After leaving the courtyard, Juling was already shining thousands of miles away, and the birds were singing.

There were vague figures flashing deeper in the villa. Most of them were ancient aliens protected by the Zhedan Immortal. Qin Xi took his hands behind his back and for a while, and suddenly heard the immortal speak: "Young man, if the cold air in the artemisia continues to entangle, it will only cause the soul to lose its soul."

His eyebrows raised slightly: "I understand, I know."

The immortal Zhe Dan glanced at him deeply: "I can see that Pan Shen Si is on you. Using the divine objects to achieve your wishes will cost you. Pan Shen Si is this kind of divine object. How long can it last? It only increases the pain."

Qin Xi has not agreed.

He had long suspected that there was a problem with the cold air in the Hayao Li who was chasing him relentlessly. It was not surprising that he was pointed out by the immortal Zhedan.

The cunning point of Pan Shensi may be here. Whether it is refined or not, as long as it is in the body, it will always peek into the heart and wait for a simple and ultimate wish.

When he pulled Zhenzhen back to the world in Haoli, he had such a wish, wanting her to come back to life.

The Pan Shen Si should have been triggered unintentionally at that time. It was not until the cold air in the Artemisia yank out of the soul again and again that he realized that this was a divine object asking for the price. For one life and another, the Pan Shen Si never demanded much, and there were definitely many. If it weren't for the wind, thunder and demonic energy to resist, his soul would probably be the same when he returned to the Artemisia yank.

The immortal Zhe Dan sighed: "After all, it's your own wish. The cold air in the artemisia will not come to you all. There is always a limit. It's just that the demonic energy and the cold air are pulled, and the soul cannot bear it. I know that you want to offset it with the wind and thunder demonic energy, but you will definitely not be able to hold on that day."

It doesn’t matter who can hold on or not, but Qin Yuanxi’s own words are what he says.

Qin Xi smiled lightly and said, "Young people will work hard to hold on."

The old immortal who seemed to be looking forward to his death soon looked at him for half a day and finally said a decent sentence: "I heard that those who have demonic energy have obsessions, and it turns out that way. Young man, Ju Ling and Tian are the legacy of the gods, and the cold air in the artemisia cannot pull away your soul. You can sleep a few days with peace of mind."

That was really great. He almost forgot what it felt like to sleep with a pillow and cover the quilt.

"Please ask the immortal to lead the guest room." Qin Xi wished he could get into the quilt immediately.

*

The night in Juling is extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of wind lingering on the branches of flowers.

Linghu Zhenzhen was still looking through the ink paintings one by one. Sometimes when she saw the places she had been, she couldn't help but look at them for a while.

Jimeng must be a very clever and clever girl. Although she has never been to Middle Earth, the scenery is vividly painted, as if in front of her eyes.

She flipped into a painting of Lingfeng Lake, where the distant mountains and waters were stained with light ink, the small lake was like a curved emerald moon embedded on the top of the mountain, and there was a cloud of clouds halfway up the mountain. When the thousand-year-old apricot blossom trees bloomed, they seemed to have accumulated snow. The sea of ​​flowers under the clouds were like clouds, gradually spreading into a piece of pink and white.

In a trance, Linghu Zhenzhen felt that a young man was wearing a squid on the mountain road. His movements were not clever, but his strength was very gentle, as if he was afraid of tearing off one of her hair.

She subconsciously touched her head, touched the upper clear ring of her right ear with her wrist, and her voice suddenly rang out in her mind: "Okay, I accepted it, what gift do you want to return?"

Qin Yuanxi's words were slow and orderly: "Whenever I go out, I want you to follow me and listen to me. Don't let anyone find out that you can do magic, and don't let anyone know your life experience."

She was stunned for a long time and spoke almost instinctively: "But why do I keep following you? I want to take a shower and sleep..."

The words suddenly stopped, and she looked around in a daze. She was the only one in the room. Qin Yuanxi had long been placed in a guest room by Zhedan Immortal.

...This is what he mentioned earlier that the so-called "shoulder be inseparable for twelve hours"?

Qin Yuanxi, a liar.

Linghu Zhenzhen shook her head and continued to flip the painting. The night wind slowly poured into the wooden window and blew away the painting she had finished reading. She had just bent down to pick it up, but her vital points of Dazhui on the back of the neck were suddenly pinned by five fingers. The man was as cautious as if he was facing a great enemy, but his voice was very gentle: "Sister sister likes to go out to play, we can have fun after a while. Jiuzhou each has its own charm, you will be happy."

She gasped and suddenly got up, but there was no one behind her.

Only Qin Yuanxi's gentle voice was floating like the night: "Wait until the younger sister wants to see, say, and touch the younger brother. Don't now."

Why not now?

Linghu Zhenzhen turned around and pushed the door and walked away. The complex flower trees emitted a silver-white light under the moonlight, and her cold soul was still whispering: "Just bite me? The younger sister did not release the flying blade, which shows that she still remembers her junior brother in her heart."

She stopped, stretched her neck and sniffed the smell. She felt that Qin Yuanxi had the strongest smell on the left, and immediately turned over. Sure enough, after a while, she saw an elegant courtyard in the guest room.

Linghu Zhenzhen opened the door without hesitation. She didn't care about it and followed the smell and headed straight to the bed.

Qin Xi was sleeping in a dark and dark way. She was not dragged out of the artemisia for a long time, but was having a mess of dreams of the past.

Suddenly, a pair of slightly cool hands swaying with their faces. He opened his eyes in pain, facing Linghu Zhenzhen's gaze, her voice was filled with the coolness of the night wind: "Qin Yuanxi, did you go to my place just now?"

There is really nothing about this. It was her mother's former residence. He was not so beastly.

Qin Xi sighed in a sleepy mood, and said in a dream: "Young brother doesn't have it, you're very sleepy..."

But the junior sister didn't let him sleep, and said softly in her ear: "But I really heard you talk, and I even pinched the Dazhui on the back of my neck."

Qin Xi opened his eyes: "What did I say?"

"I will definitely be happy if I say that Kyushu has its own charm."

That was the dream he had just had. It seemed that even if Ju Ling and Yutian were not pulled by the cold air in the artemisia, he would still be separated from his soul.

Qin Xi was silent for a while. Seeing Linghu Zhenzhen staring at her, he patted the mattress and seemed to trick her: "The younger sister cried for half a day today, but she still didn't sleep yet. The younger brother's bed is very spacious, so why not come up and sleep together."

The first time she replied, "Okay."

After saying that, he immediately took off his shoes, rolled directly from him, pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face: "Go to sleep."

There is a problem.

Qin Xi closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. After a while, she breathed deep breath. She only heard her rustling cushion and tiptoed into his arms. The faint breath suddenly approached and her forehead pressed against his forehead.

The thoughts as delicate as needles penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness, wandered around for a while, then swam deep into the depths, searching for his soul.

What dangerous behavior do you want to do? I like to be stabbed by the cold air in the artemisia so much?

Qin Xi's thoughts arose like bubbles, blocking her. Because she felt that some emotions were brought out from her thoughts, she seemed to be at a loss, so he drove the thoughts to wrap her directly.

Since he is not a girl, he has no taboos.

In an instant, each other had emotions and memories flowing in, and Linghu Zhenzhen gasped.

There seemed to be a small Qin Yuanxi suddenly. His complex and subtle emotions, paranoid and unwilling to let go, had the extremely calm idea of ​​turning her into a forbidden body. She saw that beautiful little valley, and watched him dividing his soul into two during the day, as well as those regrets that penetrated deep into his bones and the care of restraint after meeting.

"you……"

She only said one word, and Qin Xi pinched the back of her neck and rubbed itchy.

"My junior brother is not a liar." He explained seriously, "It's not a troublemaker, nor will it turn into a python to tangle the junior sister."

"You pretend to be asleep." Linghu Zhenzhen said anxiously, "You were so bad before..."

Qin Xi held her head and shook it twice, gritting her teeth: "The younger sister came to the guest room without sleeping in the middle of the night to imply the younger brother, and ignored her innocence and reputation. Who is the bad guy?"

She shook her head repeatedly: "I don't have it! You must have something to do! Let me see..."

He turned his head away from her head, pressed his wrist to suppress her, opened his mouth and grabbed the thin ribbon on her neck, and inexplicably murderous intent: "The younger sister insisted on committing violence, but the younger brother could only resist to the death. I think it's good to be a python."

Since he was not allowed to sleep, he would tangle her.

I heard Linghu Zhenzhen's voice soft but calm in my ears: "You don't want it so much, I know what happened to you? I'm not stupid."

Qin Xi pulled the ribbon away carefully, then let go and asked in a low voice: "What do you want if you know?"

Like him, go to the Weeds to find people? Then, if one life is exchanged for another life, it will never end?

"You asked me that day, what should you do if you leave." She looked into his eyes, "I won't let you leave."

How did she want him not to leave? Qin Xi bit the ribbon again, and this time he pulled them aside.

"So I have to see it."

Linghu Zhenzhen lowered her head and hit her head. A large number of thoughts penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness. His bubble-like thoughts were once again wrapped up, as if they were fighting and as if they were entangled.

Finally, she was free to escape from a thought, which was as fast as lightning. Before she could see his soul, she felt the biting chill in the artemisia sweeping over, and thoughts were entangled.

Linghu Zhenzhen shivered in cold, and did not avoid it. She let the chill linger. The thought gradually became heavy. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to withdraw it, tilted her head and threw it out from her eyebrows.

The thoughts turned into arcs like black lines, falling on the floor tiles, condensed into a piece of black ice, which soon turned into black mist and dissipated.

"I get it." Her lips were so cold that she was white and her voice was trembling. "I can make the cold..."
Chapter completed!