Nian Junyao was skillful and put a bottle of dried flowers in Xue Lan's room. In the weather in Beihai, real flowers could not survive. The dried flowers were placed on the balcony, and the water mist was occasionally frozen, which was very beautiful. Xue Lan also liked them very much. After a long time in the dark ghost town, it was the first time she saw such a bright color. The fox demon was quite eye-catching and did not disturb them.

Nian Junyao talked to her about a lot of things when she was young, but Xue Lan actually remembered them.

But most of her memories were not followed by Nian Junyao's memories. The more she recalled, the sadder she became. She watched Nian Junyao busy and felt very sad, "Brother, we have no results."

Her voice was so light that she could hardly hear it, and she didn't know whether to tell Nian Junyao or herself.

She kept reminding herself not to indulge in Nian Junyao's warmth.

But she is always lost and forgotten.

Nian Junyao didn't know where he learned a craft. He built an ice sculpture courtyard not far from the inn. The courtyard was full of ice sculptures. This kind of sculpture never melted in Beihai all year round. There was a row of lanterns hanging in the corridor of the ice sculpture courtyard, and two lions were carved at the door, which were vivid. He had a lot of time and spent almost all of his days in this ice sculpture courtyard, hoping to create a beautiful landscape for her so that the Beihai would look a little more vivid.

The fox demon said, "This man is so good."

Xue Lan looked over indifferently, and the fox demon ran away.

Of course, the big brother is the best.

From childhood to adulthood, it is the best.

After all, he is not a special sculptor. A lion failed countless times and took seven days to carve it, but he was very patient. Every room of the ice sculpture was filled with an immortal lamp. At night, the ice sculpture courtyard was very beautiful. The big red lanterns and the lifelike courtyard reflected all kinds of light through the ice.

Later, he was blessed to his heart and put crystals of various colors in the ice sculpture courtyard. The light reflected by the crystals at night stained the entire courtyard. The colorful lights intertwined together, like a colorful world.

"Good look!" The fox demon was surprised, "Young Master Nian's craftsmanship is amazing."

As a knowledgeable nine-tailed fox, she was amazed by this courtyard.

"When will the big brother get ice sculptures?"

"I learned it for more than ten years." Nian Jun Yao originally wanted to put it lightly. Seeing that Xue Lan was interested, he whispered, "One winter experience was very boring. The man who practiced with me liked all kinds of sculptures very much, so I followed him to me and calm down. However, the ice sculptures that were sculpted in winter melted after winter, and it was very good in Beihai. They didn't melt all year round, so Alan could always appreciate them."

Xue Lan liked it very much.

Nian Junyao asked, "Alan, do you like it?"

"It looks pretty good." Xue Lan said.

She was not stingy with praise, but she didn't dare to express her feelings. She sat on the roof to watch the ice sculptures every night, and the fox demon didn't come to bother them. On this day, Xue Lan suddenly asked, "Do you know why I want to marry Lin Buhuai?"

"It can probably guess."

Xue Lan said, "When he was in the ghost city, he told me how to practice quickly, that is, dual cultivation, and dual cultivation with him, that is a trap, and I don't know. The dual cultivation of ghost cultivator is either to collect yin and replenish yang or to replenish yin. One person has attained enlightenment and one person has destroyed it. He told me that he also weaved a beautiful love story, which made me believe that he stayed in the ghost city for love and was unwilling to leave, so he was willing to give me spiritual power and let me go out as soon as possible to reunite with the people I like."

"I almost believed it." Xue Lan said with a wry smile, "I want to go out too much. In the ghost town, it is dark all year round. In addition to the sound of evil ghosts, there is also the endless wishes of ghosts, and there is nothing. Loneliness, darkness, helplessness, I am also chased by other ghost cultivators. Lin Buhuai is my only hope."

"His courtyard is an intersection. All the places in the ghost town have no vitality. Only the courtyard in the locust forest is an intersection. Lin Buhuai relies on absorbing other people's spiritual power and has been concealing the fact that he steals demon power. He has covered the white bones in the locust forest. He doesn't know how many monks he killed. Many people in the demon clan have been killed, but no one knows, the demon god doesn't know, the ghost cultivator doesn't know, the only one who accidentally knows his secret."

Nian Junyao was frightened when he heard this, "What's next?"

Xue Lan looked up at the sky. The wind and snow were very strong, but the moon was very round. This was the Beihai.

"A story of a cat and mouse being beaten back by a mouse." Xue Lan paused. She was not willing to remember those things, but it was hard to hide them halfway through it. "Brother, I am not the Alan you know. Over the years, my hands have been covered with blood. I... have also killed innocent people."

She thought it would be difficult to say these things. She hoped that even if she became a ghost cultivator, she would retain the beautiful qualities of that year in Nian Junyao's eyes.
Chapter completed!