"Snowflakes?" Shui Miaomiao stretched out her hand to catch one, watching it disappear in her palm with a chill. Looking up, the warm sun hung in the sky.
Mu Cang slowed down, Shui Miaomiao poked her head out, and looked around to see a world covered in snow and covered in silver.
"Put me down."
Shui Miaomiao stopped Mu Cang from following her forward and asked him to stand at the boundary line with Daxue.
The heavy snow is flying, like another world, who knows whether it is safe or not.
The sound of "squeaking" when stepping on the snow is so real, and there is a slight sting on the face, which is caused by the snowflakes.
The snow suddenly became heavier. The moment Shui Miaomiao broke into the snow, the crystal clear hexagonal snowflakes shone as sharp as a knife.
Shui Miaomiao looked up, stretching her body to show that she was not hostile, and the snowflakes were falling freely, no longer leaving traces of blood.
In this elegant and quiet snow-white field, Shui Miaomiao listened attentively, and the sound of gentle breathing came slowly from the center of the snow.
He ran away and fell to his knees, splashing heavy snow all around and flying towards the sky. His true face was revealed in the snow, like a goddess in the snow, with icy muscles and jade bones.
It is more like an exquisite and clear snow lotus. It is not stained by any dust and is as clear as smoke. It is a treasure that has been carefully protected by thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.
How could you bear to let it fall into the mortal world?
With his brows furrowed and no smile on his face, Leng Ningchi's body was covered in scars and covered with ice crystals, but it was dyed as red as the peach blossoms in March, which made her even more miserable.
Shui Miaomiao heard a sigh in a daze. He cherished his wish like a treasure and used the wind and snow to resist. There were too many hardships in this world, so he would not end up like this, but he was helpless in the end.
Touching Leng Ningchi's cheek with a slightly trembling hand, bringing a little warmth, Shui Miaomiao took a long breath, put the sigh behind her, picked up Leng Ningchi from the snow, and walked towards Mu Cang.
Stepping out of the snowy land, looking back, the snow instantly melted away and ceased to exist, it was all like an illusion...
He also forgot one thing. Shui Miaomiao stopped and handed over the unconscious Leng Ningchi in his arms to Mu Cang, and summoned Ling Yan, who was knocked away by the skeleton's palm yesterday.
Shui Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ling Yan flying back tremblingly and covered with dead branches and vines.
"Is it important? Is it expensive?" Mu Cang couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that it's expensive." Shui Miaomiao carefully looked at the Lingyan in his hand, "It's just that this is a gift from Lord Chengxian."
After finding a scratch, Shui Miaomiao immediately cheered up and stepped forward to look at it. She felt distressed because of how hard the skeleton was.
Although the scratches cannot be seen without looking carefully, are Wen Renxian and the others' eyesight fake? How should I tell Wen Renxian and the others that they had a safe trip when they returned?
Turning Ling Yan back to the size of a hairpin, Shui Miaomiao raised her hand to put it on her head, then remembered that she was wearing her hair down and stroking the scratches. Shui Miaomiao sighed and took Ling Yan into Shui Yingyin.
When Mu Cang saw it, he felt that he cherished it very much.
Withdrawing his gaze and lowering his head, Mu Cang hugged Leng Ningchi and followed Shui Miaomiao step by step.
"I'll do it." Just thinking about how to bully him after returning to the Ancient Immortal Sect, Shui Miaomiao came to his senses and picked up Leng Ningchi, walking side by side with Mu Cang, "Well, little brother, I... ··”
Shui Miaomiao never figured out how to explain her intention to Mu Cang. After all, the whole thing was unreasonable.
It was Wen Renxian who was injured by Tuo Yanjun. The wound was strange and did not heal for a long time. Why did he say that little brother had a solution?
Unexpectedly, but feeling it was so natural, Mu Cang agreed without even listening to Shui Miaomiao's stumbling words.
"Really, really?" Mu Cang's directness made Shui Miaomiao hesitate and feel a little scared, "Actually, little brother, you can teach me."
teach? Drawing magic is not something humans learn.
Miaomiao actually said that Lord Tuo Yan called her to come to him. This was the only thing Mu Cang could think of without hearing the whole story.
Mu Cang shook his head lightly, "I will not go back on my word if I promise. I will go to the Ancient Immortal Sect with you. If you are worried, we can set off immediately."
Shui Miaomiao lowered her eyes, what else could she say now.
She came to see her little brother. Everyone agreed, but she hesitated. In her conscience, she might as well not show up at all.
Mu Cang didn't have the worries that Shui Miaomiao had. His master was a great master in demon cultivation, and he had no chance to plunder animals.
After all, there is no place for Mu Cang in this world of gods and demons, so why should he be afraid of the Ancient Immortal Sect?
It didn't matter if he was a demon or not. Although he didn't have those concerns about his face turning pale, Mu Cang also knew that Wen Renxian's injury was difficult to cure.
Mu Cang actually wanted to ask, what would Shui Miaomiao's reaction be if he could not go to the Ancient Immortal Sect and teach him the art of attracting demons?
Seeing Shui Miaomiao's hesitant and embarrassed look, Mu Cang didn't want to add to the trouble. There was no way he could refuse Shui Miaomiao. He would do it without Shui Miaomiao opening his mouth, so the question itself was untenable... ···
"Traitor! Traitor!"
Unable to wait for a reply from Mu Cang, An Juelao waited for a simple and clear message from Mu Cang. He followed Shui Miaomiao and went to the Ancient Immortal Sect.
An Jue Lao had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't want to stop it. After all, it was an opportunity to enter the Ancient Immortal Sect openly. Even if it was his own apprentice, it would be enough for him to brag about for a while.
It would be better if his apprentice wasn't the heartless person who counted money for others after being sold.
When Leng Ningchi woke up, he was already on a fairy ship thousands of miles high in the sky. Although his consciousness had not yet returned, he quickly noticed that there was someone nearby, and it was definitely not Shui Miaomiao.
The sword was unstained and unsheathed, pointing with a chill at the person sitting at the table holding a tea cup.
The tea condensed with frost, and the frozen man instinctively let go of his hand. Before the teacup hit the ground with a loud noise, he was quickly picked up into someone's arms and looked towards the next door. He didn't want to make any big noise.
"Mu, Mu An?" After seeing the person in front of the table, Leng Ning frowned incomprehensibly.
Putting the cup on the table, Mu Cang looked at Leng Ningchi and nodded lightly.
The room returned to silence, and the sword was slowly sheathed. Leng Ningchi found it increasingly difficult to raise his eyebrows. He felt that the person in front of him was different, but he couldn't explain why.
In the past, Mu An was easy to ignore, but now he was sitting there with a motionless depression. This was also the reason why Leng Ningchi drew her sword desperately as soon as she woke up. She sensed the danger.
Mu Cang silently wanted to rub away the frost on his hands, but did not pay attention to Leng Ning's crazy look.
With Mu Cang's current level of cultivation, it would take some time for the frost to dissipate. Leng Ningchi vaguely felt that Mu Cang was smiling, with the slightly raised corners of his mouth filled with disdain.
"Where is Miaomiao?" Leng Ningchi said to stop Mu Cang from raising the corners of his mouth.
"She just went to rest." When Miaomiao was mentioned, the dangerous atmosphere dissipated instantly and everything returned to normal, but Leng Ningchi became more and more serious. She had always been sensitive, which was completely different from the two of them.
Leng Ningchi turned over and wanted to get out of bed.
"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Mu Cang stood up, as if to stop her but did not move, "I promised Miaomiao that you would call her as soon as you wake up, but she just fell asleep."
The two people, four pairs of eyes, stared at each other for a long time, before Leng Ningchi sat back on the bed and lay down.
"Hold the quilt," Mu Cang said. He didn't want to tuck Leng Ning into bed.
"Tsk~" He took the quilt with both hands and covered his head directly. Leng Ningchi was annoyed at why he had to be so obedient. Who said that Mu Cang's every word was so unreasonable but so natural.
Leng Ningchi was worried about Shui Miaomiao, but he didn't want to disturb Shui Miaomiao who had just fallen asleep.
She knew that Mu An was able to stay safely, and Shui Miaomiao must be safe, but last night, the memory of last night stayed on Shui Miaomiao's retreating back.
