Xifeng, who had been washed clean from the bathroom, had just entered the room. When he saw Qingyuan, who was also washed white, he was sitting at the table. He immediately raised his hand and said, "Don't let the wind blow at me."
The last time she shaved, her hair was all upturned, forcing her to tie all her hair back, and her face was tense.
"Oh." Qing Yuan pushed her a cup of tea, "Drink."
After taking a bath, someone made a pot of hot tea and handed it to him. Xifeng felt that this feeling was wonderful. She took a sip, it was bitter and bitter, and it was still cold...
She put it down silently, and Qing Yuan asked, "Delicious?"
"It's hard to drink."
Qing Yuan nodded vigorously: "That's right, tea in the world is quite unpleasant to drink."
"..." This is not the point at all! It's because you brewed the tea for too long, okay? Xifeng has calmed down, as expected... just get used to it, she has fallen.
"hand."
The hand that had already removed the wrapping cloth revealed the wound again. Qing Yuan was going to pull her clothes, and seeing her staring at her, she turned to reach out to Xiaohuo, and at a glance, oh, Xiaohuo was not wearing clothes.
Xifeng snorted and took out a roll of gauze and medicine from his arms: "We will tear our clothes, why not tear your own."
"It's so good, it can't be torn. It's not like the clothes in the mortal world.
"..." Xifeng tilted her head to look out of the dark window, why did she say such things to the gods from Jiuxiao.
"Okay." Qing Yuan put away the gauze tail, and said, "The wound is much better than before, remember, don't go to the dirty place, or the wound will get worse."
"Um."
"hair."
Qing Yuan was about to touch it, but he was immediately stopped by the west wind. She was afraid and said, "What are you going to do?"
"Dry, your hand hurts." Qing Yuan took off the dry towel spread on her shoulder and twisted her hair like her. Xifeng was so frightened that he was afraid that he would suddenly do something terrible again.
But there is something to follow. Qing Yuan, who already knows how to control his strength, didn't mess around, and wiped it dry one by one.
Xifeng's high-hanging heart gradually let go, he raised his eyes slightly to look at him, his handsome white face was quiet and his eyes were very peaceful, like a warm spring day, a little intoxicating.
Oops, pleasing to the eye.
As long as he doesn't speak, he is a handsome man!
"Your hair..." Qing Yuan frowned, "Dry, not black, and..."
"Shut up." Xifeng covered his mouth with one hand, and she knew that he was not a standard handsome man.
Qing Yuan removed her hand: "I'll pick a fruit for you, so I won't do it."
"Oh."
"It's Peach."
"... Please bring me a basket!"
"No, with the mortal physique, if you eat too much, you will vomit blood."
"Take it and sell it."
Qing Yuan paused and suddenly realized.
Seeing that Xiaohuo has been touching his ears, Xifeng is still unusually quiet today, so he curiously asked, "Xiaohuo, why are you not talking today?"
"Huh?" Xiaohuo flicked his ears and shouted at her open and closed lips, "What are you talking about?"
"… "
Qing Yuan explained: "The little black demon was crying in its ear, deafening Xiao Huo's ears."
Xifeng picked up its ears and leaned close to it and said loudly: "You are a big monster who is always bullied by a black air, thank you for your embarrassment."
"Huh? What are you talking about???"
"..." Xifeng punched it on the head and said angrily, "No, what, what!"
These two just made her mad.
Qing Yuan said: "When Xiao Hei left, he said that he didn't eat the bowl demon."
Xifeng's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and he didn't eat, which meant that it was still possible to be found by the people in the Spirit Hall. Xifeng frowned: "If you're still in the demon world, you'll have to wait a few days before that snacker is willing to come out."
But she definitely can't go to the demon world, and she doesn't want to go.
Qing Yuan's younger brother was there, and he didn't go; Li Qianzhan was there, and she didn't go either.
Waiting for the rabbit
Xifeng didn't think much about it, staying in the town for a few more days would cost a lot of money for food and drink. She tapped the abacus in her heart and said, "We'll leave early tomorrow morning."
"Ah—" Qing Yuan suddenly thought of something, "We, forget one person."
Xifeng asked in confusion, "Who?"
"my good friend."
"Your friend is..." Xifeng slapped the table and woke up like a dream, "Ah! Fengqing Shenjun! Lord Baili!"
Baili Qingfeng, who entered the demon world together, but ran after the little goblin as soon as he entered...
When he left, he completely forgot about him.
Xifeng said calmly, "I'm not a child anymore, I'll come out by myself."
Xiaohuo is still playing his ears, can't hear, can't hear, what are they talking about.
"Dong dong dong."
Three knocks on the door came as scheduled at a specific hour.
Xifeng was stunned, bowl demon
But how did it leave the demon world, like this kind of food-loving bowl, doesn't it have to stay until the end of the demon king's birthday
She took the flute and went outside, looked out at the railing, and the person who was knocking in front of a shop was really a bowl demon.
She rolled over and jumped down, heading straight for the bowl. Wan Yao noticed that someone was coming, looked back, and immediately ran away.
Seeing Wan Yao escaping from Xifeng, his calf was sore. The last time he chased him, he was out of breath. This time, he was afraid that he would catch up with him for half a night. She touched her body and didn't bring anything to eat. She stood calmly and asked, "I have something to eat, do you want it?"
A resounding response came from the sky - "Liar!"
"..." Does she look fierce? ? ? Why does Qing Yuan believe what Qing Yuan said
Mother!
The west wind chased in the direction it fled, and tonight, no matter what, he will catch up, and then beat it up.
Wan Yao still escaped very quickly, but Xifeng had the last tracking experience and knew where it was escaping, so he ran directly in that direction.
If the bowl demon who can't change is discovered by the people of the spirit hall, it is really easy to be caught.
After escaping to the last grove, the bowl demon continued to move forward, and the west wind also accelerated, but it was finally not thrown off by it.
After chasing for two more moments, suddenly the bowl of demon lost all its demonic energy and disappeared in front of him.
Xifeng was puzzled, and when she stopped, she realized that there was no empty mountain in front of her.
In the middle of the mountain, there is an abandoned temple.
The cool mountain wind blew through the dilapidated temple in the middle of the night, breaking the door and swaying, making an old and slow sound.
"Bang... bang..."
Bang bang, creaking noise, the whole abandoned temple, like a living creature, talking to the person standing in front of the door.
Xifeng took a slight sniff and said, "The little immortals who are being offered to the temple are still there, so there shouldn't be any monsters who dare to enter here. Where did that bowl of monsters go?"
She frowned, not sure if she wanted to go in and disturb the immortals.
Qing Yuan glanced at it and said, "It's inside."
Xifeng said unexpectedly, "Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
Qing Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "It probably thinks that being beaten by them is better than being beaten by you."
"...Is this your truth?"
Qing Yuan straightened his waist and waved his hands stiffly: "No."
Xifeng snorted, this deep mountain road is inconvenient, and the construction is not large. It is very likely that it is not very effective, so there are very few people who come to worship. Over time, there are no pilgrims, no people, and gradually decadent a ruined temple.
The dilapidated door was still hanging on the edge of the door, unable to accommodate one person in. With a push from the west wind, the door slammed down, and heavy dust was slapped on the ground, and all that was seen were cobwebs.
Xifeng was choked and coughed. She clapped her hands in the dust, thinking that the dust would disperse, but who would have thought that the dust would get thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a puff of smoke, completely blocking her vision.
"Qingyuan? Qingyuan?"
Xifeng shouted, but he didn't answer, suddenly a hand came and grabbed her wrist. She narrowed her eyes and tried to look through the dust, her hands were white and slender, and she could vaguely see that the cuffs were cyan. She calmed down: "Qingyuan."
But she still couldn't see anyone, her eyelashes gradually piled up with thick dust, stabbed so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.
Standing in the nearby Qingyuan, I saw a hand holding the west wind, slowly walking towards the depths of the temple. He tilted his head and looked at it, not knowing who that hand was, Xifeng just followed it obediently.
unhappy.
He stepped forward and followed Xifeng when suddenly a huge bowl stood in front of him: "Don't give away some rice."
"I do not have."
"Where's the beef jerky? No... or not... I can't bite..." Wan Yao said, "Thank you for saving me last time, otherwise I would have been chopped into pieces by the people in the Spirit Hall."
"Well." Qing Yuan said, "Don't bully Xifeng."
"She's the bad guy."
"She's not a bad person."
"She is." Wan Yao stubbornly said, "Bad people with dirty blood."
Qing Yuan looked at it, frowned and said, "I will never give you beef jerky again." He pushed it away, plunged into the billowing dust, and went to find Xifeng.
The bowl demon had to follow, and behind him appeared seven or eight figures with different appearances.
"Don't go, that's the Dragon God, you can't afford it."
"It's good to scare away that monster catcher."
"Then scare her."
After a few people finished speaking, the west wind that was dragged by that hand in the dust was almost breathless, ahh, it was so dirty, she just finished taking a shower and didn't want to take it again.
The dust suddenly flew in and hit her again. Xifeng only felt a handful of dust in his eyebrows, and wanted to cry without tears.
The hand that held her was also stained with dust.
But he still led her forward calmly, not knowing where to take her.
Xifeng looked at it, eyebrows suddenly raised, holding a flute in one hand, slashing that slender white hand.
With a slash of sword energy, his hand instantly turned into dust and scattered into millions of dust particles.
Xifeng sneered: "It really is fake."
How could that clean-loving dragon tolerate his hands full of dust, let alone be so calm, so it must be a fake.
"Hahahaha… "
In the dust and fog in the sky, there was a strange laughter.
No one can be seen, and there is no demonic aura.
"Hahahaha… "
The constant laughter echoed in the fog.
Xifeng akimbo, picked a random direction and said loudly, "Hee! Hee!"
"… "
Xifeng hums, laughs again, and she sings, to see if she laughs badly or if she sings more badly.
In the white dust, a cyan figure came slowly. The figure is very tall, and the figure is tall and well-proportioned, and the sight is strong. Xifeng calmly looked at the fake that came, and the long sword in his hand was ready. He also came to pit her to see how she slaughtered the monster pretending to be Qinglong.
Qing Yuan has been covered with spiritual energy, and the dust cannot be approached. Walking all the way, seeing that Xifeng had not followed that hand, he couldn't help but feel happy, and quickened his pace and walked towards her. As soon as he approached, he pulled her into the spiritual power hood, and when he hugged her hard, he saw the dust flying up and threw him all over his face.
His body stiffened, he stood up straight, "huh-" took her out of the spiritual hood, and lowered his head to pat the dust on his body hard.
Xifeng, who was blown away by the wind and dust in the sandstorm, twitched the corners of his mouth—this guy is definitely that guy from Qinglong!
Almost choked to death by the dust, she patted the spiritual hood: "Let me in."
Qing Yuan categorically refused: "No!"
"... Can you feel a little pity for Xiangxiyu?"
Qing Yuan glanced at her and retorted: "You are not fragrant and dirty."
Xifeng frowned: "...then you go back! What are you still doing here!"
Qing Yuan, who was trying hard to pat the dust, looked up at her, and then at the raging dust behind her, his eyes widened, and he nodded immediately: "Well, I'll wait for you back at the inn."
"... Divide, hand, let's go!" A fart egg!
The west wind exploded, and he turned to leave. After walking for half a step, he suddenly turned around, slammed his head into the spiritual hood, and threw himself on Qing Yuan again.
In the spiritual power hood, dust suddenly flew up, and Qing Yuan was stunned, his whole body stiffened.
think... cry...