Chapter 450 Night Charm
Yunrong, who was cultivating in the ice coffin, did not sleep day and night.
The wood spiritual root that was cultivated into an immortal was so powerful. In just a few months, that power reawakened her.
It’s just that she can’t leave the ice coffin. She can hear the worldly sounds of the outside world, but she can’t convey her own voice to the outside world.
He was very happy about the night she woke up. In the desolate and uninhabited ancient city, he found a rusty wind chime and hung it with vines in front of the ice coffin, jingling bells. , the sound is clear and clear, to avoid her loneliness.
Fang Geyu felt that this couple always had their own unique way of getting along.
Even if they are reduced to this and fall into the dust, the two of them can live happily and return home clean.
She could often see him roosting in the forest late at night, with a bonfire and an empty mountain.
When he had nothing to do, he would sit and lie peacefully in front of the ice coffin, telling her about daily fireworks, green pines and white snow.
He was not good at chatting, and most of the things he said were boring. Hearing Fang Geyu's name made him feel sleepy.
But Yun Rong could always sit patiently and quietly in the ice coffin with his hands clasped on his knees, his chin resting on his knees, and his black hair falling on his shoulders. The snow-washing sword that never left his body was quietly placed at his feet, cutting water. There was a soft smile in his eyes.
She will cherish it and listen carefully to what he says word for word.
The hemp in the bush will not help you to straighten yourself.
It’s really a peaceful and beautiful picture.
Seeing this, Fang Geyu suddenly felt that this man and woman, who were trapped in a desperate disaster, were more like a real couple than they used to be.
A'luo once said that Yun Rong was an unintentional person, but Fang Geyu felt that it was a prejudice against her.
Everything is pure and bright at the beginning, and you can know what kind of grass this sprout will become.
In Yun Rong's eyes, she clearly saw the love and tenderness that happened at the right time every year.
In the final analysis, the sword madman who is worshiped by the world is just a mortal woman.
The snow is falling heavier and heavier. He is still wearing the thin sword robe he wore when he left his hometown Tianxi. He no longer has spiritual roots to protect him. This mortal body knows the erosion of the cold years. It's bitter, and the wind and cold that haven't been touched for a long time actually know how to take advantage of it.
After chatting with her for a while, he felt that his body was hot and his bones were cold. He knew something was wrong, so he leaned against the old dead vine tree and prepared to fall asleep and rest.
Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, and then suddenly realized that there were some ways of being a wife that did not need to be taught.
She raised her knuckles and knocked on the ice with two crisp sounds.
He watched her take a breath of hot breath on the coffin, and wrote a line in backhand: "When the snow starts to get cold next year, I will sew winter clothes for you."
At that time, he bent over He raised his eyes and smiled, saying hello.
At this time, the clouds and mist were beginning to separate, and an ominous gray and cold moon slowly emerged from the clouds.
The bonfire dimmed without wind, and a demonic wind arose in all directions.
The cold moonlight shone clearly between the mountains and forests. The ancient brown jungle land suddenly seemed to be moistened by some kind of poisonous juice, and densely packed soft thorns began to grow. A flower bloomed on the ground covered by thorns. A strange and pale dangerous rose, like a poisonous and fatal beauty temptation.
He opened his eyes suddenly and held up the broken sword. A trace of solemn vigilance flashed in his eyes. He instinctively guarded the ice coffin and looked around.
Along the way, he encountered countless monsters, big and small, and avoided them whenever he could. If he couldn't avoid them, he had no choice but to fight.
Although his spiritual roots were destroyed, the Taoist skills he had learned over the past thousands of years were not completely useless, and he had never hoped for a way to draw Qi into his body.
It’s just that at this moment, his body is like a leaky sieve. The spiritual power introduced into the body cannot last forever. No matter what kind of battle it is, he must treat it calmly and resolve it quickly. But this time, the demon he encountered was, in a sense, more difficult to deal with than the big demons that caused trouble.
There was mist in the forest, and there was a melancholy moonlight. A huge figure walked slowly through the flowers from far to near.
It was an adult eye-catching black tiger. On the tiger's back sat a beautiful woman with long hair shawl. The dew and fireflies in the forest surrounded her exquisite and graceful body, as if exuding the charm of the night. of chill.
She held a lantern with blue and white eaves in her hand, and the jade hanging from the lantern made a crisp sound in the cold mist.
This woman has a pair of enchanting and charming faces, like a mysterious fairy in the dark night forest, wearing a long dress with flowing silver and sapphire.
Her ears are slightly pointed than ordinary people, her skin is fair, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks gently blow in the wind, adding a bit of seductive charm.
Obviously, she is a female succubus.
She looked at him from afar, her eyes half-smiling but with a fiery meaning that could not be concealed: "Look who I have met? Isn't this the Immortal Fu Ye who is like a banished immortal from the sky? ?”
His eyes were heavy and he held the sword motionless.
Fuye Immortal Lord was the immortal title bestowed upon him by the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan after he attained enlightenment and ascended. However, in the human world, monks from hundreds of immortal sects are more accustomed to calling him Sword Master.
Tonight the fairy world has been destroyed, this title is all mockery.
The bonfire was out, and by the moonlight, the succubus carefully looked at the man under the tree. In this chaotic night where demons were rampant, his back seemed to always be straight.
Han Jin’s tall and graceful figure, like a pine tree, seems to contain a tough and tough power.
Her eyes lit up. She was just interested in fame, but she never thought that the immortal sword master on the high mountain was actually so good-looking.
Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel a bright and beautiful aura infecting her.
In this era when all the immortals are annihilated, she has seen many immortals who shed their Tsinghua arrogance in order to save their lives, and the appearance of flattering and cartilage is particularly appetizing.
As for the man in front of her, even though his sword robe was shabby, he was washed very clean and fresh. He was clearly in the world, but he gave her a feeling that even though he was down and out, he should still be aloof, simple and dignified in his bones. Invading idol.
The succubus's chuckle filled the night, and her figure suddenly disappeared.
In the distant distance, a misty and illusory shadow was projected on the ground, with bright red gem-like blood drops sprinkling among the white petals on the ground.
After absorbing her blood, the already enchanting petals became moist and red, making them even more enchanting.
A delicate and soft hand passed through his hair and touched his cheek ambiguously. The fingertips wiped a bloody red mark on his pale face.
That is the blood of the succubus, which is naturally fragrant and can bewitch the deepest desires in people's hearts.
Her other hand wrapped softly around his waist, hugged him tightly from behind, whispered in his ear: "I didn't know, Fu Ye Xianjun Being born so beautiful has really cost me all these years.”
His face was slightly cold, and the remaining sword in his hand brought out thousands of sword intentions and shot towards behind him.
The succubus raised her eyebrows slightly, her body turned into a peach-colored mist, and her breath disappeared into the sword intention.
The next moment, she floated three steps in front of him, and in Su's hands that were still bleeding, there was a large black sword robe.
He was shocked, and then he realized that at some point, his robe had been taken off by the female demon.
(End of this chapter)