There was a certain temptation in his words, which instantly woke Hua Xiangwan up.

She was somewhat shocked by the desire that had just arisen in her, and was also somewhat surprised that Xie Changji would actually say such a thing.

She leaned over to grab the water cup beside her, avoiding his touch without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "I appreciate your kindness, but I have already told you what I want. I am very grateful for helping me to sit on the throne of the Demon Lord."

As she spoke, she took a sip from the water cup and turned to look at the person sitting next to her: "I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while. Do you want to meditate first?"

Xie Changji listened to her words and slowly raised his eyes.

Hua Xiangwan's eyes were clear, without any emotion or desire for him. She vaguely felt that he wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, she interrupted him in advance, like a bystander watching a fire from the other side of the river, and said lightly: "You shouldn't have said that just now."

Xie Changji said nothing, he just looked at her silently.

After looking at each other for a moment, he asked softly, "Can others do it?"

Hua Xiangwan avoided his gaze and said, "Then it has nothing to do with you."

Xie Changji was speechless.

He actually wanted to argue, but before he opened his mouth, he remembered what Kunxuzi said the night before they left.

"She confiscated the red envelopes from your master and I. She said she didn't owe any love debts. I can only say that you are obsessed with her because she died in front of you. Otherwise, she would rather give up everything and return to the West Territory, and this marriage would not be possible."

In fact, Kunxuzi knew this without him having to say it.

She is not a drag person, and she won't let anyone get tangled up in things if she doesn't like it.

Just like Wen Shaoqing, forcing her to do something would only result in disgust.

And if she liked him, when she went to Tianjian Sect, she would have asked him to thank Changji by name.

But she didn't.

This marriage, this opportunity to start over, was something he had forced from the very beginning.

This was his only chance.

He lowered his eyes, slowly calmed down, stood up, and said, "You should take a rest."

An Jing sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his back to her.

Seeing him meditate, Hua Xiangwan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She lay on the bed, feeling the changes in her body, and couldn't help but feel a little absurd.

She actually had feelings for Xie Changji just now?

It's been two hundred years, and they still haven't changed their bad habits.

It must be because this person is too good-looking. It would be the same no matter who comes.

She calmed herself down, decided not to think about it any more, and lay back on the bed to rest.

Xie Changji looked at the incense burner on the table and waited until nightfall, when there was a knock on the door.

"Thank you, Senior, Young Master Hua," the voice of "Yun Qingxu" sounded, and said respectfully, "It's time, is it convenient for me to come in?"

Hearing the voice, Xie Changji slowly raised his head and looked towards the door.

Hua Xiangwan was awakened by a knock on the door and mumbled, "Wait a moment."

As she spoke, she rubbed her forehead and supported herself to stand up.

She turned her head and saw Xie Changji sitting in the moonlight, with no sign of leaving.

She hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but shoo him away: "Go next door."

Xie Changji didn't move. Hua Xiangwan was puzzled: "Xie Changji?"

Hearing her question, Xie Changji lowered his eyes and looked at his own shadow on the ground.

The shadow was blurry and only a human figure could be vaguely seen.

These are human shadows, all human shadows, and they all look so dark and twisted.

He stared at the shadow, struggling to close his eyes.

After a long time, he stood up holding Xiaobai, walked slowly to the door, opened the door, and saw "Yun Qingxu" already waiting at the door.

Seeing him open the door, Yun Qingxu raised his head and smiled, saying respectfully, "Thank you, senior."

Xie Changji stared at him for a long time, and only reminded him: "When I come to the Western Territory, you should call me Shaojun."

Xue Zidan was stunned when he heard this as he didn't expect him to say this. Xie Changji brushed past him and walked into the next room.

Looking at the empty corridor, Xue Zidan thought for a moment, then realized what Xie Changji had said and sneered.

He turned and went into the room, closed the door, cast a barrier, and walked to the bed.

Hua Xiangwan was still sitting on the bed rubbing her temples. Xue Zidan glanced at her and asked, "Headache?"

"Too much sleep."

Hua Xiangwan explained, she put down her hands, got off the bed, sat on the futon on the floor, and said calmly: "Come on."

"Do you know what he just said to me?"

Xue Zidan sat down while talking and placed the silver needles in a row in front of Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan didn't listen carefully to their conversation, but she couldn't say anything shocking to thank Changji, so she just said, "What?"

"He told me," Xue Zidan raised his head and chuckled, "that he wanted me to call him Shao Jun."

Hua Xiangwan felt somewhat helpless after hearing this, but after thinking for a while, she said, "He is indeed my young master now."

Xue Zidan's expression darkened when he heard this, and he shook his head: "You are really cruel."

"Seek medical treatment," Hua Xiangwan reminded him, "or else get out."

“Tsk.”

Xue Zidan was warned by her and dared not say more. He took out a bottle of medicine from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Hua Xiangwan: "As usual, I can expel the poison from your blood and let you be at peace temporarily. But the poison is always in all your organs and bones, and within a month the toxin will be soaked in your blood again. But these new poisons have not been stimulated by the Demon Lord's Blood Order, so they will not cause you pain. When the poison is expelled tonight, you will feel severe pain all over your body. Drink this medicine, it will weaken your five senses, so you will feel better."

"It hurts even if I drink it."

Hua Xiangwan took the medicine bottle obediently, but she still complained. Xue Zidan smiled and said, "It's not like you haven't tried it before while awake. Do you want to try it today to see how painful it is?"

"never mind."

Hua Xiangwan drank the medicine in one gulp and said calmly, "I'm not a fool."

Xue Zidan saw that she had a dull expression. He lowered his eyes and fixed them on the scar on her chest. A hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"Ah Wan..." He said hoarsely, "Is it really worth it to have come this far?"

His words were a little unclear due to the effects of the medicine.

Hua Xiangwan only saw his mouth opening and closing, and vaguely heard him seem to be calling him.

She began to lose sight of her surroundings, hear people talking, and smell…

All her senses and touch became numb, she closed her eyes and slowly fell into a state of half wakefulness and half sleep.

She was skilled at entering into the dreams she created. This dream was of an ice field. This had been her habit for the past two hundred years.

It was not until the destruction of Hehuan Palace that she understood why the realm of life and death was covered with ice and snow all year round.

Because only in this kind of coldness can people maintain self-discipline and control their desires to the greatest extent, without indulging in any weakness.

She sat down cross-legged, feeling countless chains wrapped around her body, binding her tightly.

The pain surged up in waves, and she gritted her teeth in this dreamlike snowstorm.

Just bear with it a little longer.

She told herself skillfully that if she just endured it, it would pass.

With extreme patience, Xie Changji faced the direction of Hua Xiangwan's room, holding Xiaobai in his arms, and stared quietly at the white wall.

In front of him was a picture of a moth flying into a flame, hanging high on the wall. Behind the wall was the barrier of "Yun Qingxu", separating him from them.

The room was unusually quiet. Xiaobai lay on his lap, shivering as he combed his hair.

After a while, there was a sudden noise from the side: "Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo!!"

Hearing the incessant "wuwu" sound, Xie Changji did not turn around, but raised his hand and pointed at the scroll on the table. The scroll opened, and a woman who was tightly tied with a fairy rope and had a silk cloth stuffed in her mouth instantly rolled out of the painting.

She twisted desperately on the ground, and Xie Changji raised his hand again, and the silk cloth in her mouth flew out and fell to the ground.

Finally able to speak, Hu Mian immediately started to curse: "Xie Changji, is there something wrong with your brain? You can arrest people if you want, why did you tie me up?!"

"You will run."

Xie Changji explained.

"Then you can't shut me up!"

"You're too noisy."

Fox Sleep: “…”

After these two sentences, Hu Mian turned his head in pain: "I was right, you are a man with only skin but no soul. Junior Sister was really blind, how could she have liked you back then?"

Xie Changji knew that she was a chatterbox, so he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Hu Mian looked at him with disdain, turned away, and lay on the ground for a while, then turned back and asked with some worry: "How is Junior Sister?"

"Since you treat her as your junior sister, why do you do such a cruel thing?"

Xie Changji didn't blink, Hu Mian pursed his lips and said, "She... won't be in any danger."

"Why?"

"Xue..." Hu Mian almost blurted out, but quickly changed his name, "Isn't that Taoist priest from Dao Sect following her? He is a good doctor."

"So you poisoned her."

When Xie Changji said this, Hu Mian was stunned.

She looked at him blankly and asked back, "Poison?"

Sensing something was wrong, Xie Changji frowned and asked, "You were not the one who poisoned me?"

Hu Mian thought blankly for a moment, and then his face looked a little ugly.

"I didn't poison you," she said in a harsh voice, "I just...used the Demon Lord's Blood Order."

Xie Changji didn't understand what he was saying. Hu Mian didn't know what he was thinking of, and his face turned pale. "She must be suffering from the poison in her body."

"I've been giving her blood transfusions lately," Xie Changji said in a steady voice. "I don't have enough blood to replace all of it at once, but I've replaced most of it. If it's an old poison, it shouldn't be a big deal now."

Hu Mian was silent, she seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, she laughed and said, "So they're treating the poison while you just sit here?"

"Um."

"You are so generous," Hu Mian said gloatingly, "A man and a woman alone, undressing, mixing their spiritual powers, and accidentally firing their guns..."

"Fox Sleep," Xie Changji turned around and looked at her with a warning, "Be careful with your words."

"Am I not telling the truth?"

Hu Mian laughed. She sensed for a moment and used her spiritual sense to strike Hua Xiangwan lightly. The barrier shattered instantly and the sounds from next door became clearly audible.

"Yun Qingxu" panted, and Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but groan occasionally because of the pain.

These sounds intertwined together, and Xie Changji's eyes instantly turned cold when he looked at Hu Mian.

Hu Mian observed his expression and raised an eyebrow: "Want to kill someone?"

Xie Changji said nothing.

No one knew that in the past two hundred years, when faced with any painful emotions, he had learned nothing but killing.

When he lost his friends and loved ones, it was the killing of the alien world that brought him peace.

In the journey of love, when he was jealous, painful, and helpless, it was blood that brought him comfort.

From the moment he lost everything at the age of twenty-one, no one taught him anything else.

The only three years of vivid life before he was twenty-one, in his blank years, were not enough to withstand the two hundred years of ice and frost in the realm of life and death.

It’s just that Yun Qingxu is different from Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing is the person Hua Xiangwan wants to kill. He has evil intentions towards Hua Xiangwan and has been bullying her for two hundred years in the name of benefactor. Even the fact that he is a "benefactor" is fake.

Not only is there no gratitude, but there is hatred.

At least it was reasonable for him to kill Wen Shaoqing.

But what did Yun Qingxu do wrong?

As a disciple of Dao Zong, he helps the weak and rescues people in times of emergency. How could he have such thoughts?

So he could do nothing. Hua Xiangwan refused to accompany him, and Yun Qingxu could not be killed. He could only sit here, like a trapped beast tied with chains.

Hu Mian looked at his changing expression with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to help you?"

Xie Changji stared at her: "What can you help me with?"

"On you," Hu Mian raised his chin towards his arm, "there is a mark of dreaming every night."

Hearing this, Xie Changji remained silent.

In the practice of dual cultivation, Hu Mian can be considered as Hua Xiangwan's guide. It is not surprising that she is more sensitive than Hua Xiangwan.

Seeing that he acquiesced, Hu Mian said with a hint of temptation: "I can help you hide the fluctuations when using this dream seal, so that you can enter her dream quietly, how about it?"

"Why should I go into her dream?"

Xie Changji spoke in a flat voice. Hu Mian glared at him, feeling very disappointed that they could not make it. "Dreams are the closest to a person's true heart. If you don't go and take a look, how do you know what she really thinks?"

"It doesn't matter?" Hu Mian interrupted Xie Changji before he could speak, raising his eyebrows, "You can lie to me, but can you lie to yourself? Besides, didn't you say you wanted to follow the path she walked? She entered your dream back then, and now you can enter her dream, so why not?"

"Besides, she and Yun Qingxu are next door, but you can't get close to them. You should at least accompany her in your dreams, right? Otherwise, what are you doing in the West?"

Hu Mian's tone was full of sarcasm: "Let's just come and see how she is doing now and who is accompanying her?"

"You really want to go."

Xie Changji spoke up, and Hu Mian's face froze. Xie Changji looked up at her and asked, "Why are you leaving?"

"I am too embarrassed to see her now," Hu Mian said honestly, knowing that there was nothing to hide. "There are some things I need to figure out. I will succeed soon, and when I figure it out, I will come back naturally."

The two of them remained silent and remained in a stalemate.

Hu Mian thought about it and wanted to find a reason to convince Xie Changji, but before she could open her mouth, the magic rope tied around her body suddenly disappeared.

Hu Mian was startled, then became happy, quickly got up from the ground, grabbed Xie Changji's sleeve, and said happily: "Come, I'll revise it for you."

As she spoke, she lifted up his sleeves and a seal appeared.

Hu Mian used his spiritual power to slightly change the runes on the dream seal, then closed his eyes and chanted a spell.

When she closed her eyes for a moment, a sword technique penetrated silently from her arm, and finally stopped behind her neck, illuminating a sword pattern, and then disappeared into her body.

After Hu Mian finished modifying the Dream Seal, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "After so many years, other talismans are obviously so good, why are the Dream Seal and other dual cultivation spells so bad?"

She let go of Xie Changji's hand, looked up at him, thought for a moment, and finally said, "If you want to win her back, don't be depressed every day. Talk more, smile more, and let her see your good side."

"Um."

Xie Changji lowered his head and replied, "I will learn."

Seeing his expression, Hu Mian waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving."

As he spoke, Hu Mian walked to the window, leaned against the window shutter and jumped down.

The room was empty. Xie Changji lowered his head and looked at the dream mark on his arm. After a long time, he raised his hand and drew a line before closing his eyes.

A blackness appeared before his eyes and he walked forward. After walking for a while, he felt a familiar chill on his face.

White began to fill his vision, and the vast ice field before him seemed like he had arrived at the boundary between life and death.

But this is not the realm of life and death.

He looked forward and saw a woman sitting on the ice field with her eyes closed in meditation.

This is the ice field in her heart, and she places herself here, just like he did back then.

Mistakenly believing that the coldness of ice and snow can make people restrain themselves, protect their bodies, and forget about desires.

He walked forward, his feet making sounds in the snow.

Hua Xiangwan closed her eyes and meditated when she heard a voice coming from behind her.

She felt a little strange, as she had never seen anyone else in this dream. She did not allow herself to look back, but just endured the pain and coldness all over her body, waiting for all the suffering to end.

Just like every time in the past two hundred years.

However, the man came closer and closer, and finally stopped behind her.

He looked at her silently. Her whole body was covered with a layer of ice. Hua Xiangwan felt that the man had been standing behind her. Finally, she couldn't help herself and slowly turned around.

The other person looked down at her with restrained kindness in his eyes.

She didn't know why, but the moment she saw him, it was like a child finally seeing someone else after falling down. In that instant, she felt all the pain and coldness become more intense.

She suddenly wished he could hug her, like he did every night.

Xie Changji seemed to see this desire in her eyes, and he felt a sharp pain across his heart.

It is completely different from the intense and refreshing pain of jealousy, unwillingness, and loss.

This kind of pain is like a drop of blood falling into water, spreading all the way, lingering and dense, making people choke in the throat, and yet feel fortunate and happy.

He squatted down and held her in his arms.

The familiar warmth and the cold fragrance of pine trees came over her and enveloped her in an instant.

Hua Xiangwan leaned in his arms, feeling a little dazed. It must be the influence of the daytime that made her meet this man again in her dream.

But at this moment, the pain and cold had almost worn out all her will. She closed her eyes, nestled in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Xie Changji, I'm in so much pain."

Xie Changji couldn't help but hug her tighter as he heard her admit her discomfort so frankly for the first time.

He didn't know what to say or what to do.

All he could do was hold her face, kiss her cheeks, and kiss her lips.

Hua Xiangwan's breathing became heavier. He pulled her into his arms, leaning her tightly against his shoulders. With a holy posture of worship, he kissed, hugged, and explored her.

He wanted her to forget, wanted her to be happy, wanted her to feel his presence and forget all the pain.

Hua Xiangwan felt his movements and finally determined that it was a dream.

Xie Changji would never do such a thing.

How could he do these things when he finds even the most basic kiss shameful and dirty?

She was powerless to refuse, so she leaned against him, looking up at the falling snow, her breath turning into white mist in the air.

He has a pair of beautiful hands, as fine as jade or ice. All his nails are carefully trimmed, and his fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles.

She liked to see him holding the sword the most. Even though she had let go of her feelings for him later, she still had to judge him impartially: his appearance, even his hands, were perfect and unmatched.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She turned to look at the person next to her and felt that all the pain and coldness were washed away.

"Does it still hurt?"

Noticing her gaze, he looked at her and asked in a low voice.

His tone was calm, and his upright face reminded people of the pines on the mountains and the tall bamboos.

When she heard his question, she suddenly felt unwilling. Why did he let her sink into the world alone while he remained as stable as before?

She didn't dare to touch him in reality, and couldn't bear to drag him down with her.

But this is a dream.

This is her most private and unrestrained place.

"Xie Changji," even if it was fake, she still trembled and raised her head, grabbing his clothes, "Do you have any human desire?"

Hearing this, Xie Changji stopped all his movements. He looked at the peony in front of him that had already fully bloomed. The other party was very close to him, breathing softly, and her eyes full of moisture were staring at him like a charming ghost crawling out of purgatory.

He knew what she was talking about, and he used the hand that was originally holding her to brush away the ice and snow on her face.

"I have."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force, pulled her to him, and kissed her fiercely.

Hua Xiangwan's eyes widened instantly. His kiss was completely different from his cold and indifferent appearance. Except for the day in the cave, she had never seen him so strong.

But that day she used the aphrodisiac, and he was almost unconscious.

And now, this Xie Changji in the dream, on the ice field, should be more sober and calm.

But he didn't.

He was the person in her dream. He was not the real Xie Changji, so he was completely different from everything she knew.

But this difference made her fall into another kind of frenzy. When he intertwined his fingers with hers and pressed her against the ice, she felt as if she was in ice and fire.

"Hua Xiangwan," he held her hand tightly, "you are my human desire."

She was speechless and clenched her teeth.

"My love and hate are because of you, my hatred and resentment are because of you, my heart of truth is only you, my life and death are determined by you."

"Hua Xiangwan," she cried softly, forgetting all the pain and suffering for a moment. She only felt that he kissed her tears and whispered to her, "You must remember me, see me, and feel me."

"I'm always here," Xie Changji looked at her with a rare tenderness in his eyes, "and it's only me who can do it."

From the moment you tried to pull me to your side, even if it was just a moment of indulgence in a dream——

Hua Xiangwan, I will never let go.

Hua Xiangwan did not respond. She vaguely heard Xue Zidan calling her. Xie Changji heard the other party's voice along with her, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Hua Xiangwan opened her eyes blankly, and as she did so, her dream shattered and collapsed. Xie Changji, who was on the other side, also slowly opened his eyes.

Hua Xiangwan sat there in a daze. Xue Zidan saw her blank look, raised his hand to set up a new barrier, put away the silver needle, and smiled nonchalantly: "What's with that expression on your face? Are you having a wet dream?"

"If you can't speak, just sew your mouth shut." When Hua Xiangwan heard this, she felt touched and her heart shuddered. Her tone became much heavier.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a good thing that you can still have this kind of dream at this time," Xue Zidan stretched out his hand to help her up, saying seriously, "so that you don't suffer."

Hua Xiangwan didn't say anything. Xue Zidan let her lie on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.

"But if you have this kind of dream," Xue Zidan winked at her, "you have to dream about me."

The moment I heard these words, Xie Changji’s words in my dream, “I have always been here, and it is only me who is here,” suddenly rang in my mind.

Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but kick Xue Zidan and scolded him, "Nonsense."

"Ouch," Xue Zidan grabbed her ankle and warned her seriously, "I'm warning you, if you kick me to a pulp, you'll be responsible for the rest of my life."

"Get out of here."

Hua Xiangwan pursed her lips. Xue Zidan was about to say something with a playful smile on his face when the door was pushed open.

Hua Xiangwan and Xue Zidan both froze. Xie Changji was standing at the door holding Xiaobai. He looked down and landed on Xue Zidan's hand that was holding Hua Xiangwan's ankle.

Xue Zidan still had to maintain the image of "Yun Qingxu", so he quickly thought of a way out and lowered his head: "Well, Master Hua, your shoes have been taken off, and Master Xie is here too, I'll take my leave."

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiangwan turned around in shock and looked at Xue Zidan: "???"

Who told him to take off his shoes?!

Xue Zidan ignored Hua Xiangwan's gaze, let go of Hua Xiangwan's ankles, seemed shy, lowered his head and walked out.

As soon as Xue Zidan left, only Xie Changji and Hua Xiangwan were left in the room.

Hua Xiangwan had just woken up from a dream. Looking at Xie Changji's cold expression, she felt as if she had just done something against the will of heaven and earth, and inexplicably felt guilty.

Xie Changji walked to the bedside, pulled the quilt over Hua Xiangwan, covering her feet that were pulled out by Xue Zidan, and said calmly: "You should have called me over when you're done. He's an outsider, and it's not convenient for him to take off his shoes."

Hua Xiangwan nodded and listened. Now she couldn't hear anything, so she just accepted whatever Xie Changji said.

Xie Changji looked at her, thought for a moment, and said calmly, "Humian ran away."

"What?!"

Hua Xiangwan was shocked and said, "Why are you..."

"I put it there on purpose."

Xie Changji explained, and Hua Xiangwan looked at him blankly: "Why did you let her go on purpose?"

"She said she wanted to figure out some things and that she would succeed soon. She couldn't face you before she succeeded, but she would come back after she succeeded."

"So you let her go?"

Hua Xiangwan frowned and wanted to curse.

But before anyone could curse, Xie Changji took a glass of water and calmly replied, "So I put a tracking mark on her."

As he said this, he handed the water to Hua Xiangwan.

"We'll chase her and find out what she's going to do."