Sleep on the same couch!
Cui Pan's long and narrow phoenix eyes slowly narrowed, and Junxiu's face was three-pointers cold and grinning, and the bloody cold light under her eyes suddenly rose. Suddenly there was no wind in the whole quiet and fluctuating room, and his long, dark hair, which was like satin curled up, slowly fluttered.
Qi Qianshui opened his eyes abruptly and swept toward the place where he was aware of the danger.
When he saw the visitor clearly, his pupils tightened, and he cried out: "Judge Cui?! You—" He suddenly stopped, and looked back at the woman who was still asleep, and he was relieved to see that she was still asleep.
Cui Pan sneered when he saw this, and his eyes swept across Yan Xi's body. When he saw that the clothes were intact and there was nothing unusual, his heart was finally settled. Then, seeing Qi Qianshui cautiously for fear of awakening Wuxi, he became angry. He calmly constricted his eyes and sneered, "When will the disciples of the Void Realm be emotional and fall asleep with the girl? In the future, if I meet the God of Liqin, I’d like to ask whether this, your Excellency, is against the rules of the teacher’s door!"
Qi Qianshui's eyes flashed, "Xiao Xian just saw that she was surrounded by immortality, and I don't know why she came to the mortal world. After receiving the master's admonition, he went down the mountain and thought about escorting one or two."
"Ah-"
Cui Pan wore a red robe like blood, he slammed his sleeves, a strong wind slashed, his hands clenched into claws, and his movements were as fast as lightning. The windows and wooden windows opened silently.
He sneered, his figure almost left behind.
Qi Weak Shui only felt that the cold hunting wind in his ears hit him like a knife. It was obviously dormant, but his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cellar. The cold air could not stop drilling from the soles of the feet to the sky spirit cover, and the bones. There was a thorny chill.
He knew that it had nothing to do with the weather. Only because Cui Pan, the son of the ghost king who clamped him, had a high cultivation base, which was far from what he could do now.
In addition, the Yin Lisi who is in charge of him is an errand in the underworld, and the whole body is filled with Yin Qi. He barely cast a spell to protect his body, but after a while, he was swept across his body by cold air again.
Finally, when he felt that he was about to be frozen into ice, Cui Pan threw him out.
He grunted, stood up barely staggering, and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Yin Qi enters the body, not everyone can bear it.
In particular, this person is still able to be promoted to Cui Pan, whose cultivation base has long since been promoted to the gods. How can his cultivation base of only 20 years be worth his finger? What if he is a rare genius in the Void Realm in a century? Still out of reach.
It was the first time that Qi Qianshui felt that this kind of gap was as big as the sky.
"Why are judges Cui and Cui..."
Seeing his frail appearance, Cui Pan smiled slowly. He walked closer, wiped a trace of blood from his lips with his slender and pale fingers, looked down at the blood, and said happily: "You just said that you just want to escort him. She one or two?"
Qi Qianshui didn't know why this person was still so angry, but now he suddenly got a three-point smile. He stepped back two steps, and intuitively told him that this person was very dangerous.
"Naturally, Master Xiaoxian has rules. All disciples in the Xumi area cultivate the Tao of Pure Sun, and naturally they should not contaminate women. Xiaoxian can guarantee that she has absolutely nothing to do with Miss Fengxi—" , He paused briefly, ignoring the discomfort in his heart, and continued: "I originally planned to escort the girl to the capital, and then return to the teacher's gate."