A forest of peach blossoms, the sound of the piano is lingering.

She sat on the bamboo building deep in the peach blossoms to play the piano. Her white clothes were as good as snow, and her long hair on the ground was tied up by a white ribbon. Her jade fingers were plucked lightly, and the faint sound of the piano was sometimes melodious and sometimes gentle, echoing among the green mountains and clear waters, endlessly and refreshing. Who is that? Looking for the sound of nature, she quietly plucked away the budding branches, shaking off the dew on the petals, and shaking her heartstrings...

Her name is Xueyan, she is a snow demon. She was originally a medical immortal from the Holy Spirit Mountain in the Heavenly Realm. She is also a renowned spirit of the Three Realms. She is respected in the Heavenly Realm. However, because of her temporary good intentions, she let her old enemy, Han Tian, ​​the most evil soul of the Demon Realm, go away in the battle between the Demon Realm. The Emperor of Heaven was furious and deposed her as a demon in the lower realm.

So what about the demon? She is practicing hard on earth just to return to heaven one day, and there are still people waiting for her there.

A slender figure quietly landed under the peach tree, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Xueyan raised her head and saw a handsome man, quiet and extraordinary. The melodious wind swept the petals around him, blurring Xueyan's eyes.

This place is Bihua Mountain. It has been a place for many demons to practice for thousands of years. Few outsiders have entered it. This man Xueyan has never seen him. He stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves flew, and his delicate face was as arrogant as if he was dominating the world. His eyebrows were slightly frowning. Looking at Xueyan, he had no expression or words.

Xueyan was stunned, jumped up, and slapped her toes slightly, took off the Poxue sword hanging on the wall, jumped down from the bamboo building, stood in the open space not far from him, the gauze settled, and the two stood opposite each other.

The clear wind blew, and a sea of ​​peach blossoms slowly rippled, and the raised petals flew with the wind and fell everywhere. He had no weapons in his hand, and there was no murderous intention in his deep eyes, and he was still looking at her calmly.

Xueyan was stunned and was stunned. The man exuded a powerful aura all over his body. Even though he tried hard to restrain himself, Xueyan still felt an overwhelming momentum. What's even more strange is that this face seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she could never remember it.

The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly, and the evil smiled. Xueyan noticed that she had lost her composure. She hurriedly raised her sword to hide her embarrassment and asked sternly. "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The man did not answer, but just looked at Xueyan with his eyes fixedly. His eyes were icy blue, like a star on the top of the snow mountain, calm and mysterious. It seemed that if he took a look at it, he would indulge in it and could not extricate himself. Xueyan hid in a panic, and a blush floated from his cheeks. For thousands of years, she had just practiced quietly in this mountain and had little contact with people. Where did he come from? How could he break into this wilderness? The questions in his mind made Xueyan feel helpless.

The man in front of him was looking at Xueyan's panic with interest, and walked over step by step, his breath getting closer and closer.

Xueyan was a little surprised and quickly took a big step back. "You... don't come here!"

The man did not pause and continued to walk towards Xueyan.

"Stop!" Xueyan looked at him and shook the sword in her hand. Although the sword was not unsheathed, it gave Xueyan a little sense of security. "You... I'm not polite when you come here!"

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth became stronger when he heard this. He saw Xueyan's panic, and there seemed to be a little more pity in his eyes.

The strange man had approached. Xueyan was shocked and annoyed. She suddenly drew her sword. With a clear sound, the sharp blade was just half exposed, and a slender hand was pressed back, leaving a cry of sorrow.

The man leaned forward, his handsome face approaching Xueyan, and he saw her panic. Xueyan took two steps back and hit the peach tree behind him. Just as he was about to dodge, a jade hand was pinched. She tried hard to break free, but it was pinched tighter. His hands were soft, but they were shouting for his domineeringness.

The pink petals were knocked down, like dense rain falling, and the surrounding air became ambiguous.

The first time Xueyan was so close to a opposite sex, and even counted his slender eyelashes clearly. She now felt that she was blushing and turned her head away in a hurry to avoid his gaze. The man stretched out his hand and stubbornly upright Xueyan's jaw, making her look at him. Xueyan widened her eyes. "What are you...what are you going to do?"

His eyes were cold and icy blue, like two bottomless vortexes, rolling Xueyan in, completely losing the ability to think. Looking at the unsolvable affection in his eyes, Xueyan felt dizzy and completely forgot to resist.

Seeing that Xueyan stopped struggling, the man let go of his hands and supported the tree with his arms, trapping her between him and the tree.

Xueyan felt her heart pounding. This person was so close to him that even the panicked self in his eyes could be clearly distinguished. Looking at the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, Xueyan didn't feel disgusted at all, but just looked at him blankly.

"I finally found you." The man leaned over and approached Xueyan's shoulder and whispered softly in her ear. There was joy of reunion in his words and deep attachment in his eyes. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this moment?"

Looking for her? How is it possible? Since being demoted from the realm, Xueyan has been practicing in this Bihua Mountain and has never contacted outsiders. Her aura is not a person in the heaven, so how could she have something to do with her?

It turned out that he had recognized the wrong person. Xueyan took a deep breath. It was obviously someone else who was expected to be so uneasy, and Xueyan was secretly ashamed.

Is he waiting for her in heaven so urgently? The person Xueyan misses her deeply.

Xueyan stabilized her emotions and kept herself calm. "Who are you? I don't know you, I think you recognized the wrong person."

A trace of sadness floated in the man's eyes. "Don't you remember me?"

Seeing that he looked a little disappointed, Xueyan seemed to be a child who did something wrong, and felt unbearable, but when he looked through every corner of his mind, Xueyan could not remember where he had seen him. The person he was looking forward to in such a reunion must be very happy. Xueyan felt a little disappointed, but even if she was looking forward, she could not recognize others.

Seeing the man's expression hesitated, Xueyan took advantage of his unpreparedness and lowered her body and slipped out from under his arms, walked a few steps, and kept her distance from him. "I'm sorry, I really don't know you!"

Xueyan's determination seemed to have really hurt him. His eyes returned to calm. He moved away from Xueyan and turned to the other side of the peach forest. Xueyan looked along his eyes and saw a woman in green clothes in the distance, snuggling under a peach tree, dying, as if she was seriously injured.

Her name is Yang Liu, and she is a willow tree demon. She has been practicing with Xueyan for thousands of years in this Bihua Mountain.

"She is your friend? I heard her say your name."

"Liu'er!" Xueyan was shocked and ran to her side quickly and gently helped her up. "Why are you so hurt?"

She was seriously injured, one hand drooped weakly, and the other hand pressed the wound, and the red blood overflowed from the fingers, and the green clothes were stained with blood. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lips, and her pretty face wrinkled together due to the pain.

Xueyan turned around and looked around. The man was gone. He seemed to say that he knew Xueyan's name just now. A trace of doubt flashed in Xueyan's eyes. Yang Liu trembled slightly in Xueyan's arms because of the pain. Forget it, I can't care about so much.

"Liu'er, Liu'er." Xueyan turned her head and called softly, took out two dark green pills from her sleeve and put them into Yang Liu's mouth. Yang Liu subconsciously swallowed it. Xueyan pressed her back and sent her spiritual power into her body to help her absorb the medicinal power.

"Xueyan, I..." Yang Liu slowly woke up, frowned, and endured the pain.

Xueyan interrupted her and helped her up anxiously. "You are seriously injured and your breath is not stable. Don't talk for now. I'll take you back to heal the wound."

In this way, Xueyan carefully helped the willow into the bamboo building not far away.

"Xueyan, I...I met that snake monster." Yang Liu struggled to support her body, Xueyan supported her and asked her to lean on the head of the bed.

"Fortunately, it was not hurt." Xueyan buried her head in wiping the blood for her, and then used a cotton cloth to dip some green liquid in the stone altar next to her. "Hold on."

The liquid-filled cotton cloth touched the wound and a biting pain came instantly. Yang Liu couldn't help frowning, and his scorching lips were bitten as if bleeding was about to ooze.

"The wound is stained with a little snake venom." Xueyan got up and walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a delicate little porcelain bottle from the medicine cabinet, poured some fine white powder on the gauze, and bandaged her wound.

"A young man saved me. Have you seen him?" Yang Liu looked around and looked up and asked. "If it weren't for his help, I would have died at the hands of the snake demon."

"He sent you back, probably because he had left." Xueyan handed her the prepared soup. "You should cure your injuries first, don't worry anymore."

Yang Liu was a little disappointed, took the medicine from Xueyan and whispered to herself. "But I haven't had time to thank him yet, and I don't know where he lives."

Xueyan sorted out the medicine cabinet by herself and searched through it. She didn't hear what she said clearly. She turned around and asked, "Who is he? Sister knows him?"

"I don't know his name either." Yang Liu stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon. "Maybe it was a young man from the town at the foot of the mountain, or a knight passing by here."

"No, he is not a human, nor a demon." Xue Yan shook his head and denied that if the demon does not have such strong power, it is even more impossible for a human being. Who would be the aura of suppressing everything and being powerful without anger? Xue Yan was confused and felt even more ashamed of her loss of composure just now.

"I would have seen him again." Yang Liu said to himself.

Xueyan didn't answer. She was so embarrassed just now, so it would be better not to see him again!

Xueyan turned around. "You have to rest first, I'll get you a clean dress and pick some herbs for you." After that, she picked up an empty basket and walked around the bamboo building to Xukun Cliff.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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