The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, the door opened without wind, and a man walked in.
He was tall and slender, with black hair falling down to his chest.
Xiao Yuan realized the other party's unfathomable cultivation level, and was so scared that she hid in Ruan Mian's sleeve and trembled, worried that she would be recognized as a monster.
The girl on the bed was sleeping uncomfortably, and kept mumbling incomprehensible words.
Her voice was soft, her eyes were watery, and there was a hint of crying in her voice, which made people feel distressed but also wanted to make her cry more.
Qinggui sat at the end of the bed, just staring at her.
His eyelids were slightly lowered, with frost on his brows, a high nose bridge, pale lips, and a pair of silent eyes that were unusually cold.
"Bad Qinyin, bad boy! It's so hot, oooooo."
The girl was mumbling and cursing, and in her daze, she exuded an unconscious temptation, and her cheeks were flushed as if she was drunk.
He changed the subject while muttering, "Bai Feng, can you just be my master? I'm so stupid and I'm often bullied and despised."
As she spoke, she started to cry. Her light pink lips were swollen and red. Her skin was so delicate that it turned red from being rubbed by the fabric.
Qinggui remains unmoved and is extremely cold and aloof.
Normally this idiot would go to practice sword skills every day, but he didn't come today, so he appeared here.
As for the reason, even I don’t understand it.
Ruan Mian moved restlessly, her clothes were torn into a mess, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.
The sweet fragrance from her body penetrated into people's noses, but her expression was ignorant and naive, without a trace of charm.
Fortunately, the man was detached and calm. If it were Song Wenjing, he might have already...
He cast a spell, and a pure spiritual power contained the girl. Gradually, the heat dissipated.
Ruan Mian regained her composure and reached out her hand in a daze to grab the man's collar.
"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
She sounded a bit wary, and when she got no response, she applied a little force with her fingers.
"Could it be the changing sound of the piano?"
The man was not paying attention for a moment, and his body fell down, and the corners of his lips touched...
Then he brushed away the girl's fingers and stood up.
His cold eyes and brows were like those of a heartless banished immortal, powerful and indifferent.
Xiao Yuan didn't dare to breathe the whole time, she was extremely nervous, afraid that the other party would kill Ruan Mian if he got unhappy.
Fortunately, the other party didn't say anything and just left.
Two hours later, the girl woke up with tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes. She bent down and wiped them away.
Xiaoyuan jumped onto her shoulders, and it was obvious that she was a little sad.
"Are you okay?"
Ruan Mian expressed his thoughts, "You don't understand. Transforming doesn't seem that important anymore. Let's try again... I don't want to go on any missions. I just want to stay peacefully in Jiyue Forest..."
An ordinary person would definitely think she was talking nonsense and had no logic.
But Xiaoyuan understood. From the first time they met, it knew that Ruan Mian was the unlucky guy it had randomly chosen.
To achieve the master's goal, do whatever it takes to complete the task.
But it failed, and was abandoned and sold, and after going around in circles, it finally returned to the girl.
According to rumors, there is a treasure left over from ancient times in the Demon Realm, named "Jiufang".
You can drag people in and create illusions.
In the past, Yan Hua, the Lord of the Demon Realm, fell in love with a female cultivator from Miaoyin Pavilion, but she had a strong character and would rather die than surrender.
He used this treasure to tame her, and after they got married, they loved each other and gave birth to Yan Zhiyue.
Jiufang naturally fell into her hands.
Of course it failed, otherwise Xiaoyuan would not have been abandoned on the street by her owner.
This is also the origin of the mission.
It didn't know much information, but it was meaningless to say it now.
Normally, if a failure occurs, Jiufang will erase the memory of the person being dragged in.
I don’t understand why Ruan Mian still remembers it.
This is a lost caravan of about seven or eight people.
They rode on camels, stepping on the yellow sand and taking heavy steps forward.
They wear loose robes and headscarves to protect themselves from the hot sun and dust.
The backs of tall camels are piled with all kinds of goods, including silk, tea, spices, porcelain, etc. These goods are transported from afar and take a long journey to reach their destination.
The water bags tied to the sides of the camels deflated, leaving little water.
Just two days ago, they encountered a rare sandstorm and were separated from the team.
There is no oasis in the vast desert.
After a long journey, the men's faces were covered with sweat and dust, their lips were cracked, and their eyes were bloodshot.
His clothes were covered in dust and he looked very disheveled.
"So thirsty..."
They had been lost for several days and their throats were dry and thirsty as if they had been burned.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and drank the last bit of water.
The scorching sun made them dizzy and their heads pounded, and just when these people were about to give up and wait for death.
They saw a city that appeared out of nowhere. There were soldiers guarding the tall city walls. As they got closer, they could hear the voices of vendors hawking their wares.
A joyous occasion for one who is about to die of thirst.
Ali couldn't wait and jumped down, running towards the city in the distance, still urging.
"Everyone, hurry up! We don't have to worry about water anymore."
but.
When everyone arrived at the city gate, they found that it was completely different from what they saw.
A desolate scene came into view.
The towering city walls were riddled with cracks, and broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground, as if they had experienced a terrible war.
The streets in the city were deserted, with only the silent sound of the wind whistling through the ruins, carrying a desolate whisper.
Dried bloodstains remained on the ground, and the ruins exuded an ancient and vicissitudes of life.
Everything is shown.
"How could it be an empty city?"
Ali couldn't believe it. He had just seen the bustling scene, but it disappeared out of thin air.
Either they encountered a mirage in the desert, or they were too weak and had hallucinations.
The city was dilapidated and deserted, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.
The timid ones felt scared and swallowed.
"Why don't we go? It feels... eerie."
But they had found this place with great difficulty in the desert. If they gave up, they might die of thirst.
Ali took off his headscarf and refused.
"Let's look for a water source nearby for now. If we go outside, we'll just die."
A flock of crows circled above their heads, making mournful cries, waiting to eat their flesh after they died.
Some people picked up stones and threw them upwards, but they couldn't drive them away.
The abandoned deep well was filled with sand, without a drop of water, and they found nothing.
"Forget it, let's go."
Instead of wasting time, it is better to save energy and continue looking for places where there may be water sources.
Just as they were about to leave, they faintly heard the harsh sound of chains dragging on the ground.
The end of the street was covered in thick fog, and a man walked out from it.
He was wearing a hood so his face couldn't be seen, his feet were wrapped in chains, his clothes were tattered, and he was very tall.
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