Somehow, the more he explained, the more people were misunderstood. In the end, she blushed and couldn't help but think about it.

Is he talking about the tortoise, or himself?

She didn't know about the bastard, but if it was him.

It seems... quite big.

Rong Shang didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her burying her head in silence, he just thought she was unhappy.

He stood up and bowed to her: "My disciple's words are clumsy. Please forgive me, Lord Immortal."

Yu Zhengtong raised his eyes slightly, facing the orange candlelight, and caught a glimpse of his lips as red as blood.

Seven years have passed and his appearance seems to have not changed much.

In other words, Rong Shang's appearance has not changed since the first time she saw him.

After knowing each other for more than fourteen years, she has grown from a little baby girl to the tall and graceful young lady she is today.

And he, from beginning to end, looked like a picturesque young man.

Her eyes were stunned, staring at him intently.

Rongshang felt the burning gaze, and raised his lowered eyes slightly, looking back at her.

The snow was crystal white, and the moonlight spread all over the ground. The gleaming light reflected on her black hair, which made her brows gentle, as if covered with a layer of pure white holy light.

His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes only stayed for a moment, and then he looked away: "It's getting late, does the Immortal Lord want to go back?"

Yu Zhengzong, who was lost in thought, was brought back to reality by his slightly hoarse voice. She lowered her eyes and looked at the white snowflakes falling to her toes: "Come for a walk with me."

Rong Shang was silent for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he responded in a low voice: "Okay."

Yu Zhanzong was about to leave, but found that more than half of the bowl of turtle soup was left.

She said she was practicing her cooking skills hard, but in fact, she had not touched the kitchen many times in the past seven years.

It's not that she's lazy, it's mainly that the Gui Sect doesn't let her enter the kitchen.

She often missed Rong Shang, and every time she saw the dragon tendon left on Rong Shang, she couldn't help but think of his thoughts when he handed the dragon tendon to her.

——The dragon tendons are reserved for stewing soup. Your soup-making skills are not good, so I have left a subordinate with excellent cooking skills for you.

As soon as she thought of what he said, she would rush into the kitchen and squat in the kitchen day and night, cooking and making soup. Once she made it, she would be responsible for the entire Guixu Mountain's meals for three to five days.

But it seems that every time she cooks, Pei Qian is frightened.

If Pei Qian senses that she wants to go into the kitchen, he will find an excuse to go out in advance, for fear of being caught by her and used as a guinea pig in the experiment.

In fact, the food she stir-fries tastes pretty good, but for some reason, the stewed soup is a bit hard to describe.

Those who knew it thought she was making soup, and those who didn't know thought she was making shit.

Basically, every time she cooks, the utilization rate of the vacant huts in Guixu Mountain will soar to 300%, and within three to five days, the overflowing smell of shit will be wafted in Guixu Mountain.

After experiencing the torture of the stench all over the sky several times, the food she cooked was boycotted by members of the Ghost Sect.

But I don't know why, even so, she still feels a kind of mysterious confidence every time she makes soup.

Yu Zhanzong stretched out his hand towards the soup bowl, preparing to pour out the remaining turtle soup: "Go for a walk in the city. There is no curfew at night in Luancheng. I will take you to a restaurant for a good meal."

Rongshang took a step ahead of her, picked up the soup bowl, and drank all the turtle soup in the bowl, leaving only an empty turtle shell.

She was slightly startled when she saw him carrying a bowl into the kitchen, seemingly washing the dishes.

After washing his face, he went out and wiped his fingers carefully with a silk handkerchief.

This scene was very familiar. He had wiped his fingers like this after killing someone in the past.

However, what he wiped off today was water, but in the past, what he wiped off was blood.

Yu Zhengzong sighed softly, it seemed that he had really lost his memory.

In fact, she didn't understand why Lu Renjia was willing to risk his own life to save Rong Shang.

Lu Renjia's spiritual power has almost completely dissipated, and he has long been showing signs that he will die soon. It is not easy to survive for so many years.

Even if the spiritual power she sent to Lu Renjia was added, he would still have to burp for two to three years at most.

Although he won't live long, he can live day by day. The closer to the end of his life, the more he should cherish his life.

Xue Xi was his classmate and the object of his affection. When Xue Xi was about to die, he did not have the courage to risk his life.

Rong Shang and he were strangers, so why was he willing to extend Rong Shang's life?

Yu Zhengzong couldn't figure it out. She saw Rongshang walking further and further away and had climbed over the wall in the blink of an eye. She had no choice but to give up her random thoughts and quickly followed him.

She was as light as a swallow, and with a little tiptoe, she flew up to the top of the wall.

Looking at Rongshang in the snow, she did not jump down immediately, but turned sideways, gently tiptoed, opened her arms slightly, and walked along the eaves of the wall.

The goose feathers and white snow were like cotton wool, fluttering on her shoulders. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had transformed into a Korean drama heroine with an aesthetic style.

One step, two steps, she was like an elegant white swan, slightly raising her chin, revealing her long and white neck.

Yu Zhengzong didn't even need to lower his head to know that Rong Shang, who was standing on the other side of the wall, was staring at her at the moment.

She raised her lips and smiled softly. She was no longer the innocent and ignorant Yu Zongzong seven years ago. She was now Niu Gulu Yu Zongzong.

Even if he loses his memory, as long as she gives her ten days, she can make him fall in love with her again.

Next, it was time to test her acting skills.

Since ancient times, heroes saving beauties have been the catalyst for love.

According to the hundreds of ancient dog-blood books she has read, if a beauty loses her footing and falls from a high place, there will definitely be a handsome young man who catches the beauty, and while catching her, she will spin in circles, as if she was stepped on.

Like a carousel.

If she 'accidentally' slipped and fell, Rong Shang would definitely catch her without hesitation.

When the two of them embrace each other in the snow, with their eyes facing each other, are they still worried that the spark of love will not come out?

Yu Zhengtong's smile became brighter and brighter, her raised toes tilted slightly by two inches, and her body suddenly lost its center of gravity.

In her eyes, she was waving her arms gently, like dancing butterfly wings.

She shook off the hairpin from her hair, and the black hair instantly fell around her waist. White snowflakes blew in the breeze, blowing the hair on her temples and caressing her cheeks.

So poignant and moving.

In fact, Yu Zhengzao flapped his arms back and forth like a big flapping moth.

She shook her head hard, and a gust of cold wind blew up, blowing her hair into a mess and wrapping it around her face like black sheep shit.

Rong glanced at her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then took a step back calmly.

Not the embrace I expected.

There was no turning around as expected.

There is no expected hero to save the beauty.

Yu Zhengtong fell headlong into the snow, and a human figure at the scene of the crime fell out of the snow.

Fortunately, the snow was thick enough, so it didn't hurt if she fell softly. But if it hadn't been for the snow, she would have suffered a concussion today.

The smile on Yu Zhengtong's lips froze, and she raised her head from the snow pit after a while. She looked at Rong Shang with a ferocious face: "Why don't you catch me?"

Rongshang looked innocent: "Men and women are not intimate."

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

Her facial muscles twitched twice, and the veins on her temples pulsed. For a moment, she couldn't think of a word to refute.

Yu Zhansong couldn't vent his anger, so he could only get up by himself, pat the snow on his body, and rush forward.

Rong Shang followed her, keeping a close distance from her.

The footprints in the snow were large and small. The silver moonlight shone on the ground, and the bright starlight flickered slightly, reflecting the elongated figures of the two people.

At some point, the two of them walked outside the gate of Luancheng.

There is no curfew in Luan City, and the city gates are not strictly guarded on weekdays, but for some reason today, the guards guarding the city gate just saw her disheveled hair, and insisted on saying that she was acting suspiciously, and stopped her, refusing to let her in.

After all, it was New Year's Eve, and Yu Zhengzong didn't want to argue with the guards, but the hairpin that tied her hair was lost at Honglian Temple, and she couldn't go back to look for it now.

In desperation, she had no choice but to intercede with the guard: "I just accidentally lost my hairpin and am not a bad person."

The guard said in a tough tone: "Of course a scoundrel will not admit that he is a scoundrel. There are distinguished guests arriving in the city tonight. If you want to enter the city, you have to wait until early tomorrow morning to come back."

Yu Zhengzong was choked by the guard and had nothing to say. She had to admit that what the guard said seemed quite reasonable.

She was about to rub the guard again, but before she opened her mouth, she felt a big cold hand reach behind her neck slowly and slowly.

Rongshang used his fingers as a comb to smooth out her wind-blown hair. His long and thin fingertips gathered her long hair, and tied it with a red rope with a golden bell hanging from her waist.

of black hair.

The cold wind carrying snowflakes blew by, and the golden bells collided together, making a crisp sound of 'ding-dong-dang-dang', like the sound of ethereal wind chimes.

The wind doesn't stop, but the bells don't stop ringing.

Yu Zhengtong was startled, then turned sideways and looked at him: "Didn't you say that men and women cannot be intimate with each other?"
To be continued...