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Under the candlelight, a girl with veil embroidery under the oil lamp. Suddenly, she accidentally stabbed her fingertips, and small blood beads appeared, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Although she was covered with a veil, she could see the girl's charming face. The wound on her fingertips was forgotten in a blink of an eye. The girl put down her needle and thread and unfolded the embroidery that she had spent several hours on.

A handkerchief and mandarin ducks play in the water.

As if I was thinking of something, I raised a slight smile on my lips.

...

In the restaurant, countless middle-aged men in gorgeous clothes sat around the table and presented wine to a "youth" who was sitting in the main seat.

The young man was wearing a blue shirt, which could not cover his graceful figure. His face was delicate, his long and narrow eyes were covered with a thigh of beard on his lips. He could see that his identity as a woman dressed in a man. No one could mention it.

The twelve or three-year-old maid stood behind her with her hands and obediently.

"Boss Xiao, please--" A person next to him smiled and looked flattering.

The "Young man" nodded, stretched out his slender jade hand, and was about to take it, a little throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart.

With a sudden rise, the "youth" came to the window and looked at the bright moon.

"But something bad happened..."

"Young Master, maybe you are too tired recently." The maid on the side said.

"Maybe..."

...

Endless silence.

Can't see, can't hear, can't feel, can't speak silently.

"..." Li Xianyuan slowly opened her eyes.

As his consciousness recovered, he gradually heard his breathing and his body recovered consciousness - it would be better not to recover. His whole body felt as if it were disintegrating and the pain was about to break.

Then he remembered that with a reminder before, he no longer felt any more. This place was obviously not the underworld. Could it be that... it was being pressed under the hall?

Still alive.

Unable to see things, Li Xianyuan didn't know that he was blind, but what was it. He gritted his teeth and raised his arm, but felt a heavy object pressing on his body.

At first I thought it was a pillar stone, and when I touched, it was soft and soft, with a hint of warmth.

The sound of soft chanting sounds sounded in my ears, and a faint fragrance penetrated into my nose.

master……?

"Master..." Li Xianyuan shook Ning Jiya, who was pressing on her body, without any reaction.

He struggled to get up, but found that the space was very small, so he couldn't even stretch his arms.

The right arm lost consciousness, as if it was suppressed by something.

Little raised your left arm, groped upwards with your palm, touched a few strands of soft hair, and it was wet.

It's definitely not blood.

In the darkness, my palm groped and finally touched my face lying on my chest. My fingers reached under my nose, one breath, two breaths...

More than a dozen breaths passed.

Li Xianyuan's heart gradually became cold.

He was unwilling to give up, and moved his palm down, squeezed into the place where the two of them were pressing against each other, and pressed against Ning Jiya's left chest.

Starting with softness, Li Xianyuan ignored it at all, just quietly sensed his heartbeat...

"You bastard...what are you doing..." A weak and slightly ashamed and angry voice rang in his ears.

Li Xianyuan was stunned and didn't know what to say. After a long time of stunned life, she seemed to be stupid and said, "Master, aren't you dead?"

His voice was dull, but he could still hear the faint tremor of imperceptible tremor.

Ning Jiya felt a little warm and said softly: "If you die, you can't talk to you."

In the darkness, Ning Jiya couldn't see Li Xianyuan's expression. But from the trembling of his actions and voice just now, she knew what he thought, and chuckled: "I thought you were ruthless, and it turned out that I still had my master in my heart."

The headrest stones, such a small space. There is not enough air. Li Xianyuan felt a little stuffy and said, "Master, please cast the spell."

No need to look at it, but his face must be pale and colorless at this moment.

I heard Ning Jiya's voice weak and her breath hit her neck: "If you cast the forbidden spell, it will take at least two hours to restore your spiritual power."

Two hours...

Li Xianyuan's fingers twitched slightly.

It would be fine if he didn't move. When he moved, Ning Jiya remembered that Li Xianyuan's palm was still placed on her chest.

At this time, the two of them were tightly pressed against each other, with an ambiguous posture. The palms were even printed on her left chest. After living for so many years, she had never been so close to men. Especially the man was still his own apprentice. After pinching it, she only made her whole body soft and her legs couldn't help but clamp.

Ning Jiya's cheeks were hot. She wanted to move away but was afraid that her apprentice was injured, so she had to acquiesce to her chest. Fortunately, it was pitch black and she couldn't see Li Xianyuan, and Li Xianyuan couldn't see her hot face.

At this moment, I felt that Li Xianyuan pulled out his hand.

Ning Jiya breathed a lot, and her heart felt a little inexplicably empty.

This thought arises, and Ning Jiya can't help but be angry about what happened to him. She actually had a whim about her apprentice.

But a lonely man and a widow embrace each other so intimately. How could she not think about it?

Elder Yifeng, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, was like a girl, thinking about it randomly.

After a while, Ning Jiya suddenly realized that Li Xianyuan had not spoken for a long time, and couldn't help but say in a hurry: "Xianyuan?"

After a long breath, she breathed a sigh of relief until Li Xianyuan spoke.

"Immortal fate is for..." In such a situation, I don't know why Ning Jiya couldn't say anything about her master. She couldn't help but change her words: "But the master has suppressed you."

Li Xianyuan shook his head slightly, and then the master couldn't see it, and then he arrived: "It's okay. Master, you have your head hurt, so don't move around."

Ning Jiya was slightly stunned when she heard this.

"When the hall collapsed, Xianyuan, you protected me under your body. I was not injured."

"..." Li Xianyuan was speechless, groping in the darkness of his left hand, touching Ning Jiya's black hair, rubbing it gently. The semi-condensation and warm sticking to his hands.

The master is not injured, so the blood...

Li Xianyuan was trying to touch the blood, but Ning Jiya didn't know. Li Xianyuan gently stroked his palm, and Ning Jiya felt a numbness spread to her heart. A strange thing was caused.

"Xianyuan, you..." Ning Jiya spoke with difficulty, and felt that Li Xianyuan had withdrawn her hand.

The numbness dissipated, but Ning Jiya felt even more uncomfortable.

Li Xianyuan didn't know that the master was thinking about it, so he turned to touch his right shoulder.

Get warm.

really……

Li Xianyuan lowered his right arm, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to chuckled a few times.

Is this a satirical thing? For immortality, Li Xianyuan tried his best to avoid all dangers. For immortality, he would rather be ruthless in plants and trees.

Now that love has not ended, life is about to disappear. Should it be said that it is time, is life?

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the ruins have been silent. I can’t hear any sound from the outside world, and I don’t know what the result is.

At first, Li Xianyuan could still feel his master's soft body pressing against him, as delicate as silk. As time goes by, his body gradually loses consciousness. He can't feel whether the master is lying on his body or a piece of sunken wood.

The dead silence lasted for a long time, and Li Xianyuan suddenly spoke, his voice trembling a little: "Master, I think we didn't bury it too deep. Now it is late autumn, and it is cool in the middle of the night. It is exactly the cold now."

"Cold?" Ning Jiya, who avoided embarrassment, was slightly stunned: "How could you feel cold so hot?"

The space was already small, and the two of them were squeezed together. Before long, the air became stuffy and a little unstoppable.

Ning Jiya's cultivation level has been lost for a while, and the spiritual treasure is useless. But his ability is still there. It is easy to hold back his breath.

"..." Li Xianyuan was silent and spoke weakly after a moment.
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