"Do you think I will believe what you said?"

"Is it true or false? Is it bad if you go back and ask Feng Yan?" Cen Lingju's voice echoed in the valley, "Your Feng family women are more capable of acting than the other, and your sister takes you up the mountain to play? I think she wants to take the opportunity to push you down the mountain to avenge you back then!"

"Stop!" Xiaoqi shouted sternly, "I won't do such a thing, and my sister won't!"

"Then you go confront your sister-!" Cen Lingju's face pressed against the fence, "Do you dare? Do you have the courage?"

Xiaoqi took a step back slightly.

She heard her heartbeat and breathing suddenly become rapid, and there seemed to be a harsh string sound in her mind.

At this moment when she was intimidated by the sudden past, she could not even notice the storm that had stirred up in her heart, but she felt that her limbs were a little stiff and her movements were a little helpless.

Want to refute.

But every word that floats through my mind makes everything pale.

Seeing Xiaoqi wanting to speak but stopping, Cen Lingju felt the pleasure of being timid for a long time.

She laughed and looked at Feng Wan running away in her laughter.

...

In the second half of the night, it started to rain lightly.

Xiaoqi was lying alone in the room without lighting. The window was not closed. The rain and fog invaded the window along the wind, which made her feel bone-breathing.

She held the quilt and closed her eyes tightly.

Sanqiansui jumped onto the window and looked out - mainly looking at Wei Xingzhen.

Wei Xingzhen's aura that came back tonight was a bit strange, although it couldn't tell what was the weird one.

It turned around and looked at Feng Xiaoqi, who suddenly became depressed after returning to the house at night, and breathed a little annoyed.

Sanqiansui sat on the windowsill, raised his back foot and scratched his neck.

I don’t know if it was the dullness caused by the night rain or something else, but it felt a strong uneasy from the beginning of night, and an indescribable sense of oppression came from the depths of the mountains and forests.

This feeling made it inexplicably uncomfortable and made it want to escape from here from far away - in fact, looking down from the window of Tianji Palace, countless birds and beasts had already escaped from here tonight.

Most of them have a little bit of shallow cultivation in the mountains and fields, so they are aware of the threat in advance, just like themselves.

This sense of oppression is subtle similar to the feeling of being caught by Feng Yan when he was in a mountain temple not long ago, but this time it is even stronger.

It was not until now that I finally realized a possibility after three thousand years.

——The source of this sense of oppression...is it Feng Yan?

As soon as this thought emerged, it immediately exploded in my mind like a thunder.

It’s Feng Yan!

Oh my God, is this Feng Yan’s breath after she is serious…

San Qiansui was so panicked that every instinct in his body was warning it to run, but the remaining reason reminded it that if he ran away this time and was caught back, then what was waiting for it would probably be less than a verbal warning.

The little fox was like a puppy who felt the storm coming, jumping up and down the house, unable to calm down at all.

From time to time, it looks deep in the mountains and forests, and the source of this sense of oppression.

——If this woman named Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen fight, who would win?

Thinking of this, Sanqiansui endured the fear and hugged his head.

How could there be such a terrible human being in the world!

"Three thousand years old." Xiao Qi, who was lying on the couch, finally looked at the little fox, "...can't you sleep, either."

San Qiansui panted his tongue, and it felt as if it was in a danger of death, and there was no other intention to chat with the little girl who couldn't sleep anymore--

But Xiaoqi picked up San Qiansui.

The fur of the little fox was smooth and smooth, like a natural hand warmer bag. Xiaoqi took it back to the bed.

Only then did Sanqianju suddenly realize that Feng Xiaoqi was also trembling.

It turned around strangely, patted its paws on Xiaoqi's face, and leaned forward to sniff it - why are you shaking? Are you also a monster and afraid of Feng Yan?

Xiaoqi held the three thousand-year-old claws and turned them back.

San Qiansheng curled up his feet and did not dare to move.

Although Feng Xiaoqi seems to be just an ordinary girl, this family is too hidden. Who knows if he is disobedient, will this girl do anything bad for the world?

In the darkness, Xiaoqi didn't speak for a long time, and her breathing was filled with some restrained sobs.

She recalled the scene when she first came here, recalled the scene of her first acquaintance with Feng Yan, and the Wei family had shown some kind of guard against her and discomfort over the past period of time.

Everything... seems to make sense.

Xiaoqi covered his eyes with some sadness.

But sister...

Why has Sister, never mentioned this?

...

On the viewing platform at the highest point of the prayer altar, Feng Yan's feet were hanging in the air, sitting sideways on a jade slab carved with flowing cloud patterns.

At her feet was a bottomless abyss, and in front was the jungle in the hinterland of the spirit-sacrificing man.

The rain had already soaked her clothes, but she hummed a song softly.

"I am willing to walk alone when I am walking alone."

"The road is open and the way is honest, and the person is Zhenji."

Her eyes fell again between the jungle not far away with a gentle meaning, as if she didn't mind the dampness and coldness of this rainy night.

For Feng Yan, such a night is always hard to come by.

Although the young banshee and the golden floating sand she had seen in her aunt's vision have not appeared yet, she could already feel the difference here and elsewhere.

When she confronted Puppet last time, she discovered a fact:

Whenever these powerful monsters appear by their side, their strong sense of existence can almost cleanse the aura of all other creatures in the mountains and fields.

——Also including the breath of "human".

So there is a clear light between heaven and earth.

Before meeting Wei Xingzhen, nothing could be more precious than such moments. Every time at this moment, Feng Yan would have a wonderful illusion, as if the world was vast and there was no place that could not be visited.

She can also reach any place where the wind can blow.

Even though this illusion would dissipate with the death of the monster, she did feel a short and indescribable time between the strong demonic aura and murderous intent...

……free.

The rain gradually stopped at dawn.

On the second day, the Daizong Mountain was covered with clouds. Feng Yan followed the posture Wei Xingzhen had done before and jumped into the mountains and forests, startling clusters of birds.

When dusk, she was suspended in the air and overlooked the sunset in the sea of ​​clouds. If the monster summoned by the soul-sacrificing people could be stronger, she might be able to fly higher.

Feng Yan, immersed in the demonic aura, felt neither hungry nor tired.
Chapter completed!