After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 6

smelling people's breathing stagnated.

what were those images just now? is it his memory, or is it his fantasy?

he seemed to have missed something crucial in detail.

did he really not enter the room of the venerable lord that night?

this originally suspenseful answer suddenly wavered at this moment.

he sat stiffly, very much wanting to stay away from zun shang, so as not to let those strange delusions recur again, but he was reluctant to pull his shoulders away, and zun shang trusted him so much that he fell asleep on him without any defense, which made him feel a subtle sense of satisfaction.

while he was engaged in a fierce struggle inside, chu wei on the other side suddenly stretched out, she rubbed her eyes, and said with a thick nasal voice: "what kind of tone are you using for this incense, and the sleep aid effect is too strong." "

before he could give an answer, he listened to her and said, "no, i'll go outside and blow the cold wind." "

after saying that, he got up and went to the front of the car.

the carriage traveled thousands of miles a day, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded, from the wilderness into the snowfield, and the distance from the night peak to the qingxiao sect was only two hours.

when they arrived at the foot of qingfeng peak, he drunk just woke up.

the demon lord opened his eyes slowly and confusedly, like a small animal that had just awakened from hibernation, and the tranquilizer made him relax and let go so loose that his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't move for a while.

wen ren took up the cup of tea and whispered to him, "your excellency." "

he was drunk and bored, so he drank the tea with his hand, and the faint sweetness rushed into his lips and teeth along with the cold floral fragrance, and under the nourishment of hot tea, his whole body was comfortable.

his eyes gradually became clear, like a dusty sword being re-polished, he pressed the other's hand, raised his eyes to look out of the car window, only to see a white snow, the peaks covered under the snow quilt, full of slaughter.

"your excellency," the smeller reminded, "we have reached the peak of qingxiao." "

"hmm."

he drunk got up under his support, his five fingers were in front of the placket, a wisp of demonic qi escaped from his fingertips, and the black mink fur on his body instantly turned into a snow-white fox fur.

he stepped out of the carriage and stood still in the ice and snow, his eyes hanging slightly, and he was blown by the cold wind and coughed twice, his pale face was hidden in the fox fur at the neckline, and his temperament seemed to be completely different from usual--like a delicate and pitiful little white flower.

chu tired of hearing the movement of them getting out of the car, just turned back, the moment she saw the other party, the word "zun", which had only bitten half of it, suddenly stuck in the eyes of her throat.

she looked at the other party for half a day before she wondered, "your excellency? "

"how?" he drunk narrowed his eyes at the reflected sunlight on the snow, "why stop here?" "

chu wei probably felt that zun shang's dress was very rare, and couldn't help but look at him twice: "further ahead is the qingxiao sect's mountain protection boundary, our carriage is driven by demonic qi, it is not easy to hide, and there will be a risk of exposure if you rush inside." "