The last orange was happily eaten.

Chu Zhouzhi lowered his eyes and wiped his hands carefully. The white fingertips were filled with shallow oranges. He stared at him for two seconds, then turned his face to look at Ranbai, then reached out and pressed his hand between the girl's eyebrows without warning, laughing out loud, and said carelessly: "What's the other day, I'll learn how to draw flowers for you."

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were clear, leaving a faint mark at this moment, and there was a little more vividness outside the coldness. She frowned and then raised her hand to wipe it off with an expressionless face, and said with a cold face: "No need."

The road to Xijiang was calm and there was no turmoil. Nothing happened on the road, but there were a few more small tails.

Chu Zhouzhi was going to drive away people, but he was stopped by Ranbai, so it didn't matter.

The journey took a few days to pass, and when it was almost time for Western Xinjiang, Chu Zhouzhi asked Yunxi to park the carriage on the mountain, then got off the carriage and took Ranbai to the mountain.

The mountain road is deserted and overgrown with weeds. From a distance, the thin mist lingers in the mountains and forests, making the vision blurry.

There was no sound on the mountain, nor was there any sound of birds walking and birds moving, it was so quiet that it was weird.

"This old man loves to make these gadgets." Chu Zhouzhi said with a hint of disgust, his tone was a little disgusting. He was wearing an ice blue long gown and made him look cold and clear, making him look fair in skin. His long hair was tied with silver silk thread, making him look elegant and silly, and his voice was clear and lazy: "Follow me closely, don't lose it."

Ranbai glanced at the person walking in front of him. The blue of ice silk was very eye-catching in the mountains, like a clear spring in the mountain stream, with a lone back, only a slight tone that made her look scattered. She looked around her, thinking, and didn't say anything.

After a while, three people hurried over the carriage.

Feng Youyou looked at the figure gradually disappearing from her sight, and chased after her and said, "This is the border of the Western Frontier, and they should be here to find Heisha."

As he said that, Feng Youyou sneered: "I'm afraid I'm here to treat my throat, I'm afraid I'll disappoint Yan Bai. He will never treat the fire. He has never saved anyone in his life. How could he make an exception? Without the divine doctor valley, Yan Bai's throat would not be cured at all."

Liang Junshang couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

He had deposed Yan Bai's voice at the beginning because he was afraid that Yan Bai would use his voice to kill innocent people, so he never thought of turning her into a desolate person.

If her voice could be good...

Liang Junshang was silent for a moment,

Wouldn't you be so resentful to her?

But Jueyin Pavilion killed his parents, what qualifications does Yanbai have to blame him?

Why did he show mercy to Yanbai's men?

Liang Junshang took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and chased after Feng Youyou. Shiwu was silent, like a shadow accompanied Feng Youyou, with the red rope between his wrists set off his fair skin.

As we walked into the deep forest, heavy fog rose everywhere.

This is actually composed of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation. The Qimen Dunjia technique is the most mysterious. Those who do not understand this path accidentally enter the formation and are easily trapped in it.

"fifteen!"

"Brother Jun Shang!"

Feng Youyou's pupils shrank and his expression was a little panicked. He never expected that when he turned around, he could not see the figures of two people. It seemed that she was the only one left on the huge and empty mountain, and an echo came from the sky.

"Xiao Jiu." Chu Zhouzhi shouted, but received no response. His eyes were slightly cold. He turned around and only saw Yun Xi, but no Ranbai was seen.

Yunxi's face looked strange, "In the blink of an eye, Chujiu disappeared."

Chu Zhouzhi's smile was completely curled, his eyes were cold and dark, and he looked straight into the distance.

At this moment,

Ranbai appeared alone on the other side of the mountain forest, surrounded by tall forests and trees, lush and lush, lingering in the white mist. Only a few feet away could clearly see the scene in front of him. A little further away, it would blurred in the mist.

She threw an ordinary stone with her fingers and stood there for a few seconds. She suddenly threw the stone gently and threw it to a certain place. She threw it lightly, and the scene she was in changed again.

This Qimen Dunjia is indeed a bit interesting.

The sound of the wind came, and a figure in black suddenly appeared in front of Ranbai!

When the boy appeared here, he was slightly stunned for a moment, quickly stayed alert, and at the same time he saw the figure in white clothes leaning against the tree, as cold as snow, with deep eyes, and wearing a mask, unable to see his face clearly.

The dyed white curls the corners of the lips, and the smile is faint, not reaching the bottom of the eyes.

The atmosphere lasted for two seconds. Shiwu stared at her coldly, and suddenly he made an action. The sword in his hand came out of the scabbard and stabbed towards Ranbai without hesitation! This sword did not contain much murderous intent, but just wanted to pick out the mask Ranbai was wearing.

Ranbai did not avoid or dodge. The moment the sword stabbed, silver light hit the eyes. When the fallen leaves fell, they quietly clamped the blade with both fingers, and the force was neither light nor heavy.

The fifteen sword lights flipped and quickly fought with Ranbai.

Ranbai didn't avoid anything. He took out the soul-chasing flute with one hand, and the green color was bright and bright. He dodged the sword tips that were coming to his face countless times. The sound of the flute was as low as rain, echoing in the mountains and forests, and was even more out of the white clothes, unlike ordinary people.

The young man's black clothes, when he saw the soul-chasing flute in Ranbai's hands, his eyes were so cold that they almost freeze, and his sword energy became heavier.

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't kill anything, but instead attracted the poisonous substances dormant in the dark first!

Looking at it, it turned out that there were dense black spiders crawling towards them!

The rustling sounds made from climbing from all directions make your scalp numb.

"What did you do!" Fifteen gritted his teeth and had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​picking off the mask and switch to deal with the poison.

First, he appeared here for no reason, and then encountered such a disgusting thing. The boy was a little angry and worried that Feng Youyou would encounter danger alone.

Ranbai did not answer the boy's question at all. His eyes were frosty and cold. He stepped back while playing the flute. Step after step, Fifteen found that there were no poisons near Ranbai's side. All the spiders were attacking him. They gritted their teeth tightly and jumped toward Ranbai.

"What did you attract?" he asked in a deep voice.

Ranbai glanced at him, his eyes faintly mocked, but the cold pond was cold and silent in the depths.

If you step back, you will have no choice but to retreat. If you walk a few more steps, you will be at the edge of the cliff. The gravel is covered with white fog when you look down, and you can't see the depth and shade, which makes you dizzy.

The boy and Ranbai retreated to the edge of the cliff together.

The poisonous creatures were obviously afraid of the sound of the white flute and did not dare to approach it easily, but they were not completely afraid. As they had no way out, the poisonous creatures approached quickly as if they were conscious!

The boy took a deep breath, held the sword in his hand tightly, his slender fingers burst out with blue veins, his dark pupils were cold and firm, and he was ready to take action, but suddenly he heard a very light and hoarse laugh, which was as if it was his illusion.

"……ha."

The laughter was gone without a trace, and the sound was very faint.

The young man's gaze reflected the figure of white clothes as snow as snow. He held the soul-chasing flute in his hand and jumped down the cliff without hesitation! When he fell down on his back, he opened his arms as if he was welcoming the sacred unknown ceremony. The wind blew the hair, the white clothes as if he was falling butterfly, his eyes were thick and ink, and he was as cold as ghost valley!
Chapter completed!