Dressed As a Waste of Marrying a Villain - Chapter 63

Luo fell asleep in the wind and snow for a long time tonight, not knowing what time it was, but didn’t want to sleep anymore, so he got up from the ice bed, opened the door and walked into the wind and snow.

The piercing cold like a knife made her shiver. She raised her hand to gather spiritual energy at her fingertips and used it for lighting, to see the snowmen in front of the door. Although they were a little crooked, they were fortunately standing firm.

The biggest snowman has two red faces and is a little silly and charming.

“This snow is all blowing down from a high place. Recently, it has been cold in the spring and the demon wind is raging. It is better to move them into the house.”

The voice came from behind. Luo turned around tonight and saw that the master was standing behind her. The white clothes were blowing everywhere. Her silver hair was almost mixed with the wind and snow, and she looked very thin and deserted.

Luo Jinxiao slightly curled his lips and shook his head: “It’s okay, if it’s down, I’ll take it again.”

The doorkeeper stepped forward and stood side by side with her on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dark mountains and rivers below. The daily scenery was the same, with no changes, like hanging a landscape painting, staring at it all day.

Ko Luo still likes to stand here tonight and watch it day after day.

“Do you miss that person?” the doormaster said.

Luo glanced at her tonight, only smiled.

“Sect Master, how is Zhao Zhao?” Luo asked Jingxiao.

“After saying many times, I am not the master of the door, call me Beisang.” The master sighed, his eyes faintly sad, “Her last soul will disappear recently.”

She guarded for decades, still meaningless.

There was pity in Luo’s eyes tonight, she took off her coat, gently put it on the shoulder of the doormaster, smiled and said: “Then, let’s go and see her again?”

The host coughed slightly and agreed.

Since helping Luo save people tonight that night, her body is not as good as before. I don’t know if it is because of her age, or she hasn’t practiced for a long time, and she has spent a lot of energy suddenly and can’t recover.

Luo Jinxiao saw it in his eyes, and felt very guilty in his heart, so he never mentioned that he wanted to leave.

Although the longing in her heart did not lose half of the time because of time, she often imagined what kind of life Qu Weiyin lived under the mountain, and whether she had forgotten her.

Wuhuimen has changed from generation to generation, and I don’t know how many familiar new disciples have come.

Luo Jinxiao took another look at the snowman with red cheeks for the last time, and then helped the doormaster to go into the cave.

The cave is still the same as it was five years ago, except that there is a big hairy cat on the side. Compared with five years ago, Qiongqi’s body is much larger and Luo can’t hold her tonight.

But at the same time, he lost a circle, and his hair was more exuberant in order to keep out the cold. This made Luo Jingxiao sigh that the adaptability of animals is actually much better than her.

Zhao Zhao lay there as always, motionless, the doorkeeper lifted the skirt, kneeled on the edge of the coffin, and stared at her.

“After her last soul disappears, her physical body can’t be kept.” The sect master’s voice was soft, but also with infinite sadness.

She just lay on the edge of the coffin, looking at Zhaozhao intently, but after a few decades, she almost forgot all her voice and smile.

If even Zhao Zhao’s body is gone, what else can she remember in the future.

She didn’t know how long she watched before she raised her head, and saw Luo sitting next to her leaning on the coffin tonight, staring at the dark hole, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Your clothes are much smaller.” The door master said.

Luo Jinxiao was changed to pay attention by her words, she moved her eyes to her cuffs, and then smiled: “This clothes was given to me by the little uncle. It is indeed a little old.”

At this time, someone suddenly ran into the cave. It was the old woman. Her expression was a little flustered, and a few pieces of snow were on top of her gray hair. Big bird.”

“Big Bird?” Sect Master Liu frowned, got up slowly, and walked out of the cave. “How can there be a problem with the enchantment?”

“Hey!” Luo hurried forward tonight, holding her wrist, “Sect Master, I’ll go.”

The sect master paused and nodded in response. She looked at Luo tonight and said: “Well, just try your cultivation level, where is it now.”

Luo had work tonight and immediately got full of energy. He ran out of the hole and broke into the wind and snow.

“The sect master, the bird looks devilish, aren’t you afraid of her getting hurt?” The old woman followed out, looking worried.

The sect master shook his head, and his thin lips curled up: “Nan Doufeng’s spiritual energy nourishes others, and she has cultivated fast, and her cultivation base has risen a lot over the years. Don’t underestimate her.”

The old woman nodded suspiciously: “But, why can’t I see Miss Luo’s cultivation level?”

“Someone cast a spell on her, you can’t see it, but I can.”

Luo Jinxiao had just left the house, and there was a huge bird’s wing waved over there, rolling up the snow on the ground, shaking it so that people could not see it, Luo jumped up on the spot tonight, appeared at her feet indefinitely, let her be in the wind Stand firm in the middle.

There were a lot of golden feathers scattered on the snow. Luo felt very familiar tonight. She looked up and was very surprised. Isn’t this the golden eagle in Quchengzhou five years ago?

It turned out that it was not killed by Qiongqi, and it has survived to the present.

It just doesn’t know why, it seems to have been enchanted with demon energy, from a spirit beast to a beast, its golden feathers turn black, and it keeps circling and crying in mid-air.

It aimed at Luo Jinxiao again, swooping down, carrying a strong turbid energy, and seemed bound to swallow her into his belly.

Luo Jinxiao was just wondering, but not afraid. She melted an ice blade with her right hand and waved it backhand. The ice blade was wrapped in snow and ice, almost cutting off the wings of the golden eagle.

The golden eagle is huge, but very flexible. It avoids the ice blade, its beak is wide, and billowing black air gushes out from it. Luo saw the devilish energy tonight, and his eyes were sharp, she put away the ice blade and grabbed Wujue. In his hand, he was floating in the air.

“It’s a demon again.” She spoke with resentment and turned around twice. Suddenly, the surrounding snowflakes seemed to be under her control. Diao rushed away.

The golden eagle had nowhere to hide, so he had to use his hard feathers to withstand Luo Jinxiao’s attack. After a loud crackling, it raised its head again, and the cold light was in front of its eyes.

In the next instant, the golden eagle didn’t even wait for the call, his head was cut off by Wujue, and his huge body glide with the wind, and then fell into the snow, leaving a long blood-stained road.

Luo Jinxiao came to the ground slowly, his long body Yuli stood on the top of the frozen mountain, his Tsing Yi dangling behind him, and his head was flying.

She snorted, spreading her hands back endlessly, and chanting a formula, the golden eagle corpse lying in the snow was shed, and it became a huge hairless chicken.

Knowing that the person she hates most is Qu Chengzhou, this stupid bird dared to hit her and deserved it. Luo Jinxiao thought fiercely.

Qiongqi was awakened by the movement, ran out with Huan’er, swallowed the bird’s head in one bite, then shook his tail towards the bird’s body like a hill, opened his mouth and gnawed.

Luo had a face cast by the snow raised by her paws tonight. She reluctantly blocked her eyes and said with a smile: “You eat slowly and be careful of choking.”

In the past five years, the mountain was bare and there was nothing to eat, but this guy was so hungry, but now he has also changed his picky eaters and only has to eat grass.

Only her sleeves were cut by the feathers of the golden eagle. She felt so distressed that she had to make up for it when she went back.

Luo walked back to the ice room tonight and entered the cave, but as soon as he entered the door, he felt that the atmosphere was very wrong.

She squatted in her heart, ran a few steps quickly, half-crouched beside the door master, leaned over to look at her face, and said worriedly: “Door master, you are…”

The old woman on the side wiped her tears and shook her head and said: “Miss Luo, Zhao Zhao, she, the last soul is gone.”

Luo was still slightly relieved tonight, and suddenly fell to the bottom. She hurriedly looked at the coffin, and saw that the originally beautiful and delicate girl was rapidly aging, and finally turned into crystal powder, rising in the air, and gradually drifting away. .

Even if I haven’t seen Luo Jinxiao alive, my heart hurts a bit after seeing this scene.

The expression of the doorkeeper on the side was very calm. He looked up at the place where Zhaozhao disappeared. The glazed eyes were shining with stars, but the sadness under his eyes could not be hidden.

After a long time, a tear fell from her pale cheek.

“I had expected this day long ago.” The doormaster’s pink lips now no longer see a little blood, she opened her mouth and said, her body faltering.

“She should go, too,” she said again, and then stood up slowly, holding on to the coffin.

Before she could stand firmly, she fell forward. Luo quickly stood up tonight and held her back. In these years, the sect master not only did not treat her wrongly, but also taught her a lot of cultivation techniques. She had already used her Treated like a teacher.

Seeing her in such a painful and desolate state now, it is very uncomfortable in my heart, but I don’t know how to comfort it.

She thought of Qu Weiyin unknowingly, would she be so sad.

The longing for five years, day and night, reached its peak at this moment.

“Sect Master, take care of your body!” The old woman also staggered forward, wiping tears with her withered hands.

“I’m fine.” The host clenched her teeth tightly, not allowing her grief to be too obvious, she pushed Luo Jinxiao away and slowly walked out of the cave.

Luo Jinxiao worried about her fainting, and kept following behind him until the sect master lay back on the ice bed, and then sat aside with peace of mind.

“You don’t have to guard me, I want to be alone.” The doormaster’s voice is no longer as ethereal as usual.

“The sect master has been alone for decades, and it has long been quiet enough.” Luo said boldly tonight. She pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and gently wiped away the tears for the sect master.

The doormaster stopped talking. She lay flat, with silver-white hair scattered on the crystal ice bed like streamers. When she closed her eyes, Luo had the illusion that she had gone too tonight.

Luo didn’t even dare to leave tonight, just sitting on the side, waiting for her to wake up.

The wind and snow blew all night, and finally stopped early the next morning. The red sunlight was reflected by the white snow, making the outside of the house brighter than before.

When the doorkeeper opened his eyes, Luo Jinxiao was engraving a little iceman on the side, and there were several neatly arranged on the ground in front of her.

“Sect Master, you are awake.” Luo burst into a smile tonight.

The doorkeeper was stunned for a moment, looked away, raised his jaw and pointed at the little iceman: “Who are these?”

Luo was quite excited tonight. She picked up the most exquisite and beautiful one, held it in her hand and showed it to the master, with a smile on her face: “This is my little uncle, you see, she is the most exquisite and beautiful, and the most beautiful. “

The doormaster looked at the iceman in her hand and coughed.

Luo happily took Qu Weiyin’s little iceman into his arms tonight, picked up another square-faced one, and said, “This is my master, his face is as black as charcoal.”

“This is Lu Fanzhi, my good friend, this is Luo Ning, my sister, and the only family in the world.”

“Then what’s in your hand.” The doormaster asked.

“This is you.” Luo handed the iceman who was carving to the doormaster tonight.

The iceman was only half carved, the lower part was not yet formed, and his hair was very long and mopping the floor.

“Not bad.” The doormaster whispered.

Luo looked at her worriedly tonight and asked: “Sect Master, what’s wrong with you.”

“It’s nothing, the same as usual.” The sect master said, perhaps it was the perennial sadness that made her numb, or that this day was indeed no different from before, because Zhao Zhao had died long ago.

“Do you really want to go down the mountain?” the sect master asked suddenly.

Luo Jinxiao fell silent when she heard the words. She held the squiggly Iceman in her arms and touched her hair.

She also didn’t want to go down the mountain very much, she was very lonely.

But she really missed her, so much.