Thirty, Thirty-one, Thirty-two, Jun Yaoran was still walking upwards, but for some reason, suddenly squatted on the ground and gasped heavily. His cheeks seemed more transparent, as if they would be wiped out with a slight touch. "Xuan'er, Xuan'er..." Jun Yaoran screamed bitterly, "I really don't want to leave you, but..." He looked up at the temple on the high steps, sighed, and stopped talking. He just staggered and continued to walk with all his might.

Fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty two…

"No..." Xiyu shouted loudly, but the people on the steps still did not react at all, "Stop! I beg you to stop!" At some point, two lines of clear tears had already slid down their tears and slid into their mouths, salty, hehe, when she came to Huanyun, she really became sentimental. But when she saw Jun Yaoran like that, how could she not feel distressed?

Seventy-five, seventy-six…

Xiyu's eyes had dried up. She was not a sentimental person at first, and she even cried inexplicably. But why... it was spring, but she still felt the biting cold. Xiyu hugged her arms tightly, shivering into a ball, trembling constantly, haha, was it her fault? Yes, after the bombing, she had the chance to find him and told him that he was not dead yet, but she hated the restraint and yearned for freedom and blindfolded her eyes by happiness...

Xiyu's nails fell into the tender flesh of her arms, and bloodstained after blood, but no more tears passed. She just looked at Jun Yaoran quietly, and walked on the road of no return step by step with pain. Three thousand silver hairs were wrapped around, and the crescent moon was like a hook.

Ninety-nine, one hundred, one hundred…

Xiyu took a deep breath. It was not an exaggeration to say that the pain was separated by the soul and the body. The sweat beads on his forehead dripped and fell on the ground, and one splash after another appeared.

One Hundred and Eight.

Jun Yaoran finally reached the top of the steps. He turned around slightly and looked at Xiyu, "Xuan'er..." Jun Yaoran still murmured emotionally.

Xiyu looked at Jun Yaoran, and suddenly his beautiful peach blossom eyes shed a string of blood and tears, and his eyes turned into scary blood holes, constantly emitting blood.

"Ah!" Xiyu woke up with a scream. The thin brocade quilt was wrapped in his jade body. The transparent liquid on his face was flowing freely, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or sweat.

Looking out the window, there was still a crescent moon like a hook. Xiyu went downstairs and sat at the table and sipped with tea. The water was so icy that it was so clear that she could not cheer up from the nightmare just now. Wiping the drops of sweat still on her forehead, Xiyu vomited a breath of turbid air and sighed secretly. She had killed so many people in her previous life, but she had never had a nightmare; this time it was just a white hair, but she felt uneasy...

It was late at night, but there was no trace of sleepiness. I held my hand that was no longer conscious, and my nails stabbed into my palms and heard a burst of pain. The wind blew across the tree trunk, making a "wavering" sound. Xiyu's nerves instantly tightened and directly transformed into a galaxy whip. "Who!" a light shout.

No one answered, only the sound of the wind passing by. Xiyu calmed down and took back the whip of the Galaxy that had been replaced with a dagger. She gently wiped the tip of her nose with a gust of wind, which made her sweat again.

Xiyu looked down at herself. After such a struggle, her snow-white middle robe had already wrinkles. She put on a brocade quilt, Xiyu walked out firmly. This nightmare was too real, so she should find someone to sleep with her.

Swaying and swaying, Xiyu came to Xuanjun's door. Just as he was about to walk in, he pulled herself back in a daze. In Fengyu Pavilion, she was Mu Yu, a man, how could she be with Xuanjun... Thinking of this, Xiyu couldn't help but have a dark face. Who should have given her such a setting to dress up as a man. (Xiaoyan: Xiyu, this seems to be your own setting.)

Go to find Zhuque? Thinking of this, Xiyu immediately shook his head and directly strangled the idea in the cradle. If An Ziche knew that he was so close to Zhuque, he would definitely destroy him for An Ziqiang. She still had star to save and must survive, and live like a small strongman.

Why don't you go to find Ye Tianhan? Xiyu thought of Ye Tianhan's ice face and shook her head immediately. Forget it, her heart is cold enough now, and there is no need to refrigerate and freeze. Besides, Ye Tianhan's temper is too difficult to figure out, especially recently, she often watches her make a series of silly smiles. Please, he is an iceberg man, and he is not a smile setting!!! Maybe if he says something wrong, he will kick himself out gorgeously.

After excluding it, only Bai Yao was left. Xiyu flattened her mouth in dissatisfaction. Bai Yao was a handsome man with an exiled immortal type, but she could not be played with it from afar. How could she...

The wind blew again at a proper time, and the shaking sound of the tree trunk made Xiyu's body stiffen and he quickly ran to Bai Yao's bamboo house. Although the immortal cannot be blasphemous, she doesn't want to die, right? At worst, just apologize to him in the future.

However, the bamboo house at night was very quiet, without the messy formations that were difficult to crack during the day, Xiyu easily came to the door of the bamboo house. Bai Yao's spiritual power was very stable, and it seemed that he was sleeping well, listening quietly, and even hearing slight snoring.

Just as he was about to take a step, a jade flute broke through the paper window and smashed directly at Xiyu. Xiyu jumped his foot and flicked, and there was still a burst of shock in his heart. The owner of the finger blade was really not covered. If he hid slowly, he would at least have to be a second-level disability.

"It's me." Seeing the broken jade flute, Xiyu immediately began to report herself. She was just frightened by the nightmare and dared not sleep. She had absolutely no bad intentions.

"Yeah." Bai Yao replied quietly, then there was a rustling sound of dressing.

With a creaking sound, the door of the house opened, Bai Yao's eyes were a little sleepy, "Is there something wrong with Xiyu?"

"I'm a nightmare... I don't dare to sleep by myself." Xiyu said this and wanted to bite off her tongue. She actually told the exiled immortal that she was a sin, a sin.

"Then do you want to sleep with me?" Bai Yao looked at Xiyu, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!