Jian Xiuyun stood in front of the vermilion sill window, quietly looking at the heavy snow outside the window.
It snowed all night yesterday, and it still hasn't stopped today. The ground is covered with silver and white, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, and it seems that it will never stop.
Two young women in Tsing Yi and buns hurriedly ran from the snow to the eaves, and while patting the snow on their bodies, they complained: "This snow is really heavy."
"No, my shoes are all wet."
One of the palace servants thought of something, and changed the topic, "Do you think this kind of world can fight?"
This remark was nonsensical, but the other palace man understood it, and could not conceal his respect in his tone, "The lord is powerful in mana, brave and good at fighting, how can he be influenced by the weather, and he will definitely be able to conquer that moment as soon as possible. "
"That's right, the Lord will be able to unify the cultivation world in just one moment. I think that day is just around the corner."
"That's right, by then, no one will dare to bully me, Fusang."
"Now it is."
"Yes, yes, look at my broken mouth."
"This is the Lord's bedroom, who will allow you to make noise here!" A male voice suddenly came, and the two brisk girls lowered their voices instantly, and then begged for mercy in a suppressed voice.
"Boss Rong, spare me, slaves deserve to die!"
"Slaves should die!"
"Twenty slaps each!" The person called Manager Rong said lightly.
Just as the palace man kneeling on the ground raised his hand, a cold voice sounded, "Forget it."
Director Rong looked over after hearing the prestige, saw a thin and pale face by the window, saluted respectfully, then waved to the two palace servants, and said: "Get lost!"
The two palace servants got up in a panic, and said in unison through the window, "Thank you Xianjun Jian" before leaving.
Jian Xiuyun raised his hand and closed the window, walked to the bed and sat down.
The charcoal fire in the house was burning vigorously, so he was not cold, but he still felt a little cold in his heart.
Kan Wenxiao still went to attack Xunjian.
Three months ago, the Scarlet Hibiscus Sect planned to trap them in the inner city and released the police. Many casualties were caused, and the vitality of the Eight Great Sects was seriously injured.
Then he was locked up by Kan Wenxiao.
Although he couldn't keep abreast of the outside situation, he could guess some based on the palace people's gossip and Kan Wenxiao's movements.
He knew that Kan Wenxiao had broken through Shanliu Dingfu, captured Sandao Mountain, and occupied Hengyue faction...
It is known that some of the disciples of each faction died in battle, some surrendered, and some fled to Xiaoyong.
Knowing that Xu Yi is now the only remaining one of the eight sects, the last hope of the comprehension world.
I also know that I will perish in an instant, just like the previous life.
And Kan Wenxiao will unify the cultivation world and become the new master.
What about Yu Shaozhi and the others
What about yourself
A soft sigh sounded in the huge room, and Jian Xiuyun slowly closed his eyes.
Night is past the ugly time.
Not long after Jian Xiuyun fell asleep, the quilt was suddenly lifted, and a fiery body was stuck behind him.
Jian Xiuyun suddenly opened his eyes.
He knew who was behind him, but he didn't move.
The person behind seemed to notice something, kissed his neck lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for waking you up."
"Why do you..." Jian Xiuyun's voice trembled slightly.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to know what he was going to ask, and replied directly: "The others are still behind, I really missed Master, so I rushed back."
Kan Wenxiao probably came in after warming up outside for a while. His body was so hot, but Jian Xiuyun only felt cold.
Kan Wenxiao came back, and it showed that it had been breached in a short while.
Although it was a known ending, Jian Xiuyun still felt suffocated.
For the whole two lifetimes, it was like home to him.
Kan Wenxiao stretched his right hand to his waist, hugged him tenderly, propped himself up with his left hand and looked down at him, begging: "Master, let me see if you are okay?"
Jian Xiuyun resisted a little. Ever since Kan Wen Xiao shut him here, he has completely lost his sense of proportion. At first Jian Xiuyun resisted, but then he let him go.
But let him take the initiative by himself, it still won't work.
Kan Wenxiao naturally understood, so although the tone was inquiring, without waiting for his consent, he stretched out his hand and turned his body gently.
Jian Xiuyun didn't move, lying on the jade pillow, looking at him quietly, although he tried his best to suppress it, but it was still unavoidable with a bit of coldness.
Kan Wenxiao didn't seem to realize it, and raised his hand to gather the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, then lay down beside him, and raised his hand to gently caress his face.
"Master, don't worry, I have issued an order. If they would rather die than surrender, I will spare their lives."
Jian Xiuyun hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a sneer.
Kan Wenxiao looked away, and continued: "Master likes to be in a moment. If so, we will move over after a while. There may be a lot of things to come. When all the dust settles, I should perform the coronation ceremony." gone."
Jian Xiuyun reminded coldly, "Your birthday has passed long ago."
Kan Wenxiao sighed softly, with a helpless voice, "Master hasn't figured out my words, so I don't count everything."
Jian Xiuyun was too lazy to chat with him, closed his eyes, and said perfunctorily, "Then you just wait."
"Okay, I'll wait, after the crown, then..."
Kan Wenxiao said something on his own again, but he didn't listen any more.
the second day.
Jian Xiuyun was half asleep and half awake, and heard a muffled voice of conversation.
One is Kan Wenxiao's voice, and the other is hoarse and unpleasant.
Jian Xiuyun instantly woke up.
He opened his eyes and found that Kan Wenxiao was not on the bed, so he gently lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the door of the inner room.
The door of the inner room was not completely closed, leaving a gap.
Jian Xiuyun moved to the crack of the door, and sure enough, he saw the man in black with the bow in Guyu Villa.
Because of the matter of Guyu Mountain Villa, he didn't have a good impression of this person. Thinking that he might have to discuss something shameful with Kan Wenxiao again, Jian Xiuyun put his ear on the door and began to eavesdrop.
They were not close, so they couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't know if they had finished speaking. He only heard Kan Wenxiao say something, "stay" and then fell silent.
Then, there was the sound of pushing the door open.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly turned around and sat back on the bed, pretending to be just waking up.
Kan Wenxiao pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that he was awake, his complexion softened instantly.
"Master, you're awake." Kan Wenxiao said without calling anyone, and personally took his clothes to help him put them on.
Jian Xiuyun quickly refused.
Kan Wenxiao didn't say anything, handed him the clothes, and then ordered someone to pass the meal.
After he finished washing and sat at the table, Kan Wenxiao immediately took the chopsticks and put a piece of pine nut lily cake in front of him.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the ivory chopsticks stuffed into his hand and the delicate pastry in front of him.
Suddenly, he felt as if he was bound by a rope in front of Kan Wenxiao.
His breathing became a little quickened.
How long
From that night in Guyu Mountain Villa, he was brought here by Kan Wenxiao, who locked his spiritual power and locked him up like a bird.
Treat him meticulously, care about everything, no sense of proportion, no consideration.
Although Kan Wen Xiao didn't make it clear.
But Jian Xiuyun could see that although he still kept calling Master, in his heart, he was no longer.
What the hell is he now
Forbidden? captive? Caged sparrow
Kan Wenxiao saw what was wrong with him, put a cup of hot tea in front of him, and asked doubtfully, "Master?"
"Enough!" Jian Xiuyun looked up at him, and said word by word: "Don't call me Shizun again."