she still gives people an ethereal, elusive, and trembling sense of illusion.
Her face without facial features gradually seemed to be filled with wonderful strokes. The brushstrokes delicately depicted the pure black eyes, dark eyebrows, clear-cut nose, and thin and graceful lips.
It was a face filled with the color of pale snow and moonlight.
Behind the woman, in the small room, a magnificent vision of heaven and earth appeared.
Under the slender toes is the solitary peak of Yuan Xiu, with rugged clear frost, cold clouds and mists, a masterpiece of azure flowers transformed into birds and cranes, the moon is shining brightly, and the waves of pine trees are endless.
Smelling the windy, snowy and cold breath on her body, Bailian suddenly seemed to smell the fragrance of cold plum blossoms on the snowy cold mountains in early autumn.
The woman's golden eyes slowly looked towards Balian, and her thin lips raised indifferently.
Under the snowy sleeves, she spread her palms and gently curled her white fingertips. A scorching and rugged old and thin plum branch bloomed at her fingertips.
There was a cold and stinging pain in Balian's skull, and a long-lasting memory suddenly blew away in his mind...
In that year of wind, frost and snow, in the small courtyard of Dongli, a loud and clear call of the luan and phoenix awakened the forest, and the snow fell from the treetops...
The woman in green and white clothes holding plum blossoms came in the quiet snow. In the white sky and the ground, her smiling eyes were as quiet as a snowy night.
The cold moonlight shone on her jade face, and the wind and clouds moved at the right time, and the snow brushed her hair and swept across her eyes.
Behind her were unknown flowers and plants on the hillside. She was fragrant and stood among the trees and fusu, waving to him.
He looked up at his mother's face in the backlight, holding his hand tenderly.
She smiled warmly at him and let go of his hand.
As a young man, he happily stepped on the soft and moist snowflakes and threw himself into the woman's arms. The cool and hazy breath of plum blossoms was soothing.
The woman raised her hand and put the scorching cold plum between his ears, with a cold smile as clear as spring water.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Fang Geyu's voice broke Bailian's long memory of being trapped in himself. He felt as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and his heart was in shock.
Holding his aching forehead with his palms, Balian's eyes were filled with sudden rain and wind, and he felt his vest was cold and his fingers were numb.
After summoning the True Ancestor Evil God, only when he saw the true form of Ji Yuan coming, could Balian truly feel the terror of its existence.
For a moment, Balian couldn't decide whether the scene he just saw in his mind was an illusion created by Ji Yuan's power or the past that actually happened.
Obviously the latter is more likely.
Jiyuan is the True Ancestor Evil God, and the power he controls is to attack the human heart with its weaknesses and desires.
If it is a completely unrelated illusion fabricated by one hand, it will be flashy and unrealistic and difficult to achieve results.
But if it was true that he had met that woman when he was a child, and now that his memory has been completely restored, why is there no trace of her at all?
Moreover, my mother seemed... to be very familiar with that woman.
Balian shook his head, getting rid of distracting thoughts, and raised his eyes to look at the face of the woman in Jiyuan's memories of Dongli Courtyard that was exactly the same.
He turned his head to look at Fang Geyu and asked, "Is she the True Ancestor Evil God?"
Fang Geyu's eyes had returned to full black color, and through the depths he could vaguely see the true nature of his soul.
Her pretty face was slightly cold: "Isn't it you who summoned me? I won't clean up this mess for you."
Balian lowered his eyebrows and asked again: "The True Ancestor Evil God has no physical form. She is neither human, nor demon, nor fairy, nor demon. Her face..."
Fang Geyu said: "It's my mother's face."
Bai Lian was shocked again: "Your mother's face?"
Fang Geyu's eyes were gloomy: "My mother was the master of the Shifang Sword of the previous generation. After inheriting the mission of suppressing the True Ancestor Evil God, she has been dealing with it for thousands of years.
My mother's psychological defense line can be said to be iron-clad and iron-clad, with no flaws to speak of.
This ghost has been starving my mother for thousands of years, and she has no desire to eat. She has a deep hatred for my mother.
What a bad taste. She likes to transform into my mother's face to disgust people. "
Balian's mood was complicated.
He had never heard that the Tianxi Sword Sect or the Zhongyou Dynasty had personal relationships with Shifang City, and he had no idea that his mother knew the Lord of Xuecheng.
Looking at the cold plum in the hands of the True Ancestor Evil God, Balian's eyes were cold and he couldn't help but think of Ninety-Nine.
When we first met, she also gave her a cold plum.
Is it a coincidence, or is she somehow related to the True Ancestor Evil God?
Balian couldn't figure it out, he just kept looking at the True Ancestor Evil God, trying to find a flaw in this huge disaster that could completely eliminate it.
There are thousands of visions at Jiyuan's feet, and the red plums in his hands gradually wither away, leaving only dead branches and buds.
She raised her head slightly, but without opening her thin lips, her ethereal and captivating voice sounded, hovering in the room.
"It's been a long time... no one has called me."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"This room is filled with the breath of desire, and I am very happy."
Fang Geyu looked ugly and cursed angrily: "Idiot!"
The six maids had been doing mischief on Bai Lian for a long time.
The woman's lust in the room had not dissipated for a long time. By summoning this ghost at this time, Balian would not only increase its arrogance.
Hungry for the True Ancestor Evil God who saw the light of day for the first time in a thousand years, she had to seal the seven emotions to barely suppress them.
This would allow it to absorb desires in one day and absorb the remaining desires of the six people in the room.
Fang Geyu didn't know if he still had the ability to seal it into the sword again.
"Human girl." True Ancestor Evil God Golden Boy looked at him blankly.
"Admit it, this son is your destiny. When you have a girlish love for him, you are destined to be devoured by me."
"Now that it has become a fact, why not accept your fate?"
Fang Ge's eyes were as cold as ice, "Stop your temptations and threats. If you have the ability to devour me, then just try it. If the Shifang Sword is not broken, it will always be your prison."
"My cage is the sword."
The True Ancestor Evil God spread out his palm, and an identical 'Ten Directions Sword' materialized in his palm.
Her long and slender fingers fell on the sword, and she bent it lightly before it suddenly broke.
"An unlocked cage can easily break."
"The Snow Girl is a locked person. The key is passed down to you, and when you act rashly, the key will disappear."
The body of the True Ancestor Evil God was floating in the space without any weight, and the fleeting evil energy seemed a bit cruel.
"Little human girl, you don't have that ability. Even if you sacrifice your body to the tower, and you have no heirs, who can seal me again?"
Fang Geyu's face was pale and extremely ugly.
"I have a question?" Bailian suddenly interrupted: "Since Ji Yuan and you feed on the seven emotions and six desires of the human world, and Fang Geyu walks in the mountains and rivers of the human world, you have countless opportunities to absorb the human desires and delusions, why do you show up now? ?”
Fang Geyu was so angry with him that he completely lost his temper and said, "If you didn't make a wish to it, how could it come out?"
"Make a wish?" Balian frowned in confusion.
Fang Geyu said in a cool voice: "The True Ancestor Evil God feeds on the desires of humans, gods, demons, and demons. The six realms, no matter which continent, are filled with these desires.
Although the True Ancestor Evil God is powerful, he cannot easily digest and absorb these desires.
After all, it is an evil spirit outside the six realms. It has no entity and no body. How can it eat?
Just as humans worship and believe in gods, only by receiving the power of incense and faith can the gods survive forever.
The same is true for evil gods. Only those with unsatisfied desires will make them concrete and materialize if they make a wish, and they will appear in the world in different forms of humans, birds, beasts, and plants.
The strong desire under each wish will turn into lust and nourish it into a spirit. Everyone has three opportunities to make a wish to the True Ancestor Evil God.
After three times, the True Ancestor Evil God can completely occupy his body, capture his soul, and become a spiritual slave. "
Balian understood clearly and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God, "So, because my obsession with summoning you was too strong, I formed a 'wishing' situation, allowing her to officially come to the world in human form?"
Fang Geyu said: "Not bad."
Balian added: "But I saw that when you saw her appearing in the form of your mother-in-law, you acted very calmly, as if... you had long been used to it."
Fang Geyu sneered: "The True Ancestor Evil God can peek into people's hearts, and he is also cunning and cunning. When I was young, the second year after my mother left, he would often take the form of her and enter my heart to cause trouble. Goodbye now, Nothing to cause a stir."
After hearing this, Bai Lian felt complicated and distressed.
He slowly exhaled, looked at the True Ancestor Evil God in the virtual space, and suddenly said: "Jiyuan, do you dare to give me another cold plum?"
Fang Geyu's expression changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy?!"
Give him a cold plum?
This is already the second wish he has made to the True Ancestor Evil God in the name of the Evil God!
The True Ancestor Evil God was also a little surprised by Balian's request.
But she didn't say too many words. She has always been disrespectful to people's wishes, no matter how big or small.
She smiled slightly, with golden meaning in her eyes, and picked up a scorching cold plum again, the fragrance lingering around her fingertips.
Balian couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he saw her ability to create things at will.
That Hanmei is by no means an illusion, but an entity.
He calmed down and walked up to her seriously to pick up the cold plum.
Although Fang Geyu's face was ugly and pale, surprisingly... he didn't stop Bailian's stupid behavior.
The eyes that should have been filled with anger and resentment were filled with only indifferent doubts.
Balian came to the True Ancestor Evil God, smiled at her, and asked calmly: "I wonder what my wish tastes like, does it taste good in the mouth?"
The True Ancestor Evil God calmly handed the cold plum in his hand to him: "My transaction can only be rewarded when my wish comes true."
This means that only when Balian officially bears the plum blossom, can she fulfill his wish.
The smile on Balian's lips deepened, and she looked at her pair of golden-eyed children with deep meaning: "I hope Lord Jiyuan can... have a pleasant meal today."
He raised his hand, and his cold fingertips fell on the thin plum branch.
A surprising scene happened.
A ray of blackness bloomed bit by bit from the core of the plum blossom, which was as red as fire.
Like a light touch of ink, spreading like a spot.
