Meng'er, his Meng'er, I hope she has left that desert. I hope the master has received his message and rushed to the human world as soon as possible to bring her back to Wangyou, so that she can stay away from the dangers of the human world and leaving the country.
Recalling the look on Meng'er's face sleeping peacefully in his arms that night, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He thought that with his power he would be able to take her away from the chaos of the world, away from Cang Xuan's pursuit, and give her a peaceful and happy life.
Let's go together to forget our worries and cultivate immortality.
I don't want to, everything happened too suddenly.
He originally thought that Que Hentian would never be the originator of that desert, but he did not expect that although he did not create the desert, he had been hiding deep in the desert for a long time.
Presumably, they lost their way inexplicably, and it was his magic that led them into that desert.
It's just that I was too careless and wanted to accompany Meng'er to find Yifeng, but I forgot that danger was never far away from them.
In order to prevent Que Hentian from getting close to Meng'er, he took off his human form and used all his spiritual power to take advantage of Que Hentian's unpreparedness, and entered his body, wrapping his heart with the telepathy technique, which made him miserable and could only watch Meng'er.
We are getting farther and farther away from them, but there is nothing we can do.
But Que Hentian was the leader of the Xuannio clan and had profound spiritual power. If he hadn't been invisible and invisible, he wouldn't have been able to control his heart while he was performing the spell.
At first, Que Hentian had nothing to do, but within two days, he did not hesitate to injure himself with Xuanming's fire in an attempt to force him out of his body.
But with Meng'er in his heart, he never slacked off even if he was burned by the fire of Xuanming day and night.
Fortunately, as time went by, Que Hentian's spiritual power was insufficient, and he only had one hour to deal with him every day. Most of the other time, the two of them were silent.
We have been stuck in this snowy cave for nearly three months now.
Yunguo, a secluded courtyard in Nancheng, Qingyang County.
Late at night, the waning moon is in the sky.
Suddenly the wind blew, the shadows of the trees fluttered, and a low voice came from the dark house, "Wood? Is that you? Are you back?" The person on the couch sat up straight, staring at the window blown open by the wind.
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After a while, the wind gradually died down and everything returned to the calmness of the day.
Wrapped in gauze like a dream, she got down from bed and walked to the window, pushed the half-open window outwards, looked up at the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, and was in a daze.
Just now, she clearly smelled the woody fragrance that only belonged to him, like bamboo and pine, light and long, which made her heart and lungs relax, and she felt at ease inexplicably.
But in the pitch-black night in front of him, apart from the waning moon above his head and these peach trees, where was his figure?
I feel indescribable melancholy in my heart, and I miss the time when we first met after leaving the country. The three of them were watching the moon among the clouds, and they were drunk together until dawn. How happy it was!
But now things have changed and she is left alone in the world.
Since Mu Zili disappeared, she couldn't sleep almost every night. She often lay awake until dawn and barely closed her eyes. She was afraid that she would have insomnia again tonight.
Thinking about it, I had no intention of going back to the couch to rest. Fortunately, I lay on the wicker chair under the window and stared at the night sky in trance.
But suddenly she saw a vague figure flashing outside the window, and then there were whispers, and she heard a mess of footsteps getting closer and closer. Her heart sank, and she stood up alertly.
Standing against the wall.
"Dong dong dong", after a sudden fierce knock on the door, a young woman's voice was heard saying: "Girl, Miss Meng?"
Xi Meng was slightly startled, but immediately realized that the voice was very familiar. It was Ye'er, Sima Luocheng's personal bodyguard.
Before she could think about it, she opened the door, only to see Ye'er's hand holding a sword, her face slightly pale, leaning against the door frame, breathing rapidly.
"What's going on? Come in quickly!" Simeng was about to help her into the room, but she saw that the originally dark courtyard was now as bright as day, with more than a dozen burly guards standing in two rows.
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Sima Luocheng stood at the foot of the steps in front of her room, frowning and staring at her. After confirming that she was fine, he sighed slightly, turned around and whispered a few instructions to the guards, then turned and walked towards her.
She vaguely felt that something had happened, and was about to speak, but found that Ye'er, who had been standing next to her, had long since disappeared. She was shocked, what a high level of Qinggong.
"Meng'er, are you okay?" Sima Luocheng put his hand on her shoulders and looked at her eyes with complicated emotions.
Xi Meng stepped back and let him into the house, but she brushed away his hand on her shoulder without leaving a trace.
"This is so late at night, which song is Big Brother singing?" Xi Meng looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile, with a hint of joking in her words.
Although she had insomnia, she was not tired. The wanderings these days had really made her physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to just lean on the wicker chair and have a good rest tonight, but she didn't expect to be woken up again before she could close her eyes.
Sima Luocheng's lips twitched slightly, his expression was slightly stiff, he glanced out the window and said, "An assassin just broke in. I hope Meng'er is fine."
The assassin? Simeng was shocked. No wonder he always felt that tonight was a bit strange. The black shadow in front of the window was probably not his shadow guard.
What about him? Xi Meng looked up and realized that he was only wearing a thin gown. Even though it was midsummer, the night was still a bit cool.
Fortunately, despite being a little thinly dressed, his body did not seem to be injured.
Xi Meng walked past him, gently closed the door behind him, looked at his back, and said, "Has the assassin been caught?"
Sima Luocheng turned around and sighed: "Two well-trained killers broke into my house and mistook Ye'er who was lying on the couch for me. Fortunately, Ye'er was not weak and was able to fight with them.
During the fight, everyone was alarmed. When the person who came saw what happened, he immediately committed suicide and died, leaving no clues."
Shi Meng's heart tightened when he heard this. Now that Sima Luo City's whereabouts have been revealed, he is afraid that the other party will not give up easily and will send people again. Their situation is now very dangerous.
"Brother, it is better to return to Xuanyang overnight. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. According to my guess, the assassins tonight are the same ones who assassinated the Minister of Justice. It is not yet known whether the identity of the eldest brother has been exposed, but one thing is certain.
Anyone who wants to investigate the food robbery case is their target." Simeng said as he walked to the door, ready to call the shadow guards to come in and take him away.
But as soon as she turned around, she realized that this matter was not as simple as she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she happened to see a dark shadow flash across the wall opposite, and she suddenly realized. She raised her head and met Sima Luocheng's eyes, only to see him pull her away.
He took her hand and extinguished the lights in the room with a flick of his sleeve. The two stood tightly against the wall, holding their breath.
I saw a black shadow suddenly leaping into the house from the window, the long sword in his hand flashing a cold light in the dark night, and the light happened to fall on the face that was as white as a dream.
The black shadow was also startled, and soon he heard waves of killing intent, and Sima Luocheng's low voice came to his ears: "Meng'er, be careful!"