Xie Yu, the man who loves dancing in criminal law in the entire cultivation world, was subjected to spiritual sanctions for the first time.

Although he was a love brain with a halo of wisdom, as he savored it, he could always taste a bit of teasing from Ningning and Bai Ye's words. After realizing this, he became more and more uncomfortable to think about it, and soon ended the messy banquet in a hurry.

Ning Ning cursed her so well that she looked at her comrade Bai Ye. The great friendship of revolution is like springing up after the rain.

Looking around the table, Master Yonggui was planning to compile an impromptu music. He originally planned to sing loudly, but he ran away when the Demon Lord was black-faced, full of enthusiasm and had nowhere to vent. He was shaking his head in great distress, muttering and muttering.

Pei Ji sat obediently on the side, silent from beginning to end, and almost never moved the chopsticks in front of him.

Although this serious junior brother is not much different from his usual days, Ningning can still tell at a glance that he is in a bad mood.

It seems that Pei Ji's mother, who was tortured to the point of being almost crazy, has passed away for a long time. Now she has finally seen her biological father she has never met, but she has to watch Xie Yu's emotional entanglement with two other women.

What's more, this is a bloody plot that is endlessly tidy.

Xie Yu couldn't recognize him, nor would he recall his mother. The presence of this mother and son was so thin that in the complex grudges and hatreds of Lord Demon Lord, he couldn't even be considered a small supporting role that was worth mentioning.

Like never existed.

The most leisurely one is Meng Jue.

He sat not far from Xie Jue, and was leaning on the back of the chair when he was free, looking up at the back of the three people's distant backs. He didn't know what he remembered, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes twisted slightly.

"Senior Brother Meng," Bai Ye was a familiar person and approached him and asked, "What are you looking at? Have you noticed some tricks in the illusion?"

Meng Jue smiled unchanged, his right hand with clear joints half buckled on the table, and his index finger gently tapped: "Do you think... that Miss Zhou looks familiar?"

Ning Ning tried hard to recall when she heard this, and searched her entire head, but couldn't find a face that could coincide with Zhou Yimei from her memory.

Bai Ye was also puzzled and scratched his head blankly, saying, "I probably haven't seen it before - why, in the eyes of Senior Brother Meng, who does she look similar to?"

This question has not been answered.

Meng Jue rarely smiled, and his eyes followed Zhou Yimei's thin back and moved forward until the shadow was swallowed by the darkness and disappeared from his sight.

When he turned his head to look at Bai Ye again, the young man's lips curled up with a light curve: "Maybe I admit my mistake, fellow Taoist doesn't need to care."

He couldn't tell who Zhou Yimei looked like, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

Xie Yu arranged a guest room for everyone in Zhou Mansion. Ningning was so tired that she just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a night. However, when she threw herself into bed in a pancake shape, she suddenly remembered what Pei Ji said during the day.

——At that time, Bai Ye fell to the ground like a charred corpse. Pei Ji told her after a moment of silence: If he had a nightmare in the middle of the night, he could go to the bamboo forest next to Zhou’s mansion to find him.

He practiced his sword there.

In fact, Ning Ning felt that this was more like a joke brought up unintentionally.

After all, his tone was as light as a feather, and he could not hear any ups and downs, and there was no sense of ceremony similar to the agreed upon at all.

What's more, Pei Ji also spent most of his spiritual power in the previous demon refining tower, so he should have a good rest in the room. In any case, tonight is not a suitable time to practice swordsmanship.

Ning Ning shivered by the cold wind, thinking very seriously:

So, if you obey his unintentional words and go to the bamboo forest at night, you must have had some problems in your head.

But if you don't come, when you think of Pei Ji sitting in the corner with his eyes low and his eyes down-

It was almost like he could clearly write "I want to be comforted" on his face! Even if there was only one in ten million chance, if he was really alone in the forest to practice swords...

It always feels a bit pitiful.

Ningning hated that she was too soft-hearted, she didn't have nightmares and was not bored, so she came to the bamboo forest with great fatigue.

Due to the entrenchment of monsters, the dark demonic aura spreads everywhere in Chongling Town, quietly overflowing in the dark night, like the half-hidden shadow of ghosts and monsters.

A pale full moon hung alone on the tip. Although this metaphor is not appropriate, Ningning always felt like a dead face with a expressionless face, stopping straight above her head.

The bamboo forest is bleak and silent. The green bamboo leaves are like a clear spring blooming under the moon. The shadows reflected on the ground sway in the wind, like a layered pool of water that overflows with ripples.

At first glance, I felt a bit psychedelic feeling of being underwater, everything was clear and not very real.

If Pei Ji wasn't here tonight, she would be so embarrassed.

wrong.

Ningning started to think randomly as she walked. Anyway, no one knew that she was embarrassed by going out in the middle of the night. She was so embarrassed that she had just had a nap.

She walked forward step by step, not having much hope in her heart. The bamboo leaves were brushed away layer by layer, and the quiet moonlight rippled to the sides. There was a silence around her. Suddenly, a sword energy flashed, shooting down a cluster of fallen leaves.

Ningning's heart thumped.

She felt that the corners of her mouth were unconsciously ticking up. In order not to look too happy, she calmed down and tried to press the corners of her lips down.

One step further, she saw Pei Ji's shadow.

He actually kept practicing swords in the bamboo forest clearing.

It's already quietly late at this moment.

The bamboo shadows swayed, the moon was like flowing water, outlining the slender and upright back of the young man. The sword energy was as cold as ice. When she approached, it was like a flowing wind returning to the snow, and it was rushing towards her with the night wind.

The sword intent, which was quite sharp, was wrapped in the Qingyou Zhufeng and hit her cheeks, suddenly became particularly gentle and gentle, just like a lover's fingertips gently brushing across the snow-white neck, causing an uncontrollable itch.

At the same time, Pei Ji turned around.

The remaining sword light illuminated his clear and white jade-like face and lit a cold light in his black pupils.

First class and beautiful.

"Wow! It's Ningning!"

Chengying jumped up and couldn't help but start to smile foolishly: "She is really here! It's not in vain that you are tired, you still have to persist in practicing swords in the forest!"

Pei Ji responded coldly: "I'm not waiting for her."

"Yes, yes, you didn't make a special trip to wait for her, you didn't feel tired in the upper floor tower and just wanted to rest, and you didn't keep looking quietly towards the entrance of the bamboo forest."

Chengying shook his head and sighed sarcastically: "Even though he is exhausted, he still has to spend his precious sleeping time on practicing swords in the small bamboo forest. He is truly a sword cultivator."

This sound is so annoying, Pei Ji doesn't want to pay attention to it.

The boy in black subconsciously pursed the corners of his lips, quietly wiped the small curve he had raised, and chose the simplest and dumbest opening remark: "Have you had a nightmare?"

"No!"

Ning Ning glared at him: "I can't sleep at night, so I'm out for a walk-but you, are you still practicing swords so late?"

Pei Ji looked down at her, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a very light smile, and he couldn't find out: "I can't sleep either."

Chengying: "Haha."

He turned a blind eye to Chengying, artificially blocked the sound, then quickly stopped all the smiles very well, lowered his head and searched for something in the storage bag.

Ning Ning was curious and looked at him with a blink of an eye.

Pei Ji had just practiced the sword, and his black hair was soaked with sweat, scattered in confusion on his forehead and temples, and reflected his cold and white skin. His face was shining by the cold moonlight, and his eyes were filled with tears, which looked too good.

His fingers were slender and thin, and when he arched, he could see protruding joints. Soon, a round object appeared in his hand.

It was like a snack or a dessert, wrapped meticulously in white paper, and the night breeze brought the smell of peach blossoms and flowers.

Pei Ji leaned his arm closer to her: "For you."

"What's this?"

Ning Ning took it without any warning, raised her eyes and looked at him quickly: "Can you open it now?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Pei Ji held the sword tighter.

But he nodded expressionlessly.

When you open the layers of wrapping paper, the refreshing atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger.

The shallow trees and peach blossoms in the bamboo forest are swelling, and the moonlight illuminates the surprise that is meticulously placed on the innermost layer.

It was actually a piece of flower cake.

There is no such food in the cultivation world. She discussed recipes with He Zhizhou and mentioned specifically the possibility of selling flower cakes to get rich.

Unfortunately, the two of them tried several times later, and without exception, they all ended in failure and since then they were left alone.

She just mentioned it to Pei Ji once unintentionally.

"Maybe the taste is wrong."

His voice was tense: "I don't know how to do it."

yes.

She had never told Pei Ji that he knew nothing about the raw materials, production methods and processes. The only thing he knew was a simple "Piece cake wrapped in petals".

But Pei Ji made it and wrapped it carefully in paper layer by layer, giving it to her seriously.

Ningning looked at him again in a daze.

The sword cultivator in black had cold eyebrows and eyes. Just now, the branches and leaves were flying, and the scene of sword light was still in his heart. However, even this was how Pei Ji would stay in the kitchen and pick up pots and pans, thinking about the cooking methods of petals and starch over and over again.

...Will Pei Ji wears an apron, too?

No, ancient agents should have no aprons.

She was thinking randomly, her head was bubbled uncontrollably, and she rubbed her empty left hand against her cheek.

This is too foul.
To be continued...