At night, the two of them sat in a small boat and traveled slowly.
The water and sky were the same color, and the cold moonlight poured down, reflecting on the young man's angular face, making that exquisite face even whiter and more translucent, like a heavenly being descending to earth.
Chang Le was wearing his satin robe, but he still felt that it was a little unreasonable. He couldn't help but tighten the corners of his clothes and asked tentatively: "You...your clothes..."
The person opposite replied briskly: "You can wear it."
The tone was calm and leisurely. Changle felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
After the silence, she began to think again. Looking at him, she had a lot of questions in her heart. Why would a man with such a powerful magic power go to such trouble to take her as a burden on the road?
The young man looked calm and leisurely. He did not feel uncomfortable at all under her gaze. Instead, he stared at her and said, "What do you think I am doing?"
Changle laughed awkwardly and said, "Well, I see you look good, haha."
The young man lay on his side at the bow of the boat, turned around leisurely, and said, "The fairy hasn't given me a name yet."
She expected that he would ask her some time, but she still didn't think about how to answer. She couldn't find a suitable answer for a while. After thinking about it again and again, one of them was worried, and the other two were worried. A soft voice came from the side: "Why don't I call you sister."
Changle trembled, wondering if he was not sitting firmly, and hurriedly held on to the edge of the boat. Feeling a little hot-headed, he took out a hand and pointed at himself and asked: "Me? Sister? You don't look good either." Small."
"I'll tell you the truth," the young man said with a strong voice, with a mysterious expression on his face that transcended the three realms and was not in reincarnation, "I am only a few thousand years old."
"You?" Changle felt unsteady again and fell down hard. It took him a long time to get up and said in surprise, "I never thought that you look quite mature..."
The young man raised his eyebrows at her and asked eagerly, "Is the boat not running smoothly?"
Changle shook again, waved his hands repeatedly, shrank into the corner, and stopped looking at him.
The night was soft and the sky was a little cool. She usually slept well, but in recent days she had been having trouble sleeping. Maybe she was worried about the invasion of monsters, or maybe she had some small things hidden in her heart, so she couldn't sleep well. OK.
The monsters, big and small, never stopped fighting, and the boy never let her take action. He always subdued the monsters in a few or two strokes. But he never used a sword or a magical weapon, and he killed the monsters on the spot with his bare hands and luck. This has always been the case. The most novel thing about Changle was that this was the first demon-subduing immortal she had met. She had never heard of a second-level immortal with profound magical power holding such a position before. When she was curious, she went to ask him, and the answer he gave Then he seemed to be ordinary: "Demon energy is rare to see in the immortal world once in a thousand years. My idle job is to be a carefree immortal, so it is rare." Changle was speechless.
However, when doubts arose in her mind, she still couldn't help but ask him: "A god with great magic power like you can solve all the troubles along the way by yourself, why do you have to bring me such a burden?" Every time she heard this, When asked questions like this, the young man always laughs, and his answers are strangely consistent: "I see you, sister, are very good friends. It's a small matter to bring a like-minded person along with you."
Chang Le had heard enough of such talk about being a good match. However, the young man did have an inexplicable and indescribable feeling of intimacy with her.
A light rain suddenly came and fell on the boat. Changle, who was taking a nap, opened her eyes dimly and looked into the foggy sky. A raindrop fell on her eyelashes, making her frown.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the young man formed a halo barrier to protect her from the rain, but he stood alone in the drizzle, looking deeply into the distance.
Changle was puzzled, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked, "Why don't you come in?"
What the young man gave her was a strong back. After hearing this, he turned around, raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "Nothing, you can go to sleep first."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Changle couldn't see his face clearly, but he heard his low and sexy voice. He always felt that something was wrong. Before he could see clearly what caused the rippling water on the sea, he felt that the hull of the ship began to rise.
She started to sway up and down. She fell unsteadily and sat down. She was sighing that her butt hurt so much when she suddenly heard a strong wind raging on the sea.
Needless to say, she could feel that something was coming.
In recent days, the two of them have encountered many magical beasts, but this is the first time that they have made such a big noise today. It was windy and rainy, the momentum was in place, and the sky was still dark, which made people feel sad.
Give birth to fear.
His eyes wandered around the person on the bow of the boat and asked: "A magical beast is coming... This time, can you feel what level it is?"
The young man's eyes and brows were all smiling, just like usual. He reinforced the barrier around her and said softly: "You don't have to do anything, I'll do it."
Changle looked at the barrier suspiciously, always feeling that things were not simple. He had never put up any barrier for himself when encountering any magical beasts on weekdays, let alone standing on the bow of the ship so seriously today.
Seeing those monsters inside, she didn't even bother to look at them. Thinking about this, she finally felt that she still had to do her part.
Sure enough, after a strong wind, the ship was already shaken by the rough waves. Suddenly, there was an eerie laughter all around, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, or like a sound coming from the bottom of the sea, which made people feel numb.
The numbness, accompanied by the huge sound of the waves, was deafening as if coming from all directions at the same time.
Chang Le was startled and did not dare to act rashly. He only heard the laughter hovering in the air, making a strange "gurgling" sound.
The young man was always calm and powerful. He waved his sleeves and circulated his breath. Changle felt that water vapor was evaporating all over his body, and his eyes suddenly became foggy.
She couldn't see anything clearly.
After the terrifying laughter, there was a long and distant sound of music. The music seemed to come from the depths of hell, lingering very close to her ears, with an eerie melody.
, causing her to break out in cold sweat.
She touched the palm of her hand and found it was cold. Resisting her fear, she walked out of the barrier, pushed aside the layers of fog, and tried to explore outside.
There is still the shadow of the boy on the bow of the boat.
She felt a little anxious in her heart. She tried to dispel the mist, but it was in vain.
The weird laughter stopped at some point and turned into a painful wail. It was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing. She was rising and falling, far and near. Suddenly, a sharp claw sank from her body.
It emerged from the mist and struck her neck unexpectedly, and the owner of that claw was a female ghost with disheveled hair and a ferocious face.
She was wearing a long blood-red dress, which had long been stained with blood, revealing her pale skeleton. Her long sleeves were flying, and her hair was dancing messily in the air. There was a long scar on her gray-white face, and her mouth was open and closed.
Showing its sharp fangs.
Changle was horrified and hurriedly dodged.
This is recorded in ancient books, the female ghost protecting the river by the Wangchuan River! But how could she come to the Demon-Conquering Sea and attack passers-by! The Forgotten River is under the jurisdiction of the Ming God, and the female ghost has been guarding the river by the Wangchuan River for millions of years.
You never leave your job, why are you here today?
The female ghost was very human. Seeing that the attack failed, she turned around and attacked her again. She hurriedly dodged several blows, but she still inevitably scratched her arm. Blood immediately appeared, and the female ghost also scratched her.
He held his paws and screamed, then rushed into the mist.
Changle hugged her painful arm, and when she was panicking, she saw the figure of the young man in the fog. She wanted to call him, but in less than a moment, his figure disappeared into the vast fog again. She entered the room where the young man left dejectedly.
protective barrier, and the miserable screams of the female ghost could be heard outside.
She was so frightened that she couldn't come back to her senses. She thought again and again. This female ghost is afraid of her blood. Doesn't that mean... the female ghost is also possessed by demonic energy?
If so, she still had the power to fight back. After thinking for a while, she suddenly realized that there was no sound outside. She looked around blankly, and the fog was quietly dissipating.
At some point, a white figure appeared on the bow of the ship.
The young man was dressed in a crescent-white gown, with flying black hair and misty clothes, as if he had been banished to the world. His face was also pale, but he still had a faint smile. When he saw Chang Le, he said gently: "I don't mean that you don't have to take action.
Huh?" Then he approached, took her injured hand, took out a bottle of ointment from somewhere, and bandaged her with medicine.
This series of movements was indeed a bit too natural. Before Changle could react, he had already tied several knots on his hands.
He lowered his eyes, like two clear springs, clear and bright, but with a bit of evil charm.
When he raised his head and looked over, Changle bumped into him without hesitation and asked: "We just fought with that female ghost, were you injured?"
The young man calmly took a few steps back, his usual smile appearing again: "Of course it's fine."
She wanted to do something, but she was secretly annoyed, but had no choice but to say: "Do you know who the female ghost is?"
"I don't know, but after I subdued her, the demonic aura of the Demon-Conquering Sea dissipated." The young man staggered and sat down leisurely on the bow of the boat. "We can go back from the bank of the Wangchuan River. Get closer."
Some."
Changle nodded and said: "Actually, she is not a magical beast at all. She is the female ghost guarding the Wangchuan River. However, she was also infected by the demonic energy, so she attacked us."
The young man lay helplessly on the boat and said, "So that's it, my sister knows better."
Remembering the scene where the female ghost attacked her but was afraid that her blood would be seen by him, she felt a little uncomfortable again.
Why didn't he ask himself?
Seeing his unconcerned look, Changle still couldn't restrain himself and couldn't help but leaned forward and asked: "Why aren't you curious, that female ghost is afraid of my blood?"