Chapter 3444

With a smile, the girl in red jumped onto the sword and stood behind Yu Chen. She looked at the tall figure in front of her, "thank you."

"You, my teacher and apprentice, don't thank me."

Xianjun stood in front with a calm voice.

His thoughts moved slightly, and the snow immediately rushed into the sky. The sword edge was sharp and passed quickly in the air.

Two figures stood on the sword and soon disappeared into the air.

High in the air, the wind hunted, raised hair and clothes, and the man in front of him was in white, just like a God's residence.

Ranbai suddenly reaches out his hand and pulls Yu Chen's snow-white waist seal. A strand of red silk thread silently rushes out and winds around Yu Chen's wrist. His skin color is as pale as bone china, which makes him look abstinent for no reason.

Yu Chen obviously noticed the action of dyeing white. He focused on the imperial sword. His cold voice seemed a little blurred in the air. It was broken in the cold wind. There was a distorted air cooling: "what to do."

The voice fell to her ear through the wind, dyed white, narrowed her eyes slightly, and wrapped a wisp of red line in her hand. There was a flash of blood in her pupils, which was very beautiful. She answered carelessly: "I can't stand stably."

"Isn't that OK, master." she stood behind him, very close, because she didn't really listen to what she said in the air, so the girl intentionally or unintentionally approached Yu Chen's ear and said it almost with her breath. The tone was like a smile, the meaning was unknown, like a pool of sake.

Xianjun was quiet and didn't answer.

"Or shall I hold the master?" ran Bai gave another suggestion. She was very close. She could smell the clean and light fragrance of Yu Chen, slightly lift the corners of her lips, and spray the breath on Yu Chen's ears. She almost wiped the tip of his white ears, if any, "it's OK."

The next second,

Dyed white could feel the snow stop suddenly above the sky, and then obviously slowed down in the next flow rate.

Xianjun's inhumane voice fell, and there was no half warmth in the air: "let go now."

"Isn't that good?" ran Bai smiled and muttered lazily. Her voice was blurred in the air. Her long eyelashes half covered the dark color at the bottom of her eyes, but she loosened the red silk thread around Yu Chen's wrist.

Yu Chen didn't say anything, but after ranbai released, he continued to fly the sword, and his speed slowed down several times.

At the foot of Tianling mountain,

Taicheng town.

Different from the solemn and solemn of Xuanqing sect, the towns at the foot of the mountain are prosperous and noisy, and the fireworks in the world are warm and secular.

Xianjun's face is really swaggering. Although few people have seen him, once they are recognized, they are afraid that it will cause unimaginable sensation. Therefore, ranbai specially wears a white power fence to Yuchen to cover his face.

The ten mile long street in the town is very lively.

The young fairy king is slender in snow clothes, and the white power fence falls on his neck, which just covers the city color that makes people look up. His black hair is like a waterfall behind him. He is always cold and noble. His bony fingers hang on his side with a sword, which is incompatible with the prosperity of the town. It seems that he was born to be a fairy king, standing on a high mountain and overlooking all sentient beings, Instead of being pulled by the devil and walking in the world of mortals like this.

The demon family likes to be dressed in red, pure like blood, always cynical and lazy. Those peach blossom eyes are like a smile, but they are always indifferent.

They walked through the street and attracted the attention of many people.

"Master, where do you want to go?" ran Bai glanced across the long street and asked casually. She didn't ask. After saying that, she naturally stretched out her hand to buckle Yu Chen's cold and thin wrist and walked forward with people, "forget it, master, you must not know. I'll take you."

Yu Chen walked slowly. At the moment, he was suddenly pulled by someone. He paused for a second and took his hand out of the devil's hands. He was cold and negative behind him, "it's up to you."

The touch of her hand suddenly disappeared and ran Bai looked down. She took a deep look at the cold Xianjun in white. The precipitated eye color was dark and unknown, but it was like drunk rather than drunk, as if it had become just an illusion. The demon smiled and said yes, so she took back her eyes and walked side by side with Yu Chen.

Yuchen really rarely goes down the mountain, let alone stays in such a noisy place. He feels uncomfortable, and the touch left on his wrist is cold, with some unspeakable subtlety.

That sudden behavior just now is not polite and should not become a habit.

Xianjun's eyes and eyes hidden under the power fence are cold and heartless.

Ranbai chose the pub of the last inn. She took Yu Chen in and chose a quiet place.

"What would you like to eat, master?"

"I don't need food." Yu Chen sat on the other side, straight and upright.

Ranbai propped her chin and asked the waiter for some light dishes and a jar of the best peach blossom wine of the season.

The waiter replied attentively. He remembered ranbai and said with a smile, "I thought my guest wouldn't come again."

"My guest... Have you joined xuanqingzong?" he asked tentatively, his eyebrows flying.

"Yes." Xiao ER was the last Xiao er. Ran Bai leaned there, glancing at Yu Chen with an unknown meaning, and then answered.

The waiter smiled and said, "my guest asked me when Xuanqing sect's worship ceremony was last time. I thought my guest didn't care much about it."

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense to know such an important thing at all.

"It's OK." ran Bai casually put her hand on the table. It's a young man's unruly and unruly. She carried a specious radian on the corner of her lips. "She worshipped an immortal gentleman in Xuanqing sect. He's good-looking and pleasing to the eyes. It's a pity that he's too cold to get close."

Dyed white is looking at Yu Chen. Xian Jun's eyebrows and eyes are covered by Mi Li. He can't see his expression clearly and has always been indifferent.

"Congratulations, sir!" the waiter said, "it's a good thing to worship Xianjun. It's nothing to be more strict."

Dye Bai responded with a deep meaning.

Even in a dream, Xiao Er didn't think that the immortal gentleman in his mouth was the one whom the world respected as a God, let alone that the immortal gentleman he had always feared was in front of him at the moment. Xiao Er just thought which immortal friend he was. He didn't think much and turned to work.

The waiter quickly brought the food and said to ranbai enthusiastically, "this wine is good. The peach blossom wine in our inn is famous in the whole town. My guest will never forget it."

Dye Bai didn't say anything. She slowly poured a glass of wine. The smell of peach blossom wine filled the air.

She looked at the delicious dishes in front of her, and thought of the fish roasted into black charcoal by herself. She was strangely silent for a second, "master, really don't eat?"

Yu Chen's voice is slightly cold: "there is no need for Guan Benjun."

"I eat here, and then the master can only watch there. It's very embarrassing." ran Bai said, but his tone was understated, and he couldn't see the embarrassment.

She held the glass and shook it gently. The air seemed to be filled with wine fragrance. "Does the master drink?"