Langfeng City is bitterly cold all year round, and the snowy mornings are colder than usual. Going overnight, the yard is covered with snow, and the distant mountains are like smudged ink, the mist is hazy, and the sky and the earth are white.

Only Pei Qianyue's figure, and a small patch of blood oozing out beside him, are the only different colors in this world.

——The wound on Pei Qianyue's body was even bleeding out.

In fact, the original prisoner demon rune will not cause much damage to the demon clan, but it can be improved by Lingxiaomen and turned into demon elimination. The damage that directly affects the primordial spirit is not easy to heal, not to mention that Pei Qianyue is not bandaged at all.

If you don't go to heal your wounds, run Fengci here to kneel.

He even knelt on a horse all night.

Feng Ci was about to be pissed off by him.

"What are you doing, Lord City Lord?" Feng Ci said in an angry voice, "This disciple can't bear the gift of Lord City Lord, what does it look like to be seen?"

Pei Qianyue stopped coughing, and his voice was weak and hoarse: "I have emptied the entire outer disciple courtyard, and there are restrictions outside the courtyard, so no one else can come in."

Wind Ci: "..."

Feng Ci was speechless: "Are you really planning to kneel down here for a long time?"

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, but instead asked, "Master is still angry?"

Feng Ci sneered in his heart.

Originally, I was not angry, but who knows, as soon as I went out, I was angry again by a certain snake who didn't know whether to live or die.

Feng Ci leaned against the door and smiled: "If I'm still angry, are you going to kneel here until I calm down?"

Pei Qianyue lowered his head slightly and did not answer, but the answer was self-evident.

"You know now that you want to come to me to apologize, what did you do before?" Feng Ci didn't get angry when he saw him like this, "You planned so hard, when you used these tricks to calculate me, you didn't think about whether I would or not. get angry?"

"It's not all about calculating the master..." Pei Qianyue seemed to explain, but he swallowed the words and said in a low voice, "I know I was wrong."

Feng Ci: "Get up and get out."

Pei Qianyue stopped moving again.

Feng Ci only felt that Pei Qianyue was dazzling now, whether it was the snow on his body, his pale face, or the little blood around him that dyed the snow red, and the lingering smell of blood.

He stopped looking at him and sneered: "Kneel if you like."

Then, with a bang, the door was closed with force.

The force was so strong that it shook off a lot of snow on the roof ridge.

Pei Qianyue lowered his head, the corners of his lips curved in a fleeting arc, but it was quickly covered.

This kneeling, kneeling for three days and three nights.

Pei Qianyue knelt in front of the door for three days, and Feng Ci was determined to compete with him, so he also stayed in the house for three days.

At first, only knew how long Pei Qianyue could hold on, but who knew that the bastard was still motionless, dragging his wounds to the ground.

Feng Ci was even more disturbed.

Originally, it was a good thing for Pei Qianyue to drive away all the disciples from the outer sect. No one came to tell Feng to quit his work and practice. He was rarely quiet and could sleep as long as he slept. Feng Ci's perception is also keen, Fang's weak breath, suppressed cough, and the faint smell of blood in the air are terribly clear across a door.

It made Fengci not sleep well for three days.

When you have reached the state of wind words, you don't need to fall asleep to restore your physical strength, just like eating and drinking, it is no longer necessary. But Feng Ci has lived for too many years, and he thinks the days are too long and boring. If he loses the good thing to pass the time, he doesn't know what to do.

Therefore, he has always maintained the habit of falling asleep over the years, and he has to sleep for a long time every day.

For an elderly person who has been sleeping steadily for a long time, it is self-evident how terrible it is to have not slept well for three days.

As night fell, it was cold and windy outside, and the wind was mixed with fine snow, and it fell lightly to the branches.

Feng Ci opened his eyes many times today and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

It's snowing outside again.

Although Langfeng City is located in Kunlun, it does not snow frequently on weekdays.

I don't know if it is because Heavenly Dao punishes Pei Qianyue. In the past three days, Langfeng City has snowed several times. The heavy snow does not last for too long each time, and it comes quickly and quickly. The snow on Pei Qianyue's body melts and rises again, and there is no time to stop.

Feng Ci knew that Pei Qianyue did it on purpose.

The bastard was determined that he would not bear it, that he would eat this set, so he deliberately behaved like this in front of him.

Like the previous temptations, he was soft-hearted.

The more this is the case, the more determined Feng Ci's heart is.

Every time you use a trick to pinch him, how can it be so good.

He won't be fooled by him.

Feng Ci was like this in his heart, so he didn't sleep anymore, got up and crossed his legs and meditated into meditation.

The cultivator can completely isolate the outside interference, and it has the effect of meditating and concentrating. He wants to see who he and Pei Qianyue consumes.

However, Feng Ci's entry into meditation did not calm down like in the premonition.

Instead, he had another dream.

The "color" of the moon hangs high.

The long and long bells echoed in the mountains and forests, and halfway up the mountain, there was an ancient temple standing quietly in it. Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the quiet ancient temple from afar.

The wind blew up the hem of his plain clothes, and the robes flew, as if he were exiled under the cold moon.

He seemed patient, quietly counting the bells in the ancient temple, one after another.

"One hundred and five."

"one hundred and six."

"One hundred and seven..."

He counted slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was clear. But the sound of the bell, which used to be calming in the past, only made him feel sad at the moment.

An inexplicable sadness filled Feng Ci's heart, but he didn't understand where the sadness came from. He still didn't understand that the temple bell had already rung the most.

One hundred and eight bells rang and it was over.

In the lingering rhythm of the sound of the bell, Feng Ci got up and flew towards the ancient temple.

A little monk was sweeping the floor outside the temple, Feng Ci landed outside the temple gate, and walked slowly towards the ancient temple. The little monk was taken aback by the sudden arrival of him, and came back to his senses in a hurry.

He put down his broom and walked up to him.

The little monk gave him a Buddhist salute and asked politely, "Dare to ask the name of the immortal, why did you come to Hanshan Temple?"

"Is the abbot there?" Feng Ci asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The little monk said, "Do you want the little monk to report for you?"

"No need, I'll just go in by myself."

"Sorry." Feng Ci heard him say this.

With that, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck in the terrified eyes of the little monk.

The rolling spiritual power entered his body along the place where the skin touched.

...

Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hand subconsciously, and the palm of his hand seemed to still have the temperature of the square skin, which was terrifyingly real. Feng Ci was in a trance for a while before realizing where he was now.

He is still in the courtyard of the outer disciples of Langfeng City.

A low voice came from outside the door, pulling Feng Ci out of the terrifying and weird dream just now.

Pei Qianyue was still kneeling at the door of the room, but the voice was not from him.

"...The city lord, it has been three days. Except for the Luohuamen disciples who have been executed, the others are still locked in the dungeon. He doesn't know what the city lord plans to do with him, and he has been trembling for the past few days. Several older seniors have already I was stunned a few times."

"Langfeng City was attacked this time, and many halls in the sect were damaged. Elder Zhi hopes to give you money to repair it."

"The precept elders were executed by you before, but you have not yet arranged for a new agent to be selected. The precepts hall is now unsupervised, and there is a backlog of services."

"And the outer sect disciple who was kicked out by you, temporarily placed in another courtyard, the disciples don't know how to explain to him..."

The visitors were chattering, reporting one after another, and their voices sounded extremely tired.

It was Xiao Que.

In the past three days, he was probably the most difficult person to endure.

Langfeng City had just been attacked by the enemy, and it was the time when the most internal affairs were dispatched. But the city lord of his family is better. Except for a few rebels who were conspiring at the beginning, he didn't care about the others, and all the mess was thrown away and no one was left.

...Even what to do with the immortals who rebelled was not made clear.

For the past three days, Xiao sat alone in Linxiantai, sending batch after batch of people who came to find the city owner.

Head about to explode.

At this moment, the sky's "color" has already lit up, and the snow in the small courtyard is getting bigger and bigger, and Pei Qianyue's whole person seems to be covered in snow. A water-light mirror stood in the air, and Xiao's haggard face was reflected in it.

It's not much better than Pei Qianyue's face.

But before he finished reporting all his duties, what Pei Qianyue received in exchange was a low voice: "Go away."

Xiao Que: "..."

If it was the usual way, Xiao would definitely shut up and get out. But these few days Langfeng City is really headless, not to mention the chores within the faction, there are even many immortals outside for Pei Qianyue to appease and deal with.

Pei Qianyue didn't explain the handling of Xianmen Xu clearly, but Xiao didn't dare to let people go easily, so he had to block the news again and again.

Lingxiaomen does not even know that his elder Chengchao is dead.

But if you keep this secret, not to mention how long you can hide it, I'm afraid that some Xianmen sects outside won't be able to sit still and turn it over again.

Xiao thought again and again, and said cautiously: "City Lord, why don't you come back first, and the Holy Venerable will calm down before..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was slammed.

Feng Ci stood in front of the door with a sullen face, and said coldly, "Get in."

The water light mirror went dark, but Xiao cut off the connection at the head.

Pei Qianyue's fingertips hanging on his side moved, but he didn't know what to do, so he stopped abruptly.

Feng Ci hadn't gone out for the past few days, and only at this moment did he realize that Pei Qianyue's face was even uglier than the previous days.

Feng Ci looked upset and said annoyed: "If you don't want to come in, don't enter at all."

Pei Qianyue was covered in snow, and after a long time he nodded slowly: "Okay."

But don't know if it was because he was frozen, or the injury was involved in the action. When he got up, his body swayed and he almost fell.

The next second, he was caught by a warm and soft embrace.

Feng Ci felt as if he was hugging a piece of ice, so cold that his heart twitched unconsciously. Pei Qianyue's head rested on his shoulder, the snow on his body shook off, melted into water instantly, and disappeared into the neckline.

Feng Ci subconsciously hugged him tightly, and smelled the faint bloody smell of this person again in his breath.

"It's only been kneeling for a few days, how come you can't even walk?" Feng Ci said goodbye without looking at him, and laughed lightly, "You're still the leader of the Shixian League?"

Pei Qianyue's icy breath spit on Fengci's side neck, a little hoarse, but also with a smile: "I made the master laugh."

As a big demon, Pei Qianyue would not have much damage to his body if he knelt down in the snow for three days, even if he knelt for ten days and a half months. But the injury he suffered in the prison demon talisman has never healed, and even because of the delay for these days, his breath has become weaker and weaker.

"Let's say it first, I'm not soft-hearted." Feng Ci emphasized, "It's just that Langfeng City still has more for you to deal with. If I don't let you in, I'm afraid Senior Brother Xiao will come to kneel with you."

"I have set a ban on the outside, and he can't come in." Pei Qianyue's voice was soft, "The master is soft-hearted."

Wind Ci: "..."

Why does his tone sound a little smug?

Feng Ci was so angry that he almost threw the bastard out of his arms again.

But before he took any action, Pei Qianyue wrapped his arms around him and hugged him.

"cold."

The voice sounded close to the ear, low and soft, and hit it with a single blow.

Terrible.

Feng Ci's expression was numb, and he carried the person into the house resignedly.

It's just that his body is really short and thin, and Pei Qianyue is a head taller than him, and he can't bear to half hug and half hug. Fortunately, his room is not big, and the bed is just two steps into the room.

Feng Ci stumbled and hugged Pei Qianyue and retreated, hitting the edge of the bed, and the two fell into the bed.

Feng Ci was pressed into the soft bed by Pei Qianyue, and he pushed the person subconsciously, but the listener groaned, wondering if he had touched the wound.

Feng Ci quickly looked up: "Aren't you?"

But he got no answer.

A navy blue "color" spiritual light suddenly flashed in the house, and the light dissipated, leaving only a dark black snake in Feng Ci's arms.

Pei Qianyue changed back to his original form.

When the demon clan consumes a lot of spiritual power or is weak, they will choose to change back to their original form to store their physical strength and heal themselves.

I understand these rationales.

However, Pei Qianyue clearly knew that Feng Ci's original form was the least resistant.

Feng Ci held a black snake with a cold body, and watched Fang bit by bit as he coiled his body up, buried his head in his chest, rubbed gently, and stopped moving.

Wind Ci: "..."

Why did he do it on purpose, absolutely!