The morning light poured down into the courtyard, adding a touch of warmth to the originally desolate courtyard.

The ginkgo tree in this season has completely faded its greenish color, and the branches are full of golden and splendid light.

The golden leaves were flying all over the ground, intertwined with the blue bricks to become mottled.

A square-faced guard stood by the door, looking like an eagle, looking around vigilantly.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and the yellow skirt that seemed to be full of yellow leaves slipped in. The girl with a high-up and purple skirt stepped over the threshold, her cold eyes, and quickly looked around.

Seeing Miss Xiang'e coming, the guard hurriedly saluted and said: "Miss!"

The pink bride nodded slightly, and immediately ordered: "Xiao Zheng is ill. I came to visit specially, you first withdraw."

Without waiting for the guard to answer, a faint black light flashed in her eyes.

The guard opened his mouth, just about to answer something, his expression was startled, and then he nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"

So the guard bowed and walked out without delay, leaving the courtyard.

Seeing that only herself was left in this single-door courtyard, the pink bride flipped her wrist, and immediately held the sharp dagger that had sacrificed her maid in her palm.

She walked quickly to the door, raised her hand and knocked.

"Bang bang bang."

There was no movement in the room, no one seemed to be there at all.

The pink bride was unmoved, seeing no one responding, she simply pushed the door and entered.

"Squeak."

The door opened, and the dawn and cold wind rushed in, but the confusion and warmth in the room seemed to be stagnant, and it was difficult to dispel.

There is a single-seat Huanghuali single-seat engraved screen of the mountain and water pavilion with huanghuali wood stained with teeth. On it, there are luxuriant woods, waterfalls and clear springs, clouds and mists, and the magnificent pavilions and pavilions are looming.

The winding mountain trail winds into the deep, and a gentleman with big sleeves fluttering on the mountainside is walking slowly.

Turning this screen, the light inside is dim, and even though there is a palace lantern to light it, and the sky is shining in from the outside of the screen, it still shadows the buildings.

It's just that part of the cultivation base has already been restored, and the pink bride walks directly into the room without any hindrance.

As she walked inward step by step, she called out probingly: "Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng..."

Soon, she bypassed the table and chairs and came to the tent.

Seeing the snow-green frowning gold tent hanging high, on the exposed bed, Xiao Zheng was sitting on the bed, putting a smooth mask like cast iron on his face.

At this time, Pei Ling asked in a cold voice: "Xiao Xiang'e, what can you do with me?"

Perceiving that the other party's breath is also training Qi, the pink bride smiled coldly, and immediately there was no nonsense. With five fingers and one loose, the dagger drew a snow-colored arc in the air, and immediately flew towards Peiling.

Pei Ling pointed it into a knife, aimed at the pink bride, and slashed gently.

brush!

A domineering, fierce **** sword aura suddenly flew out.

clang!

The sword qi smashed the dagger and made a sound of gold and iron. This mortal-looking dagger was surprisingly tough. It fought the sword frontally without any signs of damage.

It's just that the strength of the pink bride is obviously not as good as Pei Ling in the same realm. Therefore, although the dagger has not been damaged, it was shocked to fly out in an instant.

The sword spirit remained undiminished, and continued to slash towards the pink bride.

The pink bride lifted her narrow sleeves lightly, her slender white fingers seemed to be playing a lute in the air, and she quickly rubbed it a few times.

The dagger that was flying out obliquely was immediately pulled by the invisible force, turned back again, and faced the sword energy again.

Clang clang clang clang...

After the dagger was shaken off seven or eight times in a row, Pei Ling's sword energy was completely wiped out.

The pink bride staggered back a few steps, and did not dare to continue doing it for a while, she had already determined the identity of the other party!

"It's really the master!"

"I wonder what clues the master has collected now?"

"The concubine now happens to have some gains..."

The pink bride suddenly smiled and asked, as if she had done it just now, not her own at all.

Pei Ling slowly restrained her breath, tried to suppress the worsening condition, and said in a calm voice: "The clues I have now are those maids who appeared at night. They are all sacrifices that have already been sacrificed."

Hearing that, there was no accident in the pink bride, she also had related memories, and suddenly knew that there was no problem with Pei Ling's words.

Right now he also said, "Masks are the weakness of those maids."

"The concubine has now got rid of a maid."

Hearing this, Pei Ling's expression was flat, he already knew the information about the mask, and he knew more than the other party!

His mind turned rapidly, he shook his head slightly, and said, "Those maids are not important. Now the real focus is the next sacrifice...how much do you know about the Faceless Immortal?"

The pink bride frowned lightly and said, "I don't understand at all."

"However, after the sacrifice begins, some things should be known."

"Right, but I don't know what the master intends to use as a sacrifice?"

Pei Ling said briefly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

As he said, he suddenly thought of something, and said immediately, "I am now trying to get the original memory of this body."

"This is the body of Xiao Zheng, the young master of the Xiao family. He must know the ins and outs of the Faceless Immortal very well."

"If we can get the memory of Xiao Zheng, it will definitely help us to break the game."

"Did you also get Xiao Xiang'e's memory during this period of time?"

The pink bride's complexion remained unchanged, and she smiled and said, "As expected of the master, I found the clue so quickly."

"However, my concubine was dull, but didn't think of this, nor did he get any memory of Xiao Xiang'e."

Next, the two parties talked about some more things. Pei Ling deliberately avoided the topic of masks and maids, and the pink bride seemed to deliberately conceal something. Both parties said something that was the most basic and not difficult to inquire.

After a while, seeing that she couldn't detect anything anymore, the pink bride suddenly said: "Master, there are other things in the concubine, it's time to retire."

Peiling nodded slightly.

The pink bride immediately turned and left.

Watching her disappear into the door, and feeling the breath of the pink bride completely gone, Peiling could no longer bear it, and suddenly let out a heart-piercing cough.

He quickly took off the mask, but he still couldn't stop coughing. Blood stains on the corners of his mouth continued to overflow, staining his front breasts, and his eyes were shocking.

After a while, Pei Ling finally eased up, only feeling that the whole person was weak.

"The pink bride must have awakened part of Xiao Xiang'e's memory..."

"I just deliberately said that this was Xiao Zheng's body. She didn't notice any problems, indicating that she still didn't know that our fate had been suppressed!"

"She is now able to recover a part of her cultivation base, and she is taking the completely opposite path to me. She is transforming towards Xiao Xiang'e!"

"However, this is a good thing for me!"