Chen Xiaolan exhaled a breath of cold air, but shook her head and refused Meng Zifei's kindness:

"Master, you have been in poor health these days, so you should not waste your spiritual energy on me."

Between the cold mountains, the thick and fast clouds lowered the swaying treetops, and occasionally the night sky broke through and sprinkled cold starlight.

This phenomenon made Meng Zifei frown and hide in the shadow of the dense forest leaves.

He looked thoughtfully at the dots of starlight falling on the snow. His face was as pale as paper, and a thick shadow fell under his eyes.

Meng Zifei could only stand crookedly against the winter tree, looking in very bad condition.

It was clearly snowing and freezing at the moment, but cold sweat was oozing out from his forehead.

The wind-blown hair on the temples was stuck to the thin cheeks with sweat, and soon froze into ice in the cold wind.

He seemed to be in a daze for a long time before he realized what Chen Xiaolan had just said.

Meng Zifei stared at the girl in the wind and snow with his eyes slightly sideways. In this cold snowy night, a deep coldness flashed in his eyes.

Meng Zifei suddenly asked softly: "How did Xiaolan know that the teacher has been in poor health these days?"

Meng Zifei's face was hidden in the shadow of the tree. Listening to his warm voice, Chen Xiaolan did not notice anything strange.

She rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Master, I'm not blind. Your face is as pale as a ghost, and you can't even speak without breathing.

Not to mention practitioners, just normal adult men, who is like you?"

At that time, the wind in the mountains was blowing stronger.

Chen Xiaolan shuddered, wrapped her fur coat tighter, and rubbed her face, which was frozen by the wind and snow.

"Master, it's not a good habit to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. You said you get sick once a month, but you don't see any immortal doctor to take a look at it?

If this continues, even an iron-clad body will not be able to withstand it.

My disciple is still young now. It doesn’t matter if he can’t catch up with the Poseidon Festival in Shifang City this year. It will be the same next year.

Besides, Xiaolan’s aptitude is dull and she missed the spiritual root auction in the Dark City.

With such unlucky luck, I don't think I have any hope of awakening the talisman spirit.

Master, you see, the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. Why don't we find a cave to take shelter from the wind and snow first, and then rush to Shifang City tomorrow?

I heard that many big shots will go to this auction in Shifang City. If you can meet the master of Cangwu Palace, Lin Xi, she is proficient in medical skills.

Maybe if you are lucky enough, you can ask her to take a look at your body, Master. With her ability, she will be able to cure Master's old and stubborn illness."

Chen Xiaolan was chattering there for a long time, when suddenly there was a soft sound, and a pile of snow accumulated on the thick snowy branches bent down and extinguished the torch in Meng Zifei's hand.

The outline of his face, which was half light and dark, was completely swallowed up by darkness, and the howling cold wind carried a faint scent of blood.

Under the tree, the man's clothes were blown by the strong wind. He suddenly coughed quietly and walked out of the shadows.

The torch in his hand suddenly ignited without fire, and his side face looked eerily quiet.

Chen Xiaolan finally noticed something was wrong. Looking at Meng Zifei, whose temperament was completely different from before, she felt a little uneasy for some reason.

She took half a step back uncontrollably and murmured: "Master...Master? What's wrong with you?"

Meng Zifei coughed, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

He wiped away the blood from his lips as if nothing had happened, and said with a low gaze: "Xiaolan, I have underestimated you, you have been by my side for so many years.

Today is just the first time that I show my fatigue in front of you, but you have already seen that I have a long-standing illness, which is really powerful."

"boom!!!"

The flame of the torch in Meng Zifei's hand suddenly rose sharply, and his pale face flickered in and out of the blazing flames.

The broad sleeves of the robe kept fluttering, and suddenly there was a rapid and sharp sound of strings in the wind and snow, which stung Chen Xiaolan's eardrums with excruciating pain.

She screamed in pain, but before she could react, she saw that the space in front of her was distorted by several transparent and sharp marks.

The sharp and cold breath came to my face, and the desire to vomit squeezed my stomach.

Under the pain of intense discomfort, her body, which had been stretched to the limit in the wind and cold, couldn't help but soften, and she bent down suddenly with a groan.

He vomited out all the fruit and food he had eaten at night.

But this physiological reaction also saved her life.

Buzz————Boom!!!

Chen Xiaolan was in shock, and when she heard the noise coming from behind her, she turned around with a pale face.

I saw that a snow-covered boulder on the mountain road when I came seemed to have been cut into pieces by countless invisible threads, and it collapsed with a roar.

Under the snowy dust, her expression began to become distorted and horrified, and she looked at Meng Zifei in disbelief: "Master, are you crazy?!"

My whole thoughts seemed to be frozen by this windy and snowy night.

Looking at her usually gentle and humble face, Chen Xiaolan could not suppress the fear in her heart.

Her limbs were stiff and her body was shaking. She couldn't understand what she had done to make Meng Zifei react like this.

The master who was willing to take the risk of a disease outbreak, give up the sword, and take her over the mountains and ridges to Shifang City to participate in the Poseidon Festival and help her awaken the Fuling Spirit...

He actually wanted to kill her!

It was like an invisible thread dancing in the air, quickly returning to Meng Zifei's hanging fingertips.

An old illness broke out but he still had to forcefully use his spiritual power, which gradually revealed a look of death on his face.

But even so, Chen Xiaolan, a mortal with no spiritual roots but a shallow cultivation base, had no power to fight back in front of him.

Meng Zifei moved his fingers lightly, and the string sounds in the air turned into bursts of high-frequency buzzing sounds.

"Buzz..."

The transparent silk threads danced and entangled in the wind, suddenly tightening Chen Xiaolan's slender neck.

The crimson liquid dyed the invisible thread into a slender and sharp outline, and when the wind and snow blew, it was hung with numerous tiny bloody ice edges.

Chen Xiaolan suffered from a crack in her neck and could no longer make a sound. She could only look at Meng Zifei with frightened and helpless eyes, praying for mercy.

The cold wind in the desolate snow-capped mountains in the wilderness has become stronger again.

I don't know what his mentality was, but Meng Zifei did not cut off the girl's neck immediately. He staggered step by step and walked to Chen Xiaolan.

He used a torch to illuminate the fear and helplessness in her eyes more clearly.

Amidst the howling wind and snow, a man's sigh echoed:

"I don't want to kill you, but Xiaolan, sometimes being too careful is not a good thing."

After saying that, he slowly bent his hanging fingers, and the invisible filaments tightened little by little, cutting her skin sharply, leaving a pool of blood.

The hunting wind and snow were blowing loudly, as if someone was crying sadly.

Chen Xiaolan knew that there was no chance of life today, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes closed in despair.

In that corner of the clouds and moonlight blown away by the strong wind, the girl's tears were particularly poignant and moving.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

On the verge of death, Chen Xiaolan heard the screams of the man in front of her, who were in pain like a wounded animal.

The silk thread that was tightly strangled around his neck suddenly loosened, and cold air suddenly poured into his chest.

Chen Xiaolan was like a fish that was about to die of thirst and suddenly drew a handful of clear springs.

She took a deep breath, her body collapsed to the ground, and she breathed rapidly. As she wandered on the line of death for a moment, she seemed to have tasted an unprecedented fear.

Her body was trembling with fear uncontrollably, and her slender bones seemed to be shaken to pieces.

She didn't even care about the bleeding injury on her neck, her eyes were red, and she covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from breaking down and screaming.

The heart-rending screams did not stop for a moment, allowing her to realize that she had not heard any hallucinations.

Chen Xiaolan raised her head in fear and confusion, but saw an extremely terrifying scene.

As if the gods were intending to punish him for the cruel act he had just committed, the clouds in the dark sky not long ago were blown thin by the strong wind.

The sparse starlight and moonlight were shining down, falling on Meng Zifei's body, but they seemed to be extremely corrosive.

He was twitching and rolling on the snow, like an earthworm that had been cut in half, fighting like a trapped beast.

The posture was ferocious, the cheeks were ulcerated, and the flesh and blood was falling down in loose pieces like branches overwhelmed by basil and snow.

The usually gentle and handsome face suddenly became flabby like the skin drawn by a ghost that faded away.

The exposed bright red facial muscles are mixed with fat and veins and veins the size of rice grains, and the white bones under the exposed muscles can be vaguely seen.

A large amount of terrifying bright red liquid spilled out from under his blue clothes, and Meng Zifei struggled and rolled around, screaming.

Pieces of flesh and blood shook out from his sleeves, exuding a fishy and rotten smell.

The crown of her hair has long since fallen off, and her black hair is scattered like a fallen dandelion.

When the wind blew, the scalp was lifted up ferociously, revealing the dense red and white skull.

Even if she followed Mencius all the way to catch ghosts and subjugate demons, Chen Xiaolan had never experienced such a terrifying thing.

What's more, the person whose flesh and blood was falling off in pieces at this moment was her most trusted master, Meng Zifei.
To be continued...