"Puff, another time and space," Jing Che broke free from his arms effortlessly. His face was red from the cold or suddenly blushed, but he still laughed unceremoniously, "You really think the drama is being talked about in the script."

Baili Fengjian pulled his face and said confidently: "Think about it carefully."

Jing Che laughed back and felt absurd when he first heard this statement, but after thinking about it carefully, everything was explained reasonably after saying this.

But what time and space is this?

For a moment, they fell into deep thoughts and did not respond. The two of them walked forward with support. The wind was everywhere, wrapping their long hair and tangled together in a mess, as if they were walking around the wrong line, entangling everyone.

The snow was covered with layers after layer, and the footprints passing behind me were covered, as if no one had ever come.

After walking, Jing Che had already dragged Baili Fengjian hard and couldn't help but say, "It's all your fault, otherwise you should have a good sleep in Shucheng Inn now."

The girl's unique slight anger and clasp, made Baili Fengjian feel enlightened. Ache, who used to be, was also chattering in his ears incessantly, "It's all your fault that you blame you and you..."

His steps had stopped, and the red shirt was still pulling him. He was unstable in the snow and carried him to the ground with his back on his back.

The snow was so cold that Baili Fengma couldn't get up and laughed inexplicably.

Jing Che kicked him angrily: "Get up quickly, are you going to die here?"

He smiled and hugged her waist. The already exhausted person had no time to resist and suddenly fell on him.

He said with no clue: "Hongyi, I know you are not her."

The face that was so close to me was still vaguely gazing at the sky and the snow dust, as if the fog of the long years was filled with long periods.

A long time ago, there was a heavy snow day. He was drunk and taught her to dance with swords. Finally, he leaned his head and fell into the snow. She rubbed his fingers over him.

Jing Che raised his eyes at this time, and the lonely dark red lantern in the sad night was particularly eye-catching, holding his cold hand: "There are people over there."

Baili Fengjian struggled to get up and said, "I've gone out, but it's so cold."

After walking over and knocking for a while, someone came to open the door. The heat from the charcoal fire in the winery came towards me.

After a long leg, Baili Fengjian swayed into the door. Only then did he see the silver-haired man standing behind the door. He was stunned and smiled with his lips slanted: "We're going to hit the tip, but there's still a room?"

Gu Zhan's face was slightly darker: "No."

After that, I was going to stop someone from going out.

A woman's soft voice came from behind him: "A Zhan, who is it~"

As they all came together, they knelt on a bench and hit the ground with a heavy blunt sound. The man walked over drunk, shook his head and looked at the two people who were red and white. There was a sad chill in the candlelight. Su Yue rubbed his nose: "Come in quickly... Come in quickly... I'll ask my sister to get a room out."

"A Yue--" Gu Zhan wanted to refute, but when Su Yue glared at him, he shut up without help, and went upstairs without saying anything more.

Jingche stepped into the door, but saw Baili Fengjian staring at Su Yue's figure for a long time.

"Why are you stunned?" He was a little jealous and looked at him, only to think that this girl looked familiar.

Baili Fengjian didn't answer, touched the stubble and thought for a while. At this time, Su Yue came out of the inner room, and when the curtain was lifted, a strong smell of alcohol came from the wind.

"Sister said there is only one room, okay, let's make a night of work." Su Yue led the people upstairs crookedly.

After entering the room, Baili Fengjian closed the door and waited until the outsider walked away and said, "If I guessed correctly, this should be the era of Yuan and Emperor ruled. The one who was a contemporary sword saint disciple, Su Yue."

Su Yue!

Jing Che immediately spoke. No wonder this girl looked so familiar. It turned out to be Su Yue from Girls' Generation. She and Baili Fengma accidentally returned to Thousand Years.

I remembered the star-track divination of the demon king Guzhan, saying that "retrogression" is the key to finding the last ** divine seal. It seems that maybe this is not a coincidence, but a arrangement of fate, which allows them to go back a thousand years ago and happen to come to the city of Shu, just for the last ** divine seal that they have not been able to find in the world for a long time.

"No matter what era this is, in short, we will go back to the city tomorrow."

With his hands on the charcoal basin, Baili Fengjian raised his eyebrows slightly and asked meaningfully: "Why?"

"Can you still want to fight the silver-haired man to the death? Even if he is full of evil spirit, what does it have to do with you?"

"No," Baili Kazuma said slowly, "If you want to go back to the city, there must be other reasons."

Jing Che's eyes tightened, and he didn't respond at that time.

"I'm afraid you want to stay in this city because of 'retracement'?" Baili Fengjian's hands were in his sleeves, his tone was scattered and insightful, and he had a little inquiry.

Jing Che narrowed his eyes, a faint and contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no sign of anything unusual in the expression hidden under the mask. Since Baili Fengma had already spoken, she didn't need to hide it: "It seems that the key to finding the last ** divine seal is indeed 'retrogression'."

Baili Kazuma tugged his lips gracefully, smiling without laughing, "I am determined to win the red clothes."

"Ha, that feeling, I'm here to play a game that travels through time and space with you?"

"Yes, otherwise-you can't go back."

"But don't forget, now I can kill you easily."

Baili Fengjian opened his arms, his expression was accustomed to being unfair, and he was a little scoundrel: "Then come and kill me."

Jing Che knew that this was impossible, so he slapped the fire in the charcoal basin with a slight annoyance, turned around and entered the screen.

The vigilance caused by the conflict of interest was diluted by this outbreak. Jing Che closed his eyes early and fell asleep, while Baili Fengjian fell asleep on the couch outside.

The moonlight outside the window was hanging high, cooled into a thin line, carrying some red lanterns of the twelfth lunar month. Through the quaint window lattice, it stopped slowly at the head of the bed.

Jing Che took a short slept for a moment, but suddenly for some reason he was extremely awake and sleepless. There was a faint pain in his body. This feeling seemed to be a person standing on the shore, looking at the tide rolling in the distance, and clearly knew that the huge waves should sweep in the next moment.

She tossed and turned, the quilt was wrapped tightly, thinking that this was just her illusion. Because for too long, she did not feel the pain from her body anymore. She thought it was just a way of recalling the body, reminding her of the years that really existed, the years before she became red.

However, gradually, Jingche discovered that this was not an illusion. The pain seemed to flood her body's numbness and storm the wall overwhelmed. It was like tens of millions of insects gnawing on the soul, and trying to prick the already broken soul into a broken hole.

Even in early winter, his forehead was still sweating heavily. Jing Che couldn't help but exhale, and then bit his lips tightly.
Chapter completed!