"So you don't have an invitation?"
"Don't you know who your master is? Will they send me invitations?"
"Then you take me to Yaocheng, if you don't meet Miaomiao," Mu Cang sat opposite An Jue Lao, who almost froze to death in the snowy field.
"Do you know how many people are coming to this banquet? How many people can get invitations? In fact, you can get a table without invitations, but my original goal is to let you meet the Saint Yuan Ancestor. I originally thought it would cost a lot of money. For some means, it would be nice to have an invitation now, and you can sit a little further forward, but looking at the current situation, what you lack is not the guidance of the Saint Yuan Ancestor."
"Sit forward?" Mu Cang poured a cup of tea and handed it to An Jue.
An Jue Lao took a look and said, "You still have some conscience."
"Who knows Boss An Jue's name? Will he not be recognized?"
"An Jue Lao always wears a black robe when he appears, and the black mist is shrouded in it, which can stop children from crying at night." An Jue Lao lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, like an old scholar, "I look like him there."
Mu Cang glanced at An Juelao silently and lowered his eyelids.
"Remember, there is a risk of being seen through disguise. This is the best disguise to give people a preconceived impression. It was not like this back then, and naturally it is not An Jue Lao."
He suddenly threw the invitation in his hand to Mu Cang and saw him catching it hurriedly, "Put it away. This is your pass to see your little lover. I'm going out for a walk. You can stabilize your cultivation. It depends on your The speed at which your little lover gets into trouble will mean that you won’t be able to save him next time, so you’ll just have to look on blankly from the side..."
"It's really getting late. Have we set off or arrived yet~"
Mu Ran looked at his superiors, Liu Jing and others, whose mood was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. He sped up his speech, finished reporting on the sect's affairs, and sent the elders away.
"Disciple, please leave first." Muran saluted, and before Liu and the others could say anything, he turned around and left the Honghu Hall. Before the door of the hall was closed, he heard a loud noise and a series of beeps coming from inside.
"Nothing." Mu Ran stopped the guards outside the palace, "You go and have a rest, I'll guard it for you. I'll be here when the shift change time comes."
"Thank you, senior sister."
In the Honghu Palace, Liu and others lifted the table, bent their waists, and cursed in the air: "It will never end, it will never end, Jian Cichen, are you sick? Are you sick?"
"It's almost here. I feel like I won't be able to survive my wife's birthday, and I won't be able to see the snow in Yaocheng." Xianyan Xianzun's voice sounded in the minds of everyone in the Liu family.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Liu Jing and others scratched their heads and jumped to their feet, "Then you should die quickly. Do you need my help?"
"Liu Jinger~"
Hearing that aggrieved tone, Liu Jing and everyone shuddered, "That's enough of you, why don't you show any shame and have the guts to harass Yatong!"
"I am the leader of a sect and am harassing the juniors. What will it sound like if word spreads out?"
"So you came to torture me."
"You and I are both sect masters, so naturally we have topics to talk about. But Liu Jing and everyone, do you really have the heart to see me buried in Yaocheng?"
Looking around, it seemed that there was nothing left to smash. Liu and others sneered a few times and gritted their teeth and said, "Jian Cichen, I thought you had changed since you became the sect leader, but it turns out you are still the same shameless person as before."
"I feel ashamed that I think about the Wanhuang Sect in advance. Liu Jing and others don't understand me as much as Immortal Lord Li Yuan."
"Of course Li Yuanming understands you, let's do this." Liu Jian and others patted their chests, "Don't torture the slave's nerves. You come to see the slave now. Let's take a bath and drink together. And Mian, let the slave family get to know you better~"
The noise in his mind suddenly quieted down.
"Ha! You're playing tricks with me, and that idiot Li Yuanming will be fooled." Liu and others pulled their collars out and sat on the throne. A pair of white thighs were faintly visible from their skirts. come out.
Above the Honghu Palace, the shadow of Xian Yanxian Zun appeared, and then disappeared again the next second.
A voice appeared in everyone's minds again.
"You don't show your face when talking about things, Xianyan Xianzun doesn't seem to be sincere at all," Liu Jin and others said first.
After a few seconds of silence, Immortal Master Xianyan's voice sounded, "The Honghu Hall of the Wanhuang Sect is used to discuss the internal affairs of the sect. This is what Liu and everyone did."
"The slave family has the final say." Liu Jin and others interrupted Xianyan Immortal Lord, "The slave family will turn this into a bathhouse this afternoon. Do you want to come with me, Immortal Lord?"
There was silence for more than a minute, "No, I'm busy with my affairs. Tell me, Liu and others, if the four of them come together, I'll be able to withstand it."
Liu Jing and others sat up, "Xianyan Xianzunnu's words are still there, if Yatong loses a hair, you can start to train her again, five, five, six, six."
"Liu Jin'er, that's not what you agreed to at the beginning."
"Yes, what the Nu family promised is very good, but who can control Yatong? The Nu family has already informed her that she doesn't have to go to Leng Qiaoxian's birthday party, but Leng Ningchi must be there, and she also replied. On the way to Yaocheng."
"If I came back half a month ago, were they lost in the snowfield?"
"How long has Yatong lost contact? How long have you tortured the slave family? Don't the slave family want to know! Leng Qiaoxian is also thinking about it. Birthdays shouldn't be lively. How many people will freeze to death in Yaocheng? Ah, Yatong doesn’t like the snowfield area at all.”
"Everyone, please be careful, that is my master, my wife."
"I understand. The slave family will be contacting Yatong. Please also ask Xianyan Immortal Lord not to harass the slave family. If the Immortal Lord really can't stay idle, you are welcome to have an interview after I turn this place into a bathhouse."
Ignoring the teasing in Liu Ding's words, "Then I'd like to thank Liu Ding and everyone for urging me. Whether I enjoy the snow in Yaocheng or get buried in the snow all depends on Liu Ding and everyone."
"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze."
"Master?" Yatong, who came out with a veil of cold eyes, sneezed several times in a row and was about to take off his cloak.
'Keep it for yourself. Yatong raised her hand to interrupt Leng Ningchi's movements and quickly tied the curtain.
I don’t know if Xue Yuan was hallucinating after looking at it for so long. When Ya Tong raised her head and put the curtain behind her, Leng Ning Chi actually saw her reddish eyes, as if she had cried.
"Stop being dumbfounded and leave quickly. Yaocheng will be looking at you when we get there."
Leng Ningchi lowered his head, followed Yatong for a few steps, and looked back.
There is an ice sculpture palace that looks like a mirage. She and her master have been chasing it all the way. Whenever they are about to successfully reach it, the palace disappears and then appears in the distance.
It took a long time.
The two finally succeeded in catching up with the palace, but Leng Ningchi couldn't touch the palace, and Yatong walked in. One day and one night later, when the palace became more and more transparent, Yatong just appeared in front of Leng Ningchi again.
He casually threw a teardrop-shaped necklace to Leng Ningchi.
Staring at the crystal tears in his hand.
There seemed to be tears in the tears, one drop after another, never ending. Who is crying?
It feels so desolate.
