"Little Crow, how many times have I told you, you are so big now, you can't just fly into Cherry's arms, you will hurt her."

"Dumb—dumb—"

The crow hissed angrily at Yun Yi, flapping its wings and going to hit him, but before it could hit him, it was caught by Cherry, who comforted her softly.

Zhen Shan shook his head aside. This crow is really so unpleasant whether it is a false god or a spiritual beast.

but……

Ji Yun took Zhen Shan's hand and walked to the guest room arranged for them by Yingtao.

"how?"

Ji Yun closed the door, set the restriction, turned to look at her, and asked.

"It's not this crow," Zhen Shan shook his head.

"Is it Cherry Girl?"

Zhen Shan was silent, "Cherry...she gives me a strange feeling, but she doesn't look like the condensed power of a false god."

"Then why was she not surprised at all when she saw us?"

"This..." Zhen Shan shook his head, "I don't know yet. She didn't feel any weird when I talked to her just now."

Ji Yun gently held her shoulders and said, "It's okay, take your time."

"However, I heard from Cherry and the others that they came here to escape the war. Which means that this time should be seven or eight hundred years ago?"

Ji Yun nodded, "Well, the war that year spread throughout the world of cultivation, and mortals and casual cultivators were also affected."

Zhen Shan's eyes moved slightly, and he realized that one general's success was enough to wither away all the bones. The most unlucky people in the war were not only the monks standing on the front line, but also the people who lived in the cracks on weekdays.

Ji Yun raised his eyes and looked out the window. The moon had already risen above the treetops.

"It's getting late. Let's rest first. We'll talk about other things tomorrow."

Zhen Shan was about to nod, but saw that there was only one bed in the room. He glanced at him and pursed his lips.

Ji Yun naturally noticed this. His ears burned slightly and he coughed lightly, "What's wrong?"

Zhen Shan: "..."

She glared at him, what's wrong? Doesn't he know yet?

He said he was glaring, but he seemed to be ashamed and angry. His eyes were filled with light. If the moonlight reflected in the water was gently stirred, it directly disturbed his heart. Ji Yun's eyes darkened. He didn't dare to look anymore and walked to the table.

Next, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it.

"You go to sleep, I'll just meditate next to you."

Zhen Shan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his straight and tall back, bit his lip, and whispered: "Actually, the bed...is enough for two people to sleep on."

After saying this, she rolled to the innermost side with the quilt covered, facing the wall, not daring to look at him at all. Her words sounded very unreserved, as if she was inviting him to sleep with her.

Ahem, although as a demon concubine, she really doesn't know what reserve is, but now she is a simple and harmless little girl who came out of the mountains, so she should just pretend to be shy.

Don't scare him too hard.

While the empress was thinking wildly, there was silence in the air for a moment, and she heard him chuckle, and then his breath hit her.

Qingyou's cold blood entered her nose, and her back was pressed against her warm chest. Ji Yun gently pulled down the quilt covering her head and said warmly: "Stop holding it in."

Zhen Shan grabbed the quilt, revealing a pair of shy and clear eyes like a deer in the forest, "I, I'm just afraid that you will be tired."

Ji Yun smiled, "I know."

"Sleep, sleep," Zhen Shan lowered his eyes and handed him half of the quilt with trembling hands.

"Okay," Ji Yun waved his hand, extinguished the oil lamp, and lay down next to her.

In the darkness, Zhen Shan was not sleepy and could only face the wall and count sheep.
Chapter completed!