Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

In the blink of an eye, he stayed in the rock tribe for nearly seven days.

On this day, the low vortex was like a pupil, the black cloud pressed down the white demon dense forest to destroy a piece that fell into darkness, the yin wind rolled up thousands of dead branches and leaves, and thunder and lightning brewed in the vortex and was born.

At this moment, everyone in the rock tribe gathered in a place that looked like an altar, clasped their hands in front of their chests, closed their eyes and bowed their heads, and sincerely prayed to the pupils of the black clouds in the sky.

"The treasure house is coming, all the warriors of the Rock Clan are ready!"

The patriarch of the Yan tribe bowed to the sky in front of everyone and announced loudly.

At this moment, a golden "door" appeared in the sky vortex.

Dragon and phoenix carvings, meticulously carved, lifelike.

The divine brilliance poured down, and the desire from the soul made people unconsciously want to be generous and throw themselves behind the mysterious "door".

Without exception, all the demons and demons suddenly quieted down, for fear of provoking the Skyrim Immortal Gate.

Meanwhile.

The White Demon Dense Forest is not only a tribe of the Yan tribe, but other tribes have also fully sensed the changes in heaven and earth, and have summoned their clansmen and recruited foreigners to come to the sacrificial ground.

Celestial Tribe: "The final victory of the treasure trove must be our Celestial Clan!" The

Wind Tribe: "We are bound to get the treasure house!" "

...............,"

the three tribes of Yan, Tian, and Wind were extremely excited, and the treasure house of the Xuannu was opened every ten years, and at this time, the women in the clan had joys and sorrows, and they were not different, after all, under the great benefits were endless dangers.

It's either a lot of money, or it's a failure.

Outside the Rock Clan Sacrifice Platform at this moment.

Fan Yunmo looked at the sacred immortal gate, feeling a little itchy in his heart, and at the same time looked at the cultivators of different sects, and asked in a puzzled whisper: "Senior brother, the treasure house is open, are you planning to cooperate with the Rock Clan?" "

The reason why he and Yan Xueli came to the Yan Clan is to be honest, it is only to avoid the storm here, and then rush to Dapu Temple after the wind and waves calm down.

That's right.

However, knowing that the treasure house contained all kinds of heavenly materials and earth treasures, extremely high-grade magic weapons, and even the phoenix fire origin that fit Yan Xueli, he had to make Fan Yunmo move.

In fact, Yan Xueli is the same, she knows that her current strength is not enough, even if the Ghost Fire and Law Array can greatly improve a person's strength and kill the enemy across the border, it is difficult to reach the point where she can be strong enough to monopolize Fan Yunmo.

Jian Ruthlessly held the Chiyang Sword, nodded and replied, "Well, after all, they have a map in their hands, and they can easily find the treasure they have loved for a long time, why not?" Seeing

his worried expression, Jian Ruthlessly continued: "Little junior brother, you don't have to be afraid that the Yan Clan will regret it, after all, with the existence of you and me, if they don't want to be exterminated, honestly putting away greed is the best choice."

At

this time, Fan Yunmo glanced at his wistful gaze, and asked: "Speaking of senior brother, how strange is the look in Sister Xia's eyes when she looks at me, I always feel an inexplicable coldness, and I didn't provoke her."

Hearing his question, Jian ruthlessly hooked his face to hide his embarrassment and said, "Sister Xia....... Well, how to say, little junior brother, be careful yourself, I don't know much about Sister Xia, and it has only been less than a month since I walked with us. But rest assured, she won't treat you like that, that is..... Possible.... Simply interested in you, Sister Xia loves to dissect corpses, especially the corpses of geniuses. "

Fan Yunmo:".............""

But Sister Xia suddenly asked me about your background a few days ago, but I didn't know what to do." Jian ruthlessly rubbed his head and said, "Speaking of which, we only know that you were brought back to the sect by Bai Shouza when you were eight years old, and we don't know anything about you otherwise. "

That being said... But in fact, even Fan Yunmo didn't know much about his background, he only remembered that he woke up in ruins, and then he was picked up by the master and returned to the Yunling Sect.

For the previous memory, it is very vague, and he has not remembered much for a long time.

At the same time, Fan Yunmo couldn't help but suspect that she was checking her household registration.

Ask yourself what you do?

Her name is Fan Yanxia.... His own name is Fan Yunmo........ All surnamed

"Fan"

thought of some possibility, Fan Yunmo stayed in place, and exclaimed in his heart: They should not be from the same family!?

...........

Just after Fan Yunmo and Yan Xueli left from the sacrificial place, Fan Yanxia suddenly came to the door.

There was no one under the four.

While walking towards them, she said to herself: "Fan Yunmo, when he was eight years old, he was brought back to the Yunling Sect by the first seat of Taoyuan Peak, lived for five years, his origin is unknown, and there is only one master among his relatives..." The

crimson Daoist robe was close to the jade and delicate body, the temperament was cold, elegant and generous, and a faint smell of blood came, the wooden hairpin curled his sideburns, and the forehead hair evoked two bright eyes, bright and beautiful.

Now.

The comers are not good.

Fan Yanxia's gaze often brought invisible pressure to Fan Yunmo, as if it was oppression from the bloodline, and at this time, Yan Xueli played an important role, and soon protected himself behind him, and began to be hostile to her.

Yan Xueli stared at her, her cold eyes showed a coldness, and her red lips spit out a ruthless word:

"Get out!"

There is someone to protect, and Fan Yunmo is relaxed.

However, this situation is also accompanied by disadvantages.

As long as Yan Xueli is hostile to someone, his mood will be extremely abnormal at night, and even a smile is creepy.

For Yan Xueli's warning.

Fan Yanxia's footsteps not only did not stop, but directly approached the two.

Seeing the situation, Yan Xueli intended to sacrifice the Immortal Sword, and several subtle cold lights flashed in Ran'er's void, but her movements suddenly stopped, like a person who had lost her soul, collapsed to the ground.

Before Fan Yunmo could react, Fan Yanxia had already come to him like a ghost, his jade hand pinched his chin, and a pair of bright eyes inlaid with a river of stars carefully examined Fan Yunmo's face.

Fan Yunmo's heart beat faster, not a heartbeat, but a sense of oppression spread in his heart, moving his lips, but he couldn't make a sound, and at the same time his limbs were numb, unable to move one or two.

I saw that the corners of her mouth rose slightly, I don't know whether it was joy or mockery of the weakness of the two of them, but I saw Fan Yanxia bite her finger, bright red blood overflowed, and then smeared on his lips, which was particularly red.

At the same time, a strange elixir was stuffed into her mouth abruptly, swallowed unconsciously, a cold feeling crossed her throat, an inexplicable warm current suddenly poured into her body, and her abdomen still felt a burst of warmth.

Yan Xueli, who collapsed to the ground, could only watch, her eyes were cold, her gaze was like a sharp blade, she wanted to cut her by a thousand cuts, but she could only clench her gums angrily.

The atmosphere is gloomy.

The black clouds of the sky were bleak, and finally fell silent between heaven and earth.

After doing everything, Fan Yanxia let go of Fan Yunmo, cold blue eyes, high and cold overlooking the annoyed Yan Xueli, and even with a trace of disgust, the tone was cold:

"It is difficult for a mayfly to shake a tree after all."

Yan Xueli still wanted to resist, but the icy aura suddenly swept towards her, and in an instant, the ghost fire that had just improved was suddenly extinguished, and in the face of absolute strength, it was just a weak flame.

Fan Yanxia strode away to meet the breeze, and the red robe was indifferent.

After waiting for a few breaths to leave, after a while, the void seemed to shatter, it was a silver light of Xinwei, which looked like silver needles, and at the same time, their hands and feet instantly returned to normal, and they no longer felt numb.

.........

At night, there were still sleepless people working hard to cultivate in the martial arts practice ground of the Yan Clan, and the treasure house immortal gate appeared, although it was not opened, but it still made some people impatient.

However, what Fan Yunmo was different from them was not trying to cultivate, but fighting wits and courage with Yan Xueli.

"Sister Xue Li, you put the sword down and be obedient."

"Yun Mo, shall we go away and fly high? Lest you mess with flowers everywhere. "

Fan Yunmo really wants to say that he is innocent, that Fan Yanxia he really doesn't know, suddenly frowned, and Yan Xueli's cognition of going away and flying high... It's not just falling into the Yellow Spring together.

In the end, Fan Yunmo had no choice but to sell his soul, using sweet words to stabilize Yan Xueli's emotions, and at the same time snatched the fairy sword in his hand and threw it into his own ring, so that he could survive.

However, Yan Xueli was dissatisfied with this, and then entered a battle of words, fiercely fighting for dominance, immediately pushing him down, and even more domineering.

However, Fan Yunmo could not be at her mercy, so he wanted to compete with Yan Xueli, and with the blessing of profound cultivation, Yan Xueli quickly lost, and could only look at him unwillingly.

She bit her lip and unknowingly spilled blood.

Fan Yunmo was stunned for a moment.

Yan Xueli seized the opportunity to send it into his mouth, fed him blood, and turned to cover the bright color smeared by Fan Yanxia's fingers.

It wasn't until late at night, when the crystal bridge was broken, that she gave up.

Perhaps because he was too tired, the two arms hugged Fan Yunmo's neck tightly before he fell asleep groggily.

The mountains have the tendency to show their sharp horns, and Fan Yunmo is acting rashly, otherwise if she wakes up, I am afraid that she will be even more difficult, and she wants to suffocate him alive.

There was no moonlight, no insects, only unknown groans echoing through the dense forest.

Fan Yunmo carefully smoothed her hair, trying to soothe Yan Xueli while softly speaking: "Mother, why didn't you help at that time?"

Mo Li Jian trembled, and Fan Niang did not respond.

Fan Yunmo sighed softly, closed her eyes and tried to peek into the sea of knowledge, trying to find the elixir that Fan Yanxia gave her, but Yan Xueli in her arms was often dishonest, moving her hands and feet, sucking her neck, or putting her jade hands into her clothes and wrapping her feet.

Yan Xueli curled her toes like mutton fat jade, her thighs wrapped around Fan Yunmo's body, and she asked for warmth without mercy.

Suddenly, the curtain came to an icy end.

Fan Yunmo was startled and hurriedly lifted the futon.

"Sister Xueli, you..." Yan Xueli's

skin was crystal clear, the water droplets were clear, her eyes were closed, she bit her red lips and said nothing, and at the same time her cheeks were slightly red, and she turned her head weakly and did not dare to look at him.

Helpless, Fan Yunmo could only watch out for her while silently chanting the meditation mantra, forcibly leaving his thoughts behind.

"If you can't hold it back....... You can actually go to the latrine. "

Human connections are in mortal flesh, and sometimes they are inevitable.

It's just that he doesn't understand, why do the good ones hold back?

Could it be that it's too cold at night?

Yan Xueli closed his eyes and didn't speak, just buried his head deep in front of his chest, and said in a red face, "Hmm." Just

when Fan Yunmo thought it was nothing.

The salty sea breeze haunts the tip of the nose.

At this time, he realized it later, and then he was silent............ Looking at Yan Xueli, who did not dare to look at him squarely, he could only pretend to be indifferent and continue to sleep.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: In the end, I let Sister Xueli hold back................ My fault.