"Sister Xiu'er, what are you doing?!"

At the entrance of the hall, there was a cry of surprise.

The thin skirt with sleeves as red as a wedding gown stopped suddenly as she was about to bend down.

She stood up and looked back, and saw Xiaoyu at the door taking a few steps back in fright.

The little girl was really a little scared. Just now, Sister Xiu'er was wearing the same white dress as them, but how come she changed her clothes in the blink of an eye, and it was still a blood-red dress.

Her red dress, combined with the scene in the hall at that moment.

The dragon coffin, the remains of a corpse, the strange blood pattern on the floor... a sense of déjà vu like listening to ghost stories as a child.

The little fish quietly took two steps back.

Luo Xiu whispered, "Save people."

Be brief and to the point.

But the slightly fluctuating female voice still made Xiaoyu, who was ready to say goodbye and run away in tears, breathe a sigh of relief.

It was definitely her sister Xiu'er.

"Sister Wuxiu, why did you change into red clothes? It's so scary. You're wearing something so thin in such a cold weather... Wait, you said you wanted to save someone?"

Xiaoyu muttered a few complaints, was stunned for a moment, then reacted and hurried forward.

Luo Xiu did not stop him and looked down at the person in the coffin.

The short little girl with missing front teeth trotted over to the coffin. She held the edge of the coffin with both hands, stood on tiptoes, and looked down.

Then she saw clearly the scene inside the dragon coffin.

Saw the man with the broken arm.

"Sister Xiu'er." Xiaoyu raised her head, her face serious, "You roasted a man?"

Luo Xiu: “…”

I almost forgot that Zhao Rong had severe burns all over his body, so it was normal that the little girl didn't recognize him at first sight.

Luo Xiu choked for a moment, pursed her lips and repeated, "Save people."

Xiaoyu tilted his head and took another closer look. He quickly realized the familiar features of the broken arm and recognized Zhao Rong:

"Sister Xiu'er, you...you mean...this is Young Master Zhao!?"

Luo Xiu nodded.

Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Rong, who was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and suddenly cried anxiously. After all, he was the young man that the benefactor liked and followed:

"Young Master, he...how come he was roasted?"

Luo Xiu: “…”

Can you change your words, little girl? You keep talking about food.

She had been feeling solemn and serious in her heart, but the atmosphere was suddenly ruined by this gluttonous little girl, and the woman was speechless.

"This..." Seeing Sister Xiu'er was silent, Xiaoyu swallowed some questions.

She lowered her head and looked carefully at Zhao Rong who was seriously injured in the coffin, then looked up again and glanced at Sister Xiu'er's outfit.

Plus the behavior of the latter whom she had just bumped into at the door.

"Sister Xiu'er, are you going to give him the Pure White Cold Palace?"

Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe and supported the tall wall of the coffin, with her palms folded and placed on the edge of the wall. Her chin rested lightly on the back of her folded hands, and her voice was soft.

Luo Xiu glanced at her but still said nothing. Instead, she asked about the settlement of the sixteen separated women outside.

Xiaoyu, who had come to Sister Xiu'er to take credit, did not do so this time. He just responded softly.

Then, the atmosphere between the two girls, one big and one small, fell silent again for a while.

"Sister Xiu'er, is it worth it?"

The little girl suddenly asked.

Her eyes were always on the roasted young man lying in the coffin, and she did not turn around to look at Sister Xiu'er's expression at the moment.

Although Zhao Rong has a very deep connection with the benefactor whom Xiaoyu wants to repay, and the benefactor is even in love with him so much that he would sacrifice his life for him, in Xiaoyu's heart, the innocence of Sister Xiu'er, who he lives with day and night like a family member, is also extremely important.

She is young, but she knows a lot about some things.

Although the little girl had grown up in a place of brothel like Zuixianlou, it was precisely because of this that she became more aware of the importance of female chastity.

Moreover, the culture of the Li people places great emphasis on chastity, as can be seen from the custom of using the Jiutian Hangong Flower to verify the virginity of a Li woman on her wedding night.

This is actually related to the "Bright Moon Faith" that has been rooted in the culture of the earth and the blood of humans for thousands of years, and what is worshipped is the pure and innocent goddess.

Therefore, for a Li Nu, she must either strictly abide by the rules and regulations of the string music Li Nu for her entire life, or she must directly entrust herself to one person, but only to one person for her entire life.

I even heard that among ancient people, the former idea was more extreme and popular...

So no matter what, the little girl didn't want Sister Xiu'er to rashly offer up the legendary precious pure white cold palace in her body just because of the momentary self-admiration caused by her dedication.

This is irresponsible not only to Sister Xiu'er but also to Mr. Zhao who is seriously injured and in a coma.

Luo Xiu heard this but did not turn around.

Like Xiaoyu, she looked down at this "strange man" who had hurried over to give them the map despite being in great danger not long ago.

Xiaoyu knew about her affairs in the Pure White Cold Palace.

At that time, Luo Xiu fled Xingzi Town with the little girl. Before they were stopped by the people sent by the noble, they slept in the open air, freely, and walked a very long distance along the bright moon and the big river.

Luo Xiu was just like the little fish who came out to see the world for the first time. She was surprised to find that their hometown was so big.

She used to live a busy life, taking the convenient sea of ​​clouds ferry to go everywhere. It turned out that there were so many beautiful sights that she had overlooked in her hurry.

Second daughter.

One is a girl named Xian Le Li, who was of noble status, had enjoyed wealth and glory and the utmost favor, but finally escaped.

One is a naive boat girl who is of low status, suffers from contempt, hunger and cold, but still craves to eat fish.

But on every bonfire night, they sit together by the fire.

Every cold night in the wilderness, they hugged each other in their quilts and fell asleep.

They get along harmoniously and closely, and their relationship is better than that of family members.

It was also during this short but exceptionally relaxing journey that Luo Xiu and Xiao Yu confided their past stories and troubles to each other.

Therefore, Xiaoyu knew the secret of Luoxiu's pure white cold palace.

I even joked that Sister Xiu'er might encounter a bloody plot in a storybook, where her destined lover was fatally injured and she needed to sacrifice herself to save him...

However, the two girls were just laughing, scolding and joking at the time, but now it seemed as if their words had come true, and the two girls fell silent.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had been unconscious, suddenly groaned in pain. The voice was weak, but it made Luo Xiu's nervous body tremble.

Fortunately, it was nothing serious. Zhao Rong stopped moving and his weak breathing became much more stable. Luo Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Zhao Rong's charred face and frowned slightly. She didn't know if he was dreaming or what he was dreaming about.

Luo Xiu reached out her hand, pursed her lips, and carefully smoothed her frown with her fingertips.

In fact, she always thought that the best looking parts of his face were his lips and eyebrows, which looked very heroic and lively.

The woman had always wanted to say something to him, but she didn't open her mouth until she left, perhaps because she felt that her words might easily lead to misunderstanding.

But now when I see him again, his eyebrows and lips have been ruined.

The day we agreed to say goodbye is now completely unknown.

Just when Xiaoyu had been waiting for a long time and thought that Sister Xiu'er would not answer.

"What's worth it?"

Luo Xiu lowered her head and used her handkerchief to gently wipe Zhao Rong's lips, which had been burned into a pink flesh color.

Xiaoyu grabbed Sister Xiu'er's hand and said seriously: "But this is your first time, and it is also the most important chastity for a woman."

She nodded seriously and said, "I took a closer look. Young Master Zhao's physique is different from that of an ordinary warrior. His vitality is weak but very tenacious. He will not die. His injuries have stabilized and his life is safe. Moreover, there is plenty of spiritual energy here. If we take good care of him and give him spiritual medicine to let him recover slowly, it will be the safest way."

Xiaoyu paused and continued: "This is our best effort and we have done our utmost duty." He did not mention any personal feelings.

In the past, Xiaoyu, who was often taught and reprimanded by Luo Xiu, turned against her today. The little girl used reason to persuade Sister Xiu.

However, Luo Xiu shook her head.

Xiaoyu was a little anxious. "Sister Xiu'er, it really doesn't have to be this bad. Mr. Zhao's current situation is not like what is written in the stories and novels where his life is hanging by a thread and you have to sacrifice yourself to survive."

Luo Xiu lowered her head and asked, "What about the hidden injury that hinders his path? What about his graceful appearance and arms that are indispensable for him as a Confucian scholar..."

It seemed like she was asking Xiaoyu, but also like she was asking herself.

The little fish was silent.

She really didn't say this on purpose because she didn't want Sister Xiu'er to feel guilty.

The little girl lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes, then took out her handkerchief and handed it to Luo Xiu, who took it and continued to wipe Zhao Rong's face.

The handkerchief in her hand had been wiped dirty.

Xiaoyu looked up at Luo Xiu and did not continue to argue that "there is no shortage of rare treasures on the mountain" and "after Mr. Zhao recovers, we can make long-term plans to eliminate his hidden injuries and disfigurement"...

She calmed down and shook her head and said to Luo Xiu:

"Sister Xiu'er, Xiaoyu will not persuade you anymore, but there are some things I must tell you. After you have considered these, make a decision. When the time comes, Xiaoyu will fully support your choice."

"good."

Xiaoyu looked at the ancient ruins outside and said, "Have you ever thought about what the 'king' would do if she knew that you had lost the precious Pure White Han Palace?"

Without even looking up, Luo Xiu said softly, "Xiao Yu, have you forgotten why we went to the Moon Palace with this noble lady? I didn't want to stay here for long. If she is disappointed in me and drives her away, that would be the best. I'm just afraid that it will implicate you..."

Xiaoyu shook her head and interrupted: "I will go with you. Wherever Xiu'er goes, I will go. Until I am able to repay her kindness, I will come back to Wangquezhou. Before that, I will follow Sister Xiu'er."

Luo Xiu smiled.

Xiaoyu didn't give her time to relax, and continued: "Sister Xiu'er, I haven't finished yet. I know you want to repay Mr. Zhao's kindness, but when it comes to this kind of thing, besides Mr. Zhao who can't answer, you also have to think about it for yourself."

"What are you thinking about for yourself?"

The woman's tone was calm, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

Xiaoyu shook her head. "If that benefactor or any other woman around Mr. Zhao also had Pure White Cold Palace and chose to do this, I would never ask this question, but Sister Xiu'er... Mr. Zhao has been burned to this extent. He is unconscious and has no feeling, but you are very awake. You have to endure... a lot of discomfort and pain."

Luo Xiu fell silent.

Didn't that girl dream of the beauty of the first time when she was a girl? Didn't she want the man she committed to be handsome? At least he had to be good-looking in her eyes, right? Let the first time be perfect, give each other happiness, and have no regrets.

But now in front of her...

The handkerchief in Xiaoyu's hand in Luo Xiu's hand was stained again.

The wounds on his face were too severe, there was too much blood, and some of the cracks allowed one to see the bones underneath.

But she was determined to wipe Zhao Rong's face clean, wanting to... bring back his former appearance.

However, these were in vain.

This is a face that is so disfigured that it is unrecognizable.

For a moment, Luo Xiu couldn't help but feel confused.

Is this him... Is this still him? Is this still the Mr. Zhao she remembered?

In other words, the one she was willing to sacrifice herself to help was the handsome, generous and interesting Mr. Zhao, or the disfigured, half-human Mr. Zhao in front of her.

There seems to be no difference between the two, they are both the same person, but sometimes for women, the difference is huge.

For example... do you like his appearance, or are you completely attracted by his interesting soul?

The handkerchief slipped from the woman's trembling fingers.

It fell on Zhao Rong's face.

For a moment, this horrible face was covered up.

Xiaoyu was talking to herself, but her voice gradually became smaller. "Sister Xiu'er, although I am still young and don't understand much about this kind of thing, I have lived in Zuixianlou since I was a child, and I also... understand a little bit. Once when I was delivering water to a room, I lowered my head and took a look... Well, isn't it that not following the Zhougong etiquette means being bullied by men? I don't know why these people like to press on us women and won't get down even if we cry out in pain."

The little girl frowned, thinking she understood but actually didn't: "Also, I have served those sisters who received guests. They always liked to discuss the beauty and ugliness of the guests and some abilities that I couldn't understand in private. It seems that they are more willing to let young and handsome guests enter the room to suppress them. Um, right..."

She blushed and whispered, "Sister Xiu'er, it seems that your Pure White Palace will be used in the same way, but Young Master Zhao is unconscious, how can I suppress you? This... Zhou Gong Li seems to be impossible to complete. Otherwise, let's just forget it."

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she waited for a while, but there was no response from Luo Xiu. The little girl looked up and saw that Luo Xiu looked a little strange.

She lowered her head in silence and looked at Mr. Zhao's covered face below, unable to see his expression clearly.

Xiaoyu called softly, "Sister Xiu'er."

At this moment, the handkerchief covering Zhao Rong's disfigured face was lifted up by a hand, revealing his face underneath again.

Luo Xiu gently held the handkerchief and continued to wipe the young man's eyebrows, eyes and lips softly.

She already had the answer for herself.

Then... Luo Xiu raised her chin coldly and proudly:

"Giving him the Pure White Palace has nothing to do with him. This is my own choice. As a child of Jianghu, I enjoy taking revenge and repaying kindness. I don't care about his appearance."

Xiaoyu was stunned, looking at Sister Xiuer who was very chivalrous and generous.

She also recalled the night when Luo Xiu took her away in Xingzi Town, and Su Xin's chivalrous back.

She was also wearing this red dress at that time.

Luo Xiu spoke in a proud and forthright tone but felt completely different inside. She glanced sideways slightly, avoiding the little girl's direct gaze.

After a moment, Xiaoyu muttered, "How come Sister Xiu'er is still so handsome?", and his face became serious. He nodded at her and said nothing more.

Xiaoyu turned around and ran towards the door, "Sister Xiu'er, I support your choice. I'll go watch the door for you. Come on, you must save Young Master Zhao!"

This girl.

Luo Xiu twitched the corner of her lips and said, "No peeking."

Xiaoyu's feet tilted and he almost stumbled, "..."

Obviously, Sister Xiu'er seemed to have remembered her "dark history" of peeking at the guests of Zuixianlou.

"Weren't you distracted and not listening just now..."

The little fish muttered something, nodded like pecking at rice, and was about to leave.

Luo Xiu: "In addition..."

The little girl looked back curiously.

The woman in the red dress standing in the coffin raised her head slightly, curled her lips and said crisply: "I should be the one to suppress him."

The tone is arrogant.

At the door, the little girl was stunned.

Shouldn't being suppressed be considered as completing the task? Why is it Sister Xiu'er who is suppressing Young Master Zhao?

Xiaoyu, who only understood a little, always felt that something was wrong, which was in huge conflict with her simple understanding... Hmm, what was wrong? It was strange.

She walked away with big doubts hidden in her little head, closed the door of the palace, and let Sister Xiu'er feel at ease. It was wrong to suppress someone, so save them!

Xiaoyu nodded and looked at the door carefully.

Silence returned to the hall.

Luo Xiu withdrew her gaze.

Her skirt was as red as a wedding gown, and she looked up at the starry sky above her head with a strange glow in her eyes.

"Sir, I am here to show my respect. I am a pure woman, and I only want you, my good man."

A woman suddenly said.

She took out a pure white Jiutian Hangong flower.

Biting the finger until blood dripped.

The blood drops slid across the petals without staining them in the slightest, leaving the petals still pure snow-white.

A pure virgin.

"Sir, shut up and stop using sweet words to coax me."

Luo Xiu tilted her ear slightly, as if listening to something, with the corner of her lips raised.

"Sir, let go. Don't be so frivolous."

The woman smiled, unbuttoned her dress, and let her red wedding dress slide down to her delicate and round shoulders.

The hall was extremely quiet. She was the only one standing there, mumbling to herself in a strange voice.

At this time, another painting was added to the hall. It was a familiar minimalist structure with blank space. The snow-capped mountains were covered with clouds and there was no trace of people on the paths. There was a vast expanse of white snow between the sky and the earth. In the middle stood a towering and dazzling pure white cold palace, in which seemed to be lived a holy goddess.

"Sir, stop..."

The woman bent over, raised her legs, knelt on both sides of Zhao Rong's body, and sat on him.

"Sir, don't go too far..."

A jade hand tore off the tattered Confucian robe underneath, which had long been burned by the flames.

"Young Master..."

She reached out her hand and gently stroked Zhao Rong's charred face, and her fingertips carefully rubbed his eyes and eyebrows without eyelashes.

The woman looked at him with gentle eyes.

She suddenly felt a little shy, her eyes dodged like a deer, and she said softly:

"Sir... kiss me."

The woman held the sleeping "horrible" face in her hands, not caring at all, and shyly lowered her head to kiss his lips that didn't look like lips...

Her little face got even redder.

a long time.

She raised her head, her lips and teeth were covered in blood.

The woman's throat bulged slightly as she swallowed the blood in her mouth.

She bit her red lips, panting slightly, and breathed in the air for a while.

"Young Master!"

She let out a soft cry of passion, and could not help lowering her head, pecking his eyebrows and eyes with her blood-red lips, the eyebrows and eyes that she also liked now.

And then.

Luo Xiu stood up and licked her red lips that were stained black and red with her pink tongue. Her mouth was filled with the taste of his charred flesh and blood.

At this time, her hair was jet black and spread over her snow-white and clean back.

His whole body was as white as the snow in early winter.

It formed a very sharp contrast with Zhao Rong below, whose body was covered in black and blood.

Finally, inside the dragon coffin, the 'snow-white woman' stared at the 'black man' with stunned eyes:

"Sir... please don't let me down."

Boom——

The mechanism of the dragon coffin was activated and the coffin lid slowly closed.

The scene inside the coffin and the movements of the woman's body after she fell down were blocked. However, before the coffin lid was completely closed, "Aiya... Young Master is bullying me!"

“…”

The heavy dragon coffin blocked all sounds, and the hall returned to silence...

…

Gui actually had been awake for some time.

Just a little weak.

The sword it borrowed from the 'Fu Shi' to kill the dragon consumed the soul power that the sword spirit had accumulated with great difficulty.

However, although it was listless and in a low state, it still heard all the conversation between Luo Xiu and Xiao Yu.

Gui recognized Luo Xiu, who was the interesting girl who was "released" by Zhao Rong in Xingzi Town that night.

And it possesses some of the medicinal power of the Pure White Cold Palace, one of the ten divine furnaces.

Therefore, the sword spirit remembered her very clearly, and even planned to instigate Zhao Rong to raise this Li Nu and obtain the Pure White Cold Palace, and then use it to combine it with a magical medicine in its memory that could instantly improve the host's talent for cultivation when on the verge of death.

It is simply exquisite when paired with the pure white Han Palace that can be "revive with full health".

It’s a pity that some idiot let Luo Xiu go.

However, the pure white cold palace bloodline of this Li Nu seems to be not very pure. The medicinal power cannot reach the complete legendary pure white cold palace. It is unable to repair the broken dantian, damaged spiritual platform heart lake and other foundations of cultivation, and cannot cooperate with the anti-Tao magic medicine.

So I didn't feel regretful for too long. I cursed someone and then put it out of my mind.

But it could never have imagined that it would meet this interesting girl again in the imperial mausoleum today, and that someone was also seriously injured and dying.

"As expected of you, Zhao Rong. I am willing to call you the best sword master of all time. Oh, no wonder you keep saying you want to change your name to Peach Blossom Sword Master. You are doomed to be in love, and it will never end, right?"

In the lake of his heart, the purple-robed sword spirit appeared illusory, and he complained in a depressed mood.

However, it did not admire Zhao Rong for playing the long game to catch a big fish.

because……

"If you had listened to Zhao Qian'er earlier and collected the essence of her Pure White Cold Palace in Xingzi Town, you would have been done with it. Maybe you could have used it as a trump card when fighting that old beast before, and revived it with full health. You wouldn't be in such a mess now. You could have sprinkled some cumin and chili on your meat and eaten it as barbecue..."

The sword spirit is tired and no longer has the energy to complain about someone.

But now, seeing that the woman outside seemed to be offering the food... no, offering the Pure White Cold Palace, the sword spirit immediately perked up.

"No way, Zhao Rong is already burnt like this, and you don't mind? You still want to go?"

I didn't understand, but I was deeply shocked.

"Really? I don't know what's so good about this guy that he makes you women..." It said this, but its soul power and spiritual consciousness, which had just recovered a little, quietly stretched out its brow chakra and looked outside.

Gui felt that it had done its duty to keep watch over the Sword Master while he was unconscious.

But the next second, Gui, who was nodding secretly, slightly moved by his own dedication to duty, suddenly withdrew his soul power and spiritual consciousness.

Like a frightened deer.

Because it saw again inside the dark coffin, the ferocious dragon that it had killed in the Heart Abyss reappeared.

“……???”

In this river?

But soon, the purple-robed sword spirit that was cursing began to react.

"Wait, I understand a little bit. The power of these evil dragons comes from dragon energy and desire. They have absorbed the desires and evil thoughts in the dragon energy and the negative emotions in Zhao Rong's heart, so."

Therefore, the demon dragon that was born in the Heart Abyss not long ago gave Zhao Rong powerful physical strength in all aspects.

It's all-round!

Therefore, negative emotions affected the physical body, but at that time Zhao Rong was fighting with Qin Jianfu in a desperate situation, his heart was filled with killing and he had no time to care about these things.

The sword spirit couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

So in short, the dragon is dead, but not completely dead.

The ferocious dragon that ate the evil dragons in the Heart Lake had already been killed by Zhao Rong, and now there was another dragon that had been resurrected outside.

“…”

It felt that it could not kill the remaining one. It did not know the sword technique. Well, it was too weak. It should let the female knight do it.

Hearing the noise outside, the purple-clothed sword spirit nodded in his heart with a serious expression, and then used his spiritual sense to explore outside to observe and learn.

a long time.

Inside the heart lake, the purple-robed sword spirit was watching a fierce battle attentively with the mentality of learning swordsmanship. Well, it was fierce in every sense of the word.

It sighed softly: "I didn't expect that it would be okay even if it was burnt. You are worthy of being the Master of Peach Blossom Sword." The sword spirit admired it very much.

At this time, Lady Luoxiu was confronting the new dragon in the dark.

The master of Peach Blossom Sword is in a coma and can only provide spiritual support to the heroine.

But the heroine was brave and determined, and vowed to subdue the dragon and rescue the master of the Peach Blossom Sword.

The dragon raised its head and pounced forward.

The woman leaped up, flipped her body, and rode on the back of the dragon first, looking down from a high position, fighting on its back, gaining the upper hand, while maintaining her momentum!

Suppress this unruly dragon with all your strength.

But the dragon is cunning, and there are many barbs and bumps on its back, like saw teeth.

It is difficult for ordinary people to control.