On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Bai Xiangbing and others could only spend the first day in a cave on a snow-capped mountain. Fortunately, it was lively and the wind and snow stopped in the past few days, which was a great pleasure.
The Sword Sect seemed to be restrained by something. It was just a few times that they had made trouble, and they were left here forever by Bai Xiangbing and others, and it seemed to have disappeared. But Bai Xiangbing and others should practice well and have a relatively complete Spring Festival.
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On the night of the third day of the Chinese New Year, Dongfang Yaomeng ran away like before.
"Well, where is Xiaomeng?" Bai Xiangling, who could not find Dongfang Yaomeng, asked.
"Forget it, that big dead girl will run to the third day of the Lunar New Year, and then she will come back the next morning, and Yang Ling is following her, so there is no need to worry at all.
After all, we have to be careful about her safety." Bai Xiangbing said, cutting the firewood.
"It's rare that the surprise soldiers don't come to cause trouble. It's better to practice well so as not to smear their good intentions."
"Bing'er, tell the truth to my sister, will you go and find her?"
"It's better not to use it, there shouldn't be any situation."
Listening to Bai Xiangbing's uncertain answer, Bai Xiangling sat next to Bai Xiangbing, wrapped her arms around Bai Xiangbing, and whispered in Bai Xiangbing's ear: "Every time you lie, your thumb will involuntarily wipe your index finger, and sister
You can feel your concern."
"You and I are siblings. Even if you don't use telepathy, my sister can still feel your thoughts." As if I remembered some past events, my fair and slender hands covered my rosy lips and sneered softly: "You can hide it from my sister since I was a child that time I was a child.
I, it’s not my sister who helped you get rid of your lies.”
Bai Xiangbing said nothing, and the speed of cutting the firewood strips gradually slowed down, saying, "This may be her own secret."
"That's true." Bai Xiangling said.
With a raised white and slender palm, the firewood strips in Bai Xiangbing's hand burst into the fire in the cave, patted her butt, and went to a protruding rock on the mountain with Bai Xiangling to practice cross-leggedly.
Snow Mountain is always suitable for ice-attributed practitioners to practice. The ice-attributed world here is several times the amount of spiritual energy that is elsewhere. It is definitely an unforgivable sin for Bai Xiangbing.
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Bai Xiangling pecked Bai Xiangbing on his face when he was not paying attention.
Bai Xiangbing, who was attacked by a sneak attack, touched the place where Bai Xiangling had just kissed: "Sister, you..."
"Concentrate on practicing, Bing'er~" Bai Xiangling walked to Bai Xiangbing with her eyes as charming as she said: "After Bing'er becomes stronger, my sister will be rewarded~" Then she kissed her cheek again on the other side.
Bai Xiangbing touched his face and said intimately, "If you have nothing to do, you will tease me, and you will not let me practice calmly."
But... my sister is really charming...
"Sister... let's go find her, at least you can't let her be in danger." Bai Xiangbing said.
After saying that, a warm and soft hand held his hand.
"Then let's go, my sister won't be jealous." Bai Xiangling said: "My sister belongs to Bing'er, isn't she?"
Bai Xiangbing held her hand tightly and said "Yes": "Let's go."
He hugged Bai Xiangling with the princess, summoned Qian Yuyi out, and flew towards the direction Dongfang Yaomeng left while fanning.
In a woods, a girl with a pair of ponytails in orange hair, orange clothes and orange skirts stood in front of a tombstone.
The tomb of a close friend Baili Yiyi, the monument erected by Dongfang Yaomeng.
These fifteen words are full of helplessness and sorrow for the dead, and these fifteen words are all written in blood.
"Yiyi, Xiaomeng has come to see you. It's been a long time since I came to see you. It's been four years, are you lonely?" Dongfang Yaomeng touched the big red words and said to herself: "I haven't been here for a long time, and I'm still talking.
It faded."
Dongfang Yaomeng sighed quietly and took out a clean bowl. Her nails cut her pulse, and all the bright red blood flowed into the bowl. When she felt that it was almost the same, she took the healing medicine placed aside and applied it to the pulse, and the wound quickly recovered.
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The slender fingers like jade onion were dipped in blood, and the air-dried inscription was re-colored: "Yiyi, Xiaomeng is living a good life now, and I met a man who treats me very well. His name is Bai Xiangbing and Sister Ling,
Sister Qianluo, Sister Rong... are all very nice to me. What about you? It is said that after a good person dies, he will go to heaven to enjoy the paradise. You are a great person and you must have lived a good life..."
The Oriental Yaomeng that should be done when burning incense, pouring wine, burning paper money, and sweeping the tombs is all done one by one.
"Speaking of this, I haven't burned incense to my parents' graves for a long time. You won't hate me, an unfilial daughter..."
Thinking of the bloody massacre back then, Dongfang Yaomeng's bright eyes were filled with sadness, tears flowed out of her eyes, slid down her pretty and cute face, and dripped on the snow.
It was an accident that made the couple's best friends separate from each other from then on.
"You told me not to avenge you, do you know that I am very unwilling to accept it, really unwilling to do it. I didn't listen to you. It was the first time I didn't listen to you. I washed that damn Yangchun Village.
I washed it with blood. I didn't let go of men, women, young and old, birds and beasts. I fought for the bloodthirsty backlash and forced the bloody Yangchun Village to be treated as avenging you. In the end, Uncle Yang would have suppressed me.
, I'm afraid I lost my mind because of the backlash..."
"You won't hate me, right? If you think I hate it, then send me a dream to me, hit me or scold me in the dream, and I have no complaints. Even if you hit me every day, scold me every day, I accept it."
"You are my first friend and the first person besides my parents who has not disliked me as a curse."
"Maybe it is me, a disgusting curse that keeps people all over the world away..."
"After all, I'm one..."
"Tiger clan..."
"Half demon..."
The moonlight is right, and midnight has arrived.
Dongfang Yaomeng's skirt and long orange-yellow hair danced without wind, and her hair broke away from the bell-bound hairband. This hairband was the last gift Baili Yiyi gave him and her relic.
The hairband fell to the ground and jingled.
Dongfang Yaomeng sat with her knees, her little head buried in her chest, the moonlight was in the sky, Dongfang Yaomeng's orange yellow and long hips, which were originally as silk as silk, suddenly turned black, and her bright eyes like black pearls turned red
A pair of delicate tiger ears appeared on his head, and a faint mark appeared on his eyebrows.
"I can't go back until the sun comes out tomorrow. Yiyi, Xiaomeng is here to accompany you tonight, okay?"
Half demon, a descendant who combines demons and humans, has excellent cultivation talent, and its physical strength is far superior to humans, which is closer to demons. It can cultivate human spiritual power and demon power. Every half demon origin will accompany it.
The strange phenomena in heaven and earth depend on the cultivation of parents, from the movement of ants and rats to natural disasters such as earthquakes, so half demon was also labeled as a curse.
"Xiaomeng, it's cold, isn't it cold?" A quilt was draped on Dongfang Yaomeng's weak body.
This neutral voice full of concern and the falling snow-dyed white hair made Dongfang Yaomeng's delicate body shake. She turned her head slowly in disbelief. The two sisters and sisters in white dress, who were so beautiful in snow, came into their eyes, full of shock.
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, half demons will change from human body to half demon body, and will create a barrier on their own, which will cut off the perception of both sides. However, Mr. Bai's perception has always been to use the entire world, as long as he is still in this world.
, there is no one or something that cannot be perceived.
Dongfang Yaomeng bit her red lips lightly, and broke away from Bai Xiangbing's hand, turned her head and said hurriedly: "Young Master, have you recognized the wrong person?"
"At night, jackals, tigers and leopards appear very frequently, so please be careful."
Bai Xiangbing reached out to catch him, Dongfang Yaomeng quickly dodged and said lightly: "Young Master, please respect yourself."
"Bad!"
Bai Xiangbing's handprint was broken and he shouted: "Frost Mirror."
The cold air around it condensed into seven ice walls, blocking all the way Dongfang Yaomeng went.
"You dare to ask what the young master is doing?"
The answer to her was a warm hug.
"Girl, stop lying to me, I've seen everything, heard it."
Dongfang Yaomeng held back her tears and said, "Do you hate me?"
"How could it be? If I were afraid, I could walk away by myself just now."
Bai Xiangling bent down to help Dongfang Yaomeng wipe away the tears, touched her head gently and said, "Don't cry, the tiger clan is a very brave race. As a descendant of the tiger clan, how can you cry so easily?