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Shen Rongyu came back in the afternoon, and he announced a news to Ji Qingzhuo, roughly because he was brought into the palace by Ji Qingzhuo at the beginning, and he performed well in the palace—Ji Qingzhuo didn’t know that he was warped every day. Ban, how did she behave well, so through the communication of the female officer, she was worried that Ji Qingzhuo was afraid of life, so she sent him to help her prepare for the lantern festival.

Ji Qingzhuo was still worried about what kind of assistant the female officer would assign her. If it was someone she didn't know, she didn't know how to communicate. If it was Shen Rongyu, that would be fine.

Originally, this time should be the time for Ji Qingzhuo and Shen Rongyu to practice the mirror formation. Now Shen Rongyu has mastered the mirror formation very well, but the mirror formation exhibited by Ji Qingzhuo is not enough to withstand pressure, so the two will meet in the afternoon. Practice, if Ji Qingzhuo is too lazy to practice mirror formation, Shen Rongyu will practice swordsmanship by himself.

It was the first time that Ji Qingzhuo got a reward from others, so she planned to wait until the practice was over before eating with Shen Rongyu.

She took the cake out first, opened the lid, and gave Shen Rongyu a look: "Xiaoyu, when you finish practicing the sword, I will give you half of it, which will be rewarded to me by the palace."

Seeing that she seemed a little greedy, Shen Rongyu said, "You eat first, I will practice a set of swordsmanship first."

Since the last time he met Hei Ying, the frequency of his sword practice has actually increased, because the demon with such high strength is eyeing him, and he must find a way to improve his strength.

Shen Rongyu knew that although he used a sword, the sword was... actually a burden to him. Most of the swordsmanship in the Xiuxian world was pure and pure, and there were very few swordsmanship with awe-inspiring awe, and his real attack method actually did not rely on it. Buried Snow Sword.

But he still uses the sword, this Snow Burying Sword, which has been with him for many years.

Shen Rongyu practiced his sword, Ji Qingzhuo held the pastry box beside him, and slowly stuffed a peach-flavored pastry into his mouth.

His figure is neat, and the snow and sand on the ground are raised by the sword edge, reflecting the crystal light. Under the reflection of the sun, it reflects the colorful light. This scene is beautiful and handsome. Applaud.

But Ji Qingzhuo had been watching it for several days in a row. She was just admiring the sword dance performance. By the way, she was wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting in the yard, with a pastry box on her lap, holding the pastry and biting into it.

However, just when Shen Rongyu made the last sword move, a mutation happened. The Snow Burying Sword came out of his hand, splitting nine sword lights in midair, one true and nine false, and flew into the air, just about to circle. After a circle, he returned to his hand, but Shen Rongyu seemed to sense something.

There was something extraordinary that approached Youzhu Garden.

In an instant, his Snow Burying Sword lost its mana support, the sword body fell, and it slanted into the snowdrifts in the hospital.

"Zhuzhuo, I'll go take a look." Shen Rongyu didn't even have time to pick up the Snow Burying Sword, and the figure had disappeared - no fluctuations in mana could be revealed at this time.

Ji Qingzhuo swallowed the cake in her mouth, she also knew what might have happened - the only thing that could make Shen Rongyu vigilant was the dark shadow that night.

The temperament and brilliance of the Snow Burying Sword after it was unsheathed was different. It was not like a sword that mortals could possess, so Ji Qingzhuo put the pastry box on his knees aside, ran into the courtyard, and dropped the Snow Burying Sword that Shen Rongyu had dropped. Wrapped tightly.

She was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped a thick blanket around her body again. Now that the blanket worked, the Snow Burying Sword was wrapped in her arms so that she would not be hurt by the sharp edge of the sword.

Just as Ji Qingzhuo put away the Snow Burying Sword, he heard a soft "meow" sound from outside the courtyard.

It was the black cat transformed by the shadow, and he actually found it here.

Ji Qingzhuo held the Snow Burying Sword in her arms and returned to the front of the main room. Her pace was unexpectedly steady, and there was no panic.

She is a mortal now and can't reveal anything.

Ji Qingzhuo thought so, he pretended that nothing happened, and touched a cake from the pastry box beside him.

She was actually very nervous, after all, that was... a demon with strength in the tribulation period, if he wanted to kill her, she wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand was always exposed, her fingertips were reddish, frozen by the cold air in winter, and her hand holding the cake shook, which seemed to be the sour plum-flavored cake that fell from her hand.

Fortunately, she shrank into a ball, this panicked movement should not be seen by the shadow, but if the cake fell to the ground, wouldn't it show her nervousness?

As a result, the cake fell to the ground, and the Snow Burial Sword, who was wrapped in her arms, directly ate the cake... Yes, it was eaten. Ji Qingzhuo, who bowed his head, saw with his own eyes that the sweet and sour plum flavored cake was absorbed by the Snow Burial Into the sword.

——It is not that she has never seen this sword kill people. After killing people, the body of the sword will devour the flesh and blood, leaving no trace.

In order to confirm whether it was really eaten, Ji Qingzhuo fed it a few more - she was easily attracted by such strange things, so she patronized and observed the Snow Burying Sword, and also Forget the existence of shadows.

At this moment, the black cat that the shadow turned into has lightly jumped onto Ji Qingzhuo's courtyard wall. From his perspective, he could only see Ji Qingzhuo wrapped in a thick blanket and eating cakes in the courtyard - she was so good , eat a little faster.

"Miwu—" He called Ji Qingzhuo again.

Ji Qingzhuo knew that she couldn't play stupid, she raised her head and avoided the black cat's gaze.

If she met a real black cat, she wouldn't ignore it.

Ji Qingzhuo picked up another cake from the wooden box on the side, put it in the palm of his hand, and even reached out to the black cat.

Her hands stick out from her sleeves, her wrists are white, her fingers are slender, and she is holding a crystal and lovely cake. In front of Ji Qingzhuo.

He called her "Miaomiao" affectionately again, and then rubbed his head against the back of Ji Qingzhuo's hand, and then picked up the cake in her palm.

As a result, because of his approach, Ji Qingzhuo, who was allergic to cat hair, sneezed several times, and the black cat took two steps back. He realized that his approach would make Ji Qingzhuo uncomfortable.

Ji Qingzhuo felt that his nose was a little itchy, so he sniffed, only to feel a little uncomfortable all over his body.

She didn't like this feeling, the black cat's actions, for her, almost threatened her.

He was very powerful, so she had to pretend to be a mortal in front of him. He came and went freely in this Snow Capital Palace and was domineering, but she was helpless.

Fortunately, the black cat felt her discomfort, and he quickly left with the cake in his mouth - he just came to confirm that Ji Qingzhuo was here, and he could change to a different image another day.

After he left, Ji Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but following the black cat, there was a hidden evil aura.

——Shen Rongyu observed him all the way.

He stared at the figure of the black cat taking the cake away, and only let out his own breath to check - he scared him away that night, and the breath that belonged to him planted the seeds of fear in the dark shadow's heart.

Because the breath he released that night was too terrifying, Sombra believed that the owner of the breath was very powerful—at least more powerful than him, which was why he was so cautious in the palace these days.

Shen Rongyu let out a breath, just to scare him, he was just bluffing, but his insight into the hearts of others was too strong, he completely grasped the black shadow's mind and mastered what he was afraid of.

So, after sensing his breath, Hei Ying was so shocked that he couldn't hold the cakes in his mouth, he just threw the cakes in his mouth and ran away, a demon who can survive in the chaotic world that is still alive. , mostly cautiously.

Shen Rongyu achieved his goal and was satisfied. He knew that this kind of intimidation would not be fooled if he used too much. It was actually an unwise choice to waste a precious opportunity here.

But... Ji Qingzhuo said yes, and only gave him food for himself.

He was lurking aside at that time, and he could even see that Ji Qingzhuo's hand was shaking.

Sooner or later, the shadow will be killed, Shen Rongyu thought, and returned to Youzhu Garden.

At this time, Ji Qingzhuo was wrapped in a thick blanket, watching him jump into the courtyard, she breathed a sigh of relief, Shen Rongyu finally came back.

"Xiaoyu, your sword." Ji Qingzhuo handed her the Snow Burying Sword in her arms.

After being held by her for so long, the Snow Buried Sword was warmed by her body temperature, so when Shen Rongyu took the sword, she found that the body of the sword was warm.

Looking around again, most of the pastries in the box beside Ji Qingzhuo had been eaten - Ji Qingzhuo was not such a person to eat, Shen Rongyu knew.

He handed back the cake in his palm to Ji Qingzhuo: "I'll get it back for you."

Ji Qingzhuo took a closer look, this cake was the one she took out to perfunctory black cat, Shen Rongyu actually... grabbed it back?

"He was too cautious, and when he was frightened, he panicked and ran away. He couldn't even hold what was in his mouth." Shen Rongyu said with a chuckle.

"You can't eat this either." Ji Qingzhuo said.

She directly stuffed the cake into the sword body of the Snow Burying Sword: "Xiaoyu, your sword can eat, just give it to it, I think it quite likes it."

Shen Rongyu smiled: "..." I haven't even eaten a bite of this pastry, but my sword stole most of it for me?

He seemed to know the reason why there were so few cakes left in Ji Qingzhuo's box.

"Leave." Shen Rongyu said coldly.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo continued to lean on the reclining chair in a daze. She felt that the Snow Burying Sword and Shen Rongyu were the same. Eating it for Shen Rongyu was equivalent to eating it for Shen Rongyu. He didn't like sweets too much anyway, didn't he.

Carrying the Snow Burying Sword, Shen Rongyu came to the corridor of the front yard, where Ji Qingzhuo couldn't see it, he shook the sword.

He said blankly, "Spit it out."

The Snow Burial Sword was shaken several times by him, and he even spit out the pastry he just ate. There were a dozen of them, of different colors, but they were still intact.

Shen Rongyu: "..." He spit it out, but he couldn't eat it.

So annoying.

He pointed his sword to the pastry he spit out: "Eat it."

Waste cannot be wasted, this is something Ji Qingzhuo is reluctant to eat.

Snow Burial Sword: "?" You play with me, right?

It wanted to die, but couldn't stand Shen Rongyu's toughness, and ate the cake again.

Shen Rongyu did something meaningless and went back to the backyard. At this time, Ji Qingzhuo was in a daze and was a little tired.

"If you're sleepy, go to the room to sleep." Shen Rongyu said to her.

He leaned over and was about to pick Ji Qingzhuo up, but Ji Qingzhuo opened her eyes and she shook her head: "Xiaoyu, no need."

She held the rest of the whole box of pastries in front of him, blinked and said, "Do you want to eat?"

"Eat." Shen Rongyu replied, he sat beside Ji Qingzhuo, this reclining chair could only accommodate one person, Shen Rongyu's tall body sat down, and Ji Qingzhuo was pushed aside. Does not take up any space.

"It's a little cold." Shen Rongyu said in a low voice, looking at the snow falling from the sky, the snow fell on his long eyelashes, and a little light was reflected.

Ji Qingzhuo pushed him the hot tea on the small table in front of him.

Shen Rongyu took a sip, the bitter tea fragrance overflowed in his mouth, he continued, "It's still a little cold."

Ji Qingzhuo was honest and didn't think he was telling a lie, so he spread out the thick blanket wrapped around him and gave him half of it.

When the blanket was spread out, the cool breeze hit, Ji Qingzhuo shivered, but fortunately Shen Rongyu came over quickly - his body was warm.

Ji Qingzhuo's body softened and leaned on him, she asked softly, "Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore." Shen Rongyu said.

When they spoke, the white mist they exhaled was dense, and there was a little warm and reassuring atmosphere.

Ji Qingzhuo and Shen Rongyu were wrapped in the same blanket and huddled on the same reclining chair. In the vast snow and the whistling snow, it seemed that only the other could keep them warm.

The author says:

Shen Rongyu: Spit it out.

Buried Snow Sword: vomit vomit.

Shen Rongyu: Eat it.

Snow Burial Sword: ???I'm really convinced you old sixth.