"He Gu."

"Black Sword."

"Enter."

With permission, Situ Yanran stepped into the Bone Oak Tower.

As soon as he passed through, ripples like the water surface appeared. The scenery in front of him changed drastically. Situ Yanran suddenly appeared at the foot of a mountain.

The mountain peaks are full of yin energy, and the ghosts and fires are rugged. The disciples who come and go seem to be not from the mortal world, with pale skin and strange costumes.

In contrast to the righteous fairy spirit, this place is gloomy and terrifying.

...

Even if she saw Situ Yanran, she was alone in the cave with her. Li Xianyuan still talked very little, but she was much more than on the mountain.

"I am now a personal disciple of the Chunyang Sect. I will discuss with my master to see if I can bring you into the school. When the time is right, you and I will get married."

"My marriage?" His eyes moved slightly and looked at Li Xianyuan. Situ Yanran said lightly: "Do you feel ashamed of me. Or is it because that was last night, and you want to take responsibility?"

It seemed a little shy, and a sick blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

This look has a bit like she used to be at Jingshi Academy.

Li Xianyuan shook his head: "My promise will be fulfilled. I would have said I would marry you."

Situ Yanran's tone became softer and her eyes were filled with a little affection: "Brother Li, let me ask you. Do you... like me?"

...

In the Sensian Hall, the candlestick flames burned. As soon as someone came in, it trembled slightly.

Situ Yanran walked to the middle of the hall, knelt with her knees, and respectfully said to the old woman sitting on the stone chair in the hall, "Master, disciple Situ Yanran is back."

After a long time, the old woman in the stone chair opened her mouth deeply.

"Why can you come back? Your senior sister and there are others."

Situ Yanran lowered her head and said sadly: "The action failed, the senior sister was discovered by the righteous disciples, and she was killed with two fellow disciples..."

"Then why..." The first four words were still on the stone chair, and the next paragraph had turned into black fog, and suddenly appeared in front of Situ Yanran. He looked straight at the dead claws, pinched Situ Yanran's neck, and picked it up: "You are alive!"

"Ruh..." The veil was almost falling off, Situ Yanran's cheeks were flushed red, and she stood on tiptoe and did not dare to resist. She said hard: "A disciple, the disciple uses a trick, ****... a disciple of the Chunyang Sect killed him while the Yangguan ejaculation was leaking, and was able to escape... escape."

After his dry claws loosened, Situ Yanran knelt on the ground and coughed repeatedly. Suddenly his arms cooled down and turned his head to look at him. His sleeves were gone, revealing his white and delicate arms.

The geological sand is gone.

...

After Situ Yanran asked, the cave fell into a strange silence.

The firewood crackled and warmed the body. For some reason, Li Xianyuan suddenly felt dry.

"I'll go and see the wind."

Leaving aside, Li Xianyuan stood up and came to the entrance of the cave.

"He is struggling." Situ Yanran muttered to herself at the entrance of the cave. She was not sad.

Compared with this, Situ Yanran was more afraid that he would agree or refuse without hesitation. Li Xianyuan's behavior was a good result.

The shade was rushing to the body, and the drizzle in the forest was drizzling, and it was impossible to stop in a few days.

The drizzle is like Li Xianyuan's mood, and it is as messy as hell.

"Brother Li." Situ Yanran's voice came from the cave: "I will not join the Chunyang Sect with you."

"Why?" Li Xianyuan turned around and asked in confusion.

"Some things cannot be over once they start." Situ Yanran shook her head and chuckled. It seemed that she had turned back to the warm girl as water. Her eyes were gazing at Li Xianyuan with warm eyes, as if she wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in her heart.
Chapter completed!