Chapter 149

"I want you to sleep more!" Qing nine simply also sit down, conveniently picked up next to the stick, throw into the fire.

"I can hold on. By the way, let Xue Lin wait for us here tomorrow. Do you have anything to defend yourself? I'm afraid he'll be in danger if he stays here alone. " Zhou Yichen looked anxiously at Xue Lin and thought of the scattered dead just now. He was afraid that they would make a comeback when Xue Lin was alone.

Qing Jiu tilts his head and thinks for a while. He takes out an agate bracelet from his arms and hands it to Zhou Yichen.

"This is very spiritual. It should be more than enough to protect a mortal." Qing Jiu said.

"I hope everything goes well tomorrow." Zhou Yichen looked at the hand string in his hand and said softly, a trace of worry slipped through his deep eyes.

The next morning, Qing Jiu and Zhou Yichen told Xue Lin a few words, and then they took things up the mountain.

Zhou Yichen put on his cotton padded clothes and walked up the mountain with Qing Jiu.

"Is the far north on the top of the mountain?" Zhou Yichen asked in a low voice, looking at Qing Jiu walking in front of him.

"Of course not. If you cross this mountain, you will be in the far north." Qing Jiu's voice didn't have any ups and downs, the soles of his feet were like wind, which made him a little more distant from Zhou Yichen.

"Then why don't you use the sword?" Zhou Yichen stopped, bowed his head and gasped.

"It's very cold in the extreme north. If you get close to it now, you will gradually adapt to its temperature. If the imperial sword arrives in the twinkling of an eye, you can't stand it when it lands! Well, the mountain is not high either. It will turn over in a moment Qing nine turns head to smile to say, toward week also Chen stretch out a hand.

Zhou Yichen nodded and saw Qing Jiu's slender hand. The hand hanging on his side held it. After all, he reached out and held Qing Jiu's hand.

It took three or four hours for Qing Jiu and Zhou Yichen to cross the mountain.

As soon as he stepped into the far north, Zhou Yichen immediately felt an unusual breath, mixed with a terrible chill.

The more Zhou Yichen walked forward, the more he felt the fog around him. He followed Qing Jiu closely, but he didn't know when he could no longer see Qing Jiu!

"Qing Jiu?" Zhou Yichen cried out, and he didn't dare to go on. He held the sword tightly in his right hand and turned around in the same place. There was nothing but fog in his eyes.

Maybe Qing Jiu has gone on. If he stays in the same place, he will be far away from Qing Jiu.

Zhou Yichen clenched his teeth, raised his hand and patted his face to cheer himself up, and slowly continued to walk forward. He could feel the position of Li Teng, even if it was very weak.

He felt the ground under his feet getting softer and softer. He looked down and saw that it was snow!

He looked up again, the fog around him had dispersed, and there was a vast expanse of snow around him.

Zhou Yichen frowned slightly, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of red. He fixed his eyes on a woman in red, who was particularly eye-catching in the snow.

How could there be anyone else in the far north? Is this woman in red also an undead?

Zhou Yichen didn't dare to get close without permission. He turned around and wanted to go in the opposite direction.

"Zhou Yichen!"

He just stepped out a step, stop, this voice is not Qing Jiu? But when she set out, she was wearing dark green clothes. How did she turn red now?

Zhou Yichen looked back and saw that the woman who had been dozens of Zhang away from him had already come behind him. That face was Qing Jiu!

"When did you change your clothes, you almost scared me to death without telling me!" Zhou Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervous system immediately relaxed.

"Do I look good?" For the first time, Qing Jiu asked. He raised his slender arm and put it on Zhou Yichen's shoulder. His mouth was smiling and his eyes were blurred. He had an indescribable style.

Zhou Yichen was puzzled, pulled the corners of his mouth unnaturally, nodded numbly, and then stepped back to avoid her arm.

"You don't like me?" A trace of displeasure flashed across her face, but she immediately regained the smile of all living beings. She stepped forward, put her hands around Zhou Yichen's neck, approached him, and put her forehead on his shoulder.

There was a unique fragrance on her body, and he felt that his brain was blank.

"Do I smell sweet?" She asked in a low voice. She raised her head and put her chin on his shoulder. The breath from her nose spilled on his neck with a faint coolness.

"Fragrant." Zhou Yichen's eyes were empty, and subconsciously spat out a word.

The smile at the corner of her mouth widened, and a Black Mist appeared in her right hand behind Zhou Yichen's neck. Then the Black Mist dispersed, and a dagger appeared in her hand.

"Zhou Yichen, I also like you." She whispered, raised her head, and stood on tiptoe, trying to kiss.

Just as the distance between her lips was getting closer and closer, Zhou Yichen suddenly woke up and pushed away the "Qing Jiu" in front of her. He stepped back a few steps. Seeing the dagger in her hand, his pupils shrank.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yichen looks at the person in front of him warily and clenches the chopping sword in his hand.

Why didn't chopping sword react to this fake at all?

"Me? I'm Qing Jiu! " Her face innocent, helpless to hand out, the dagger has long disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yichen droops his eyes and looks up at her again, only to find that her clothes have become dark green.

"Qing Jiu?" Zhou Yichen asked suspiciously, because he still didn't believe his eyes.

"Why do you ask? It's me She stressed that she seemed very dissatisfied with Zhou Yichen's doubts and dropped her lips.

"Are you really Qing Jiu?" Zhou Yichen suddenly felt a little pain in his head. His magic sword "bang" fell to the ground. He squatted down in pain and held his head in his hands.

There seemed to be countless voices calling his name in his head

"Yichen? It's my birthday

Zhou Yichen suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was a thatched roof. Here is

"Nightmares? Get up quickly. Grandma cooked for you Grandma sat by the bed, smiling lovingly, picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Grandma? Zhou Yichen pinched his thigh hard and found that it was painful, which proved that it was not a dream.

"What's the matter? The child sleeps foolishly Grandma said with a smile. The folds on her face trembled a few times. Holding the edge of the bed with one hand, she slowly stood up, went to the table, picked up the bowl of noodles on the table, and then walked back to give it to Zhou Yichen.

"Take a bite." Her slightly turbid eyes were full of expectation, waiting for Zhou Yichen to eat noodles.

Zhou Yichen's eyes were slightly red. He felt that he was suddenly a little confused. Were those days of adventure with Qing Jiu and Xue Lin all fake? Was it all a dream he had?

"Grandma, is the Xue Lin family OK?" Instead of rushing to move his chopsticks, Zhou Yichen held the bowl of noodles in his hands and looked at his grandmother.

"Well, he came to see you this morning. This is the one he sent. I thought you were still sleeping, so I asked him to come back at night." Grandma stretched out her wrinkled hand and touched Zhou Yichen's head, just like when she was a child.

Zhou Yichen's nose was sour, and his hand trembled slightly. He hooked his lips, picked up chopsticks, picked up noodles, and just wanted to put them into his mouth. Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed, and he was in the cellar of Xue Lin's family!

He saw grandma's ferocious face, and then Qing Jiu's whip waved, and she was gone.

What the hell is going on?

At the same time, Qing Jiu walked and found that Zhou Yichen, who had been following him, had disappeared!

"Is he lost? I don't worry about such a big man! " Qing nine low voice complains a way, simply return to walk, seek him.

"Qing Jiu, don't you think it's strange that you've come all the way?" Xiaobai, who hasn't made a sound for ten days and a half months, suddenly says something like this.

When she said this, Qing Jiu realized that she had not heard any sound, let alone the breath of the dead.

It's unusually quiet and "clean.".

"It doesn't make sense. I can't feel it." Qing Jiu frowned and said in a low voice. He stretched out his hand to call out the whip, but found that there was no way at all.

"There's something wrong with my whip. I have to find Zhou Yichen quickly!" Realizing that something was wrong, Qing Jiu quickly raised her feet and ran back. However, she only felt a flash of white light in front of her eyes. Then she found that she was wearing a wedding dress and sitting on the bed.

"What's the matter?" Qing Jiu opens his mouth, but finds that he can't make a sound at all, and he can't move.

"I'm afraid it's a mirage created by the undead. They should also use this method to make those who were before disappear. Their resentment has grown stronger and stronger over the years. Even the protoss can limit it." Xiaobai felt a very repressive breath, with a very strong mind, if ordinary people would have been confused and lost their mind.

"Is there any way to crack it?" Qing Jiu can't move or say, but he can't wait to die like this.

"Such an illusion can only be solved from the outside, so you have to look forward to Zhou Yichen. Although Zhou Yichen is the Savior, he is just an ordinary man now. Even if he cuts the magic sword, he will be bound here. " Xiaobai frowned and touched his chin with his fat fingers. He couldn't figure out why the boss made such a terrible place.

"Zhou Yichen? I'm worried if he's lost in the environment long ago! " Qing Jiu was alert to the changes around her. She should be the only one in the house at present. If it wasn't for the thick red cap on her head that covered her sight, she wouldn't be so nervous as now.

"Squeak." The door was opened and a man came in. After closing the door, he walked steadily towards Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu watched the man's feet standing in front of her, thinking that he was going to lift the cover. As a result, after waiting for a long time, the man didn't move.

Qing Jiu was more nervous and almost held her breath. She felt the sweat sliding down her forehead and cheek.

"Madam, I've been waiting for a long time." The man finally said a word, his voice a little hoarse, like infected with the cold.