Xuanyuan Mu stole his master's unique martial arts secret book and turned his hands into flames and covered them with ice. In this dark place, if there was no fire, even if he was not frightened to death, he would freeze to death due to the cold weather.
Yu Buhuan sat down slowly and forced a smile against his will: "Haha, you are the boss now, you can do whatever you like."
Anyway, she would go out at dawn tomorrow no matter what.
Xuanyuan Mu raised a warm smile and continued to meditate.
After what happened just now, Yu Buhuan didn't dare to sleep anymore. His eyes were wide open.
I don't know how much time passed, but Yu Buhuan couldn't hold it any longer. He turned around and saw the old monk Xuanyuan Mu Dingruo, and couldn't help but become curious: "Aren't you sleepy?"
In my memory, he seems to have been meditating. He will go up tomorrow. How can he do it without good physical strength?
Xuanyuan Mu replied graciously: "I need to wake up now."
If he fell asleep, he would be replaced by Jiao Li. He must not let Jiao Li appear, at least not at this time. The only way to prevent Jiao Li from appearing was not to sleep.
His longest record was four days and five nights without sleep.
I put out the fire just now because I was afraid of falling asleep.
Of course Yu Buhuan didn't know the trick here, but he felt that Xuanyuan Mu had an intriguing sense of mystery from head to toe.
Because of boredom, Yu Buhuan held up his gills and looked at Xuanyuan Mu in all kinds of boredom.
He seemed a little different from when we first met.
I still remember the first time we met, he was dressed in a gaudy bright red robe, walking out of the wind and snow, like a blooming demon lotus.
The outline of his handsome facial features is as evil as a ghost. Sometimes he shows a naughty smile, and sometimes it is so sinister and weird that it is difficult to tell the difference between yin and yang. Every look and every word is full of laziness and evil.
Although Xuanyuan Mu's appearance has not changed at all now, he feels like another person to her.
Between his astonishing brows, there was a sense of aloofness and coldness that would have alienated people from thousands of miles away. He was so indifferent and cold, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. The extreme alienation revealed in his eyes made people dare not get even close.
Yu Buhuan is depressed. What kind of person is he?
Xuanyuan Mu sighed softly. After some exercise, he was really energetic. He turned his head and suddenly ran into Yu Buhuan's probing eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
"You're the only one here, so of course I'm looking out for you."
Don't you have any female restraint? Xuanyuan Mu turned away and said in a calm voice: "If you have the skills, you might as well heal your own injury first."
"I'm not used to practicing at night." Yu Buhuan answered matter-of-factly.
A sneer appeared in Xuanyuan Mu's eyes: "Master, haven't you ever taught you that you can be better at practicing martial arts at night?"
The night is different from the noise during the day, so it is the best time to practice Qigong.
Yu Buhuan stretched out his waist, put his hands behind his body, and looked up: "Master told me, but I can't stay up late. I always feel sleepy at night."
"No wonder you are not good at martial arts."
Although his tone was cold, it was warmer than before.
Yu Buhuan turned around quickly: "I want to ask you something."
"Um?"
"When did you go to Penglai Mountain?"
Xuanyuan Mu narrowed his eyes: "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm curious." Yu Buhuan returned to the same lazy posture just now, looking up at the dark sky, even though he knew that no matter how hard he looked, he would never see the stars.