There was dead silence in the refining room.

Feng Ranzhou was in a bad mood. He waved his hand and drove the skeleton out. He sat down beside him and leaned on the back of the chair, staring at the dancing flames in the furnace.

He avoided seeing Xie Wanyou, hoping to use this to make Xie Wanyou calm down and let go of those unwanted thoughts.

It is true that Xie Wanyou can't see him anymore, but even though she knows she can't see him, Xie Wanyou still wants to come to the Demon Palace from time to time.

The Demonic Palace is his territory. Once he releases his spiritual consciousness, he can even see the goings-on in any corner of the Demonic Palace.

As soon as Xie Wanyou arrived, the devil's palace was filled with her aura.

Xie Wanyou has no intention of giving up, but Feng Ranzhou doesn't know.

All he knew was that he was upset.

He was resisting Xie Wanyou's aura, just like he was resisting some invisible trick, but they were pervasive, infecting his mind like boiling frogs in warm water.

Feng Ranzhou could sense that once he succumbed to this technique, he would become something new and unfamiliar. This feeling of being out of control had already made him smell the hidden danger.

But if he was really asked to refuse Xie Wanyou to enter the Demon Palace...he couldn't do it.

With his mind in a state of confusion, Feng Ranzhou closed his eyes in frustration, planning to take a nap to suppress the restlessness that came from nowhere.

The flames were still crackling.

In this extremely hot temperature, someone slowly approached him.

Feng Ran opened his eyes suddenly and saw Xie Wanyou standing beside him, bending down to look at him with a smile on his face. His beautiful face was covered in red firelight, as if it was dyed with a hazy halo.

Her black hair hangs down in front of her body like a waterfall, and her white neck is looming.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ranzhou's breathing was slightly erratic, and he asked with some surprise: "Why...are you here?"

Only he knows the location of the weapon refining room, how did Xie Wanyou find it...

Xie Wanyou curled her lips: "I am here because you are thinking of me."

Feng Ran opened his eyes in the daytime and denied lightly: "I didn't."

Xie Wanyou didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand and gently touched the small mole under his lip, with that inexplicable smile still on her face.

Feng Ranzhou's throat rolled, he frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Xie Wanyou's wrist, and was about to press down, but suddenly hesitated.

Just as he hesitated for a moment, Xie Wanyou leaned over without any explanation, lowered his head, kissed the corner of his lips softly, then stretched out his other hand, penetrated his silver hair, and stroked it gently.

Feng Ranzhou was still holding her wrist, and he was stunned. He saw Xie Wanyou's trembling eyelashes, and it seemed that by some mistake he didn't push her away.

Gradually, the kiss changed its flavor.

Xie Wanyou seemed to be particularly bold and unrestrained tonight.

She gradually put her arms around Feng Ranzhou's neck, then pressed close to him, sat on his lap, kissed the corners of his lips, then moved to his ears, and breathed out with a low smile: "You are so hot.

"

The tight string that Feng Ranzhou was holding seemed to be suddenly broken, and the arms around her waist tightened in an instant.

Xie Wanyou didn't feel any danger, and still smiled in his ear and asked, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

As if being bewitched, Feng Ranzhou slowly lowered his head towards her.

The moment he was about to touch her lips, Feng Ranzhou suddenly felt his arms empty. He suddenly opened his eyes. Xie Wanyou had disappeared like a mirror, and he was still the only one in the weapon refining room.

Feng Ranzhou subconsciously twirled his fingers, and the illusory touch receded like the tide. After realizing that everything was a dream, Feng Ranzhou's face became very ugly.

He was unwilling to admit what the dream just represented, and only attributed it to the influence of the mark.

It must be because he is in the breeding period and Xie Wanyou still has his mark on him, so...

Feng Ranzhou took a deep breath, stood up and stood in front of the refining furnace, holding on to the edge to suppress the surging boredom in his body.

It's just because of that mark, Feng Ranzhou thought calmly, as long as he faced it calmly, he would be able to overcome this shallow temptation.

However, things did not go as he wished. Every day in the following days, whenever Feng Ran fell asleep, he would dream of Xie Wanyou.

What's worse... Feng Ranzhou felt that Xie Wanyou must have poisoned him at some point.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become uncharacteristically suspicious every night when Xie Wanyou didn't come.

He won't gradually become anxious after Xie Wanyou's breath dissipates.

Addicted.

Feng Ranzhi thought that his behavior was no different from the symptoms of addiction.

After waking up from his dream again and seeing the empty refining room, Feng Ranzhou finally felt that he couldn't stand it anymore.

It was obvious that he was avoiding Xie Wanyou, so why was he the one who couldn't bear it first?

Feng Ranzhou calmed his breathing and closed his eyes.

Thirteen days have passed since the last time I saw Xie Wanyou.

Xie Wanyou didn't come to see him again in the past few days. After such a long time, he should have been forgotten, Feng Ranzhou thought, looking at the longevity lock that had become very delicate in the flames, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

Now that the plan is successful, it doesn't matter if he takes a look at Xie Wanyou after the longevity chain is completed.

…

On the fifteenth day when Feng Ranzhou went to refine the Longevity Lock, it started to snow in Bixiao Danzong.

The snow fell at dusk, but Xie Wanyou had no intention of admiring it. She was frantically saving the herbs in her spiritual field.

The snow fell without warning. Xie Wanyou was huddled in her room reading a book, but Zaizai, who was playing outside, suddenly flew in in a panic and told her that it was snowing outside, and she only found out about it.

Xie Zhuoxing also knew that his mother's herbs could not withstand the cold, so he immediately informed Xie Wanyou as soon as he saw it snowing.

After Xie Wanyou heard this, he immediately threw the book away and sent a message to Luo Ruxi. Both mother and son were frightened and rushed to the spiritual field.

While Xie Wanyou was rescuing the herbs, the snow fell heavier and heavier, falling lightly on Xie Wanyou's temples. Xie Wanyou was busy saving the herbs and had no time to hold an umbrella. Although Xie Zhuoxing was not afraid of the cold, he was afraid of his mother being cold, but he

Since he had no hands, he had to lie on top of Xie Wanyou's head and spread his wings as wide as possible to block some of the wind and snow from Xie Wanyou.

Xie Wanyou felt the hot weight on her head, and her heart warmed: "Thank you, baby."

Xie Zhuoxing held Xie Wanyou's forehead with his fur claws, conveying his warmth to her, and said softly: "You're welcome."

Xie Wanyou saved a few more herbs. A cold wind blew and she couldn't help but sneeze.

Xie Zhuoxing said worriedly: "Mother, let's go home quickly...Mother is not in good health. She used to get sick when she got cold."

Xie Wanyou dug the soil carefully: "It used to be before, but now my mother is a cultivator of immortality, and she still has ice spirit roots. It is obviously very frost-resistant. It's just snowing, how can she get sick? Don't worry, my mother will get it done soon.

Already."

Xie Zhuoxing had no choice but to touch her forehead with his claws: "Mom, please hurry up."

Xie Wanyou responded and continued digging in the heavy snow.

When Feng Ranzhou came over, what he saw was Xie Wanyou working in the spiritual field in the wind and snow.

His brows couldn't help but frown.

Isn't Xie Wanyou afraid of the cold? It's snowing so heavily, and she doesn't even hold an umbrella. What's she doing here in the snow?

He found an umbrella-shaped magic weapon, opened it, and was about to walk towards Xie Wanyou when he happened to see a blue oil-paper umbrella tilting towards Xie Wanyou.

Feng Ranzhou's steps froze.

Xie Wanyou raised her head and smiled in surprise at the person holding the umbrella for her: "Elder brother, why are you here?"

"I happened to be passing by and saw you here," Wen Linjian's face was full of disapproval, and he said to her with a sullen face: "It's snowing so hard, it hasn't been long since you reshaped your meridians, and your body is not in good shape.

Why did you run out like this?"

Xie Wanyou said sarcastically: "I'm in a hurry to save the herbs... I won't do it next time."

"I'll help you save it," Wen Linjian handed her the umbrella: "Don't be stupid, go back quickly."

Xie Wanyou pinched the handle of the umbrella, feeling a little embarrassed: "Then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother..."

Wen Linjian sighed, helped her save the herbs, and pushed her back a few steps: "Go back quickly, I'll go again

Look at Ruxi’s herbs.”

There was a thin layer of snow on the ground. Xie Wanyou made a crunching sound with his footsteps. He turned around and glanced at Wen Linjian. Xie Wanyou did feel a little cold, so he listened to Wen Linjian and walked back holding an umbrella.

The wind and snow were very heavy, and the way back seemed to be extremely long.

Xie Wanyou walked and asked Xie Zhuoxing in a low voice: "Xiao Bai, is someone following us?"

Xie Zhuoxing's ears trembled and he whispered: "It seems..."

Xie Wanyou's heart suddenly rose, fearing that someone from the gods had sneaked in, she couldn't help but quicken her pace. Unexpectedly, her foot slipped and she was about to fall. Suddenly, someone behind her stopped her waist and asked her to stand up straight again.

.

Xie Wanyou was still in shock. He turned his head and was about to say thank you when his eyes touched the face of the person who came and suddenly stopped.

Feng Ranzhou was looking down at her. His gray-blue eyes were like the deepest sea. His silver hair was neatly tied behind him. The snow falling on him could not stay for a moment. The moment he got closer, it would melt quickly.

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Someone who hadn't seen him for many days appeared so unprepared, it was like a dream when the snow fell.
To be continued...