Chapter 183

A fire really sends off a person, and a promise pays off a person.

When the party returned along the same road, the wind and snow had stopped. There was the sound of footprints in the snowy forest. There was no trace of sadness in Song Jingyu's calm look. The figure of the wind came stepping on the snow and half knelt in the front of Gong Zilin and said, "master, something happened to the migratory water."

Song Ningyu frowned and looked at the wind: "what about July?" it's nearly half a year now. It's time to come back when you go.

The wind dropped lower, and the sound of Lang Lang was filled with a chill in Feilong villa where the wind and snow stopped at the beginning. "My subordinates don't know. Qing, Lei and Yue were seriously injured, and the whereabouts of others are unknown."

In this way, Huishui was like being carried to his old nest. Gong zilangmu slightly Yang took off his fur cloak and put it on for song Ningyu. At the same time, he ordered: "it's just small things. Don't worry. Ziyan, you stay."

Ziyan nodded to song Ningyu, not like the great aunt of the palace, but like Gong Zilin's subordinates.

"Yes." looking at the back of Gong Zilin leaving, song Ningyu frowned slowly. Where did he go in July.

"It's all gone, Bai Sui, Long Fei and purple smoke. You go to the study with me." song Ningyu and Gong Zilin turn and walk towards their own roads. Gong Zilin sat on the horse and saw that song Ningyu didn't even return. He smiled helplessly and ran into the mountain where the snow stopped.

The three returned to the study with song Ningyu. Ziyan, like a perfect subordinate, always said the most important words when song Ningyu needed it. After some discussion, the layout and defense of Feilong villa were strengthened again, and the business of the dark Pavilion of Feilong villa was moving forward. Everything seemed to be very normal. However, the more normal it was, the more uncomfortable song Ningyu felt.

When Ziyan saw that long Fei and Bai had left, he stood in front of song Ningyu and said slowly, "everyone else has gone. I don't know what the mistress wants to say to me."

Ziyan is straight. Song Ningyu likes it very much and doesn't hide the necessary things from her. However, song Ningyu knows that Ziyan is on the side of Gong Zilin. Once her behavior affects Gong Zilin, the first person to oppose her must be Ziyan.

"How about the water?"

"Back to the master mother, Huishui is the source of all of us. It is a place where magic area and fairy area coexist." Ziyan said it very succinctly and implicitly. How specific is it? If Gong Zilin wanted her to know, he had told her long ago, how could song Ningyu ask?

Coupled with the situation of song Ningyu during this period, song Ningyu wants to make peace with Gong Zilin, so Ziyan's heart against her is even more important.

"Ziyan, I only know that you are the great aunt of the palace. As for others, I don't know. Sit down." song Ningyu held a cup of tea and smiled at Ziyan's lips. He sat down generously at the bottom of song Ningyu and nodded: "madam, if you like, nature is the best."

Coming out of the study, song Ningyu felt more and more uneasy. The uneasiness gradually expanded in her heart, just as an uneasy gap in her heart was slowly expanding. Countless things that should be forgotten and should not be forgotten were pouring into that gap.

Ziyan returned to the room. Song Ningyu walked aimlessly around Feilong villa and made a clear sound when stepping on the snow. Song Ningyu didn't come back until the sound gradually repeated. As soon as he turned around, he saw a pure white robe standing in the snow.

Chun Su is not standing in the snow, but stepping on the snow with such a thin layer of snow between his feet and the ground, maybe so.

When Chunsu saw song Ningyu looking back at him, the lip corner covered with white yarn slowly raised. Through a faint warmth, he raised his hand slightly towards song Ningyu. In his clear voice, he said softly: "how can I see my master for a few days in the mausoleum and not even smile? Huh?"

Song Ningyu looked at the hands that opened towards her, and tears fell in a moment. Without reason or sign, song Ningyu cried in front of the man who had vowed to kill.

Chunsu eyebrow wrinkled gently, took out the plain white veil and wiped her eyelids in front of her. She sighed helplessly: "but who bullied you? If you were bullied, bully back. Crying can not be regarded as a disciple of the teacher."

Song Ningyu broke her tears into laughter. She has never seen such a comforting person! Chunsu picked her eyebrows. Woman, it's really hard to understand.

"This is Feilong mountain villa. I'll take you to a place." Chunsu waved her hand around Song Ningyu's waist and flew out with her toes towards the thin snow. A pure white figure flashed in the air, black and white hair entangled in the wind, and a light purple figure flashed in the dark.

Song Ningyu only felt that the wind was constantly crying in her ear. In a moment, song Ningyu stood on the top of the mountain that had climbed for a long time that morning. The traces of heavy snow burning on the boulder also covered the past. Song Ningyu let Chunsu hug her and stand on the tip of the boulder, slowly closed her eyes and everything in front of her, Seems to have regained the vitality of life.

"Disciple." Chunsu's voice was close to her ear. Song Ningyu looked back. The clear aroma unique to Chunsu slowly spread. The next moment, Chunsu smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "disciple, you might as well experience the feeling of living and dying together with your teacher. How about it?"

Before Song Ningyu objected, Chun Su tightened song Ningyu's waist and fell straight down the cliff!

"Chunsu! Don't pull me if you want to die..." song Ningyu's roar came up from under the cliff, shaking the snow on the tree to fall on the ground.

Chunsu's hearty laughter came up from below. Song Ningyu subconsciously hugged Chunsu's waist, and the whole face was buried in the exaggerated chest. Song Ningyu frowned slightly and looked up, but he saw the cold wind slowly blowing a corner of the Chunsu veil. The edges and corners were clear, with a few warm radians, and the thin red lips were only half of the face, Song Ningyu was frozen in place.

She raised her hand to see the face clearly. The raised hand was tightly clasped by Chunsu's cold hand. Chunsu's clear voice smiled with a faint smile: "apprentice, only a teacher's wife can see the true face of a teacher. Apprentice really wants to see it?"

Song Ningyu skimmed his mouth, loosened his pure hand and said with a smile, "master must be the posture of heaven and man. Can it be matched by small roles such as me? Besides, I have a good marriage."

Chunsu shook her head at Song Ningyu and said with a smile, "good luck? He can't be your best good luck." if song Ningyu knew how noble her identity was, he wouldn't say this.

The two men were still falling towards the bottom. As soon as Chunsu turned around, he stepped on a fallen leaf, hugged song Ningyu's falling body and fiercely rose upward.

The body pulled a vine and swung into a hole in the middle of the cliff!