Rong Xian looked up, her eyes seemed to penetrate the curtain and looked out the window, her voice was hoarse and weak: "The fourth day."
Rong Xian gently lifted the curtain with her hand, this simple action made it extremely difficult for her to do.
A little light sprinkled on her body, as if a layer of silver light was plated on her body.
Rong Xian turned her head slightly, her eyes suddenly widened.
Her trembling hands lifted the strands of hair hanging down from her chest, and she was surprised to find that the end of her hair was already half a palm long, as frosty as snow.
She stretched out her hand and put all the strands of hair in front of her eyes. The ends of her hair that were supposed to be black and black seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, white and dazzling.
She loosened her hands and her hair fell.
"My hair is like frost and my heart is like snow, sitting alone in a quiet room until dawn." Rong Xian murmured.
Her eyes lit up, and she boasted with great pleasure: "Good poetry, really good poetry."
She blew her hair sideways, pondered for a moment and said, "If I go to the Great Xia Dynasty to take the imperial examination now, will I succeed in the examination?"
Cough, say a thousand words and ten thousand, Rong Xian is now enjoying the pain.
She didn't expect that in her previous life, her hair would not turn gray when she was over a thousand years old, and in this life, she will have frosted hair in her twenties.
Coping with this wave of pain is so exhausting, every moment is an endless torture.
The funny thing is that the power of the curse that brought her endless torment was something she had been letting go of.
However, she could clearly feel that the medicinal effect of Shengge in her body had disappeared.
Rong Xian moved her body, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
She wanted to stand up, but every inch of her body was accompanied by bone-eroding pain, and every movement had to slow down for a long time, until the sharp pain subsided before moving again.
After an unknown amount of time, Rong Xian finally got out of bed.
She seemed to get used to the pain of tearing her soul, and she was no longer as immobile as she had been at the beginning.
Opening the door, she took a deep breath, and the sticky and foul breath penetrated the tip of her nose.
Rong Xian frowned, folded her hands in her sleeves, and walked slowly in the direction of Ling Lan.
Those eyes that should have been pure are no longer pure clarity, nor are they abyss-like darkness.
How to describe it, it is like countless stars spinning, like mountains and rivers changing, deep and vast, boundless, and mysterious and unpredictable everywhere.
All the demons who met her on the road lowered their heads involuntarily, only to feel that the elegance of the adult's body was too compelling, so that they did not dare to look directly.
She walked all the way to that dirty and filthy place so slowly, her phoenix eyes looked indifferently at the lewd and chaotic scene in front of her, her emotions did not fluctuate at all.
Rong Xian casually glanced in front of her eyes, found a clean place, lifted her skirt and sat down directly with her knees crossed.
Every move seems free and uninhibited, like a celebrity hermit who has traveled through time, with a mysterious atmosphere different from this era and this environment in every gesture.
"Come on," she called.
Mo Xiu, who was standing beside him, immediately walked to Rong Xian's side and knelt down. He didn't dare to stand up straight and let the grown-up look up at him.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Mo Xiu asked respectfully.
Rong Xian pointed to Lily of the Valley, who was tossing around under different people, and asked calmly, "How can the people of Haotian Xianzong appear in Wuxin Cliff, how come I don't know Wuxinya and Haotian Xianzong have made peace with each other? ?"
Mo Xiu, Mo Xiu suddenly dripped with cold sweat, it was terrible, what should he say? Could it be that this immortal cultivator has abandoned immortals and cultivated demons, and they have also become their subordinates
No, whoever says this will die.
Seeing that Mo Xiu couldn't make a sound for a long time, Rong Xian gave him a sideways glance.
Mo Xiu didn't kneel firmly and fell down.
He was shocked, only that he seemed to see the stars in the sky just now, and then he was swallowed by the giant python who was the incarnation of the stars.
So terrifying, so powerful.
"Where's Qi Pan?" Rong Xian asked suddenly.
Mo Xiu didn't know who it was for a long time, and seemed to know his ignorance. Rong Xian's expression had a feeling of hating iron but not steel, and she added, "Elder Xianzong."
This demon cultivator knew that he rolled and knelt again, and quickly replied, "Qi Pan has been recovering from his injuries in the Fuji Pavilion."
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows: "No Extreme Pavilion?"
Her expression softened, and her voice was as weak as before, but it made everyone here kneel down.
Rong Xian said slowly, "I remember that it was the place where Venerable Master Xixin cultivated. How could Qi Pan He De dare to enter there?"
The magic cultivators knelt on the ground and shivered, the air was silent for a while, and even the magic cultivator who was having a good time with Ling Lan softened.
A vigilant hurriedly shouted: "Sir, your subordinates will immediately go and arrest Qi Pan."
Rong Xian: "..." She acquiesced.
The magic cultivators knew it, and a group of them hurriedly headed towards Fuji Pavilion.
After running far away, a soft voice with no strength sounded in his ears again: "Bring people out, it doesn't matter if you live or die."
The magic cultivators were agitated, and the speed was more than a little bit faster than before, and they always felt that the result of the last sentence of 'life and death' was prepared for them.
After the cultivators left, Rong Xian's eyes fell on Ling Lan who was naked.
Although Ling Lan's expression was still confused and her body was rubbing against the ground involuntarily, Rong Xian knew that her consciousness was clear.
That is the most torturous effect that comes with Sheng Ge, making you watch yourself shamelessly pestering one person after another, but you can't do anything about it.
"Linglan, this is Shengge." Rong Xian's voice was calm and unwavering, but it gave people a feeling of pain.
She sat cross-legged on the ground and did not move, as if her eyes were full of stars and out of focus, she asked in a very sincere tone: "You feel the effect of Shengge yourself, does it make you weak and make you want to Crazy, can't wait to cut yourself off?"
After saying this, Su Dao Xian pondered for a moment, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said to Su Dao, "But you can't do it."
Lily of the Valley: "… "
These five words were ruthlessly engraved in the depths of Lily of the Valley's soul like a spell.
Her crimson eyes, and the mad and sinister look in her eyes are creepy.
I can't do it, but as for you, Rong Xian, why are you doing nothing? Obviously, you are also in the sheng song, and you are also in the sheng song.
We all suffer from the pain of Shengge, why only I sink in madness and despair, and you sit there cleanly.
It's not fair, not fair at all.
This world, it has never treated me favorably.
Obviously I am better than you everywhere, but Shen Jiulu only likes you. Obviously I have worked hard to do it well, but I can't even match your fake news.
Now, obviously we are all in the Shengge, but you are unscathed, but I can only lie on the ground and sink into the muddy mud.
It's not fair.
Ling Lan was screaming in her heart, but when it reached her mouth, it turned into a sticky murmur.
Rong Xian: I worked hard to act, but my hair turned white. It's unfair (*/ω＼*)
(End of this chapter)