Chapter 40 Poison Meter

"Are my mother's dumplings delicious?" Yang Huanyu asked with a smile.

Yan Ji looked trance. After a long time, she answered two words in a low voice: "Delicious."

"Cluck..." Yang Huanyu smiled more happily, simply stuffed a whole box of dumplings into Yan Ji's hand and said, "Take it yourself and eat quickly. It's cold outside, and it will be cold soon."

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment, but returned the wooden box and said, "I've had dinner. I'm not hungry. Just eat two."

Yang Huanyu was a little unhappy. He lowered his "oh" and held the wooden box in his hand and lowered his head.

Yan Ji didn't say anything more, just stood in the snow.

Suddenly, Yang Huanyu remembered something. She suddenly looked up and took Yan Ji's hand carelessly. As she walked back, she said happily, "Follow me! I'll take you to a fun place."

The first time he was held by a woman, it was also such a snowy night. The woman was also so careless that she inadvertently took his hand and pulled him forward. This scene suddenly coincided in his mind.

Yan Ji followed her in a daze and let her take her hand and look away. Unconsciously, she pulled her into a garden.

The snowy, green pine stands proudly, and the undulating rockery is covered with a layer of white snow, which looks like a pile of tall snow. The cobblestone paths on the ground are also covered with heavy snow, and the original road can't be distinguished.

Yang Huanyu had to pull Yan Ji to walk freely in the snow, regardless of the original road.

The snow in the garden is much thicker than outside. If you step on it, it is a deep footprint. The further you go, the deeper the snow will be. Suddenly, Yang Huanyu seemed to step into a deep ditch and bent her legs, as if she was about to fall to the ground.

Yan Ji hurriedly stretched out her other hand and held her arm, so that she didn't fall down.

He once again felt how light the girl's body was. He picked her up like holding a ball of cotton and couldn't feel her weight.

Yang Huanyu smiled, broke away from his hand, and walked forward again. From time to time, he urged Yan Ji behind him, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Yan Ji was afraid that she would step into the ditch and fall down again, reminding, "The snow here is too deep. It's very dangerous. Don't go forward!"

Yang Huanyu didn't listen to his advice, but urged, "It's okay. Follow up quickly!" It will be there soon."

She jumped forward in the snow, quite like a running rabbit, full of vitality. Who would have thought that this moment was still flexible and active, looking like a normal naive girl, who would be very sick and faint at an unknown time.

At this moment, her life as gorgeous as a flower may end in the next moment.

Finally, under a tall old tree, Yang Huanyu stopped and pointed to the old tree and said, "Look, this tree is beautiful?"

The old tree with green leaves fell, and the dead branches were wrapped in a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, dotted with a little white snow, which looked like a crystal gem tree.

Yan Ji has never noticed such a scene. It turns out that dead trees will become so beautiful after snow. If they shine in the sun, they will definitely become crystallescent.

Perhaps only those who are good at discovery can know that there are ordinary and unusual beautiful scenery.

Yan Ji was a little stunned. It was not until Yang Huanyu next to him asked him the three words "good-looking" again that he came to his senses and then answered the word "good-looking".

I don't know when Yang Huanyu rolled up a fist-sized snowball in her hand. The wooden box containing dumplings in her hand was no longer known where to go, and she mostly threw it in the snow.

She stuffed the snowball in her hand into Yan Ji's hand and said with a strange smile, "Do you know about snowball fights?"

Yan Ji nodded and said, "I know."

Yang Huanyu flattened her lips, walked to the distance with a smile, and told Yan Ji, "Don't move when you stand under the tree."

When he turned around, a snowball had been thrown at Yan Ji, but the snowball was thrown up diagonally and flew higher and higher.

Yan Ji looked at the flying snowballs and couldn't help frowning. Is this a snowball? How could anyone throw a snowball so high? Is it possible that she intends to let snowballs fall from the air and hit people?

He raised his eyes and looked at the snowball hitting the dead tree above his head.

Suddenly, a large snowflake fell from the tree.

Under the tree, Yan Ji was covered with snowflakes and drenched into a snowman.

Yang Huanyu held her lower abdomen, bent down with a smile, half squatting in the snow, and seemed to have no strength to straighten up.

It's rare to see her smile so happily. At this moment, she seemed to forget everything, forget the pain, and only immersed herself in endless happiness.

Yan Ji patted the snow on her body with her hand, and the snowball in her hand was also lost. Yang Huanyu thought he was going to be angry, so he withdrew his smile and stepped forward and said, "Why don't you throw me with a snowball? Are you angry?"

Seeing that she suddenly lost her feelings, Yan Ji actually had some inexplicable emotions and didn't know what to answer. She only hesitated in her mouth: "I...is...I..."

"Do you know that I'm not in good health for fear of hurting me?" Yang Huanyu asked him.

Yan Ji was worried that there was no excuse. Hearing her such a question, she answered yes without thinking about it.

Yang Huanyu was sad and said in an astringent voice, "I'm really ignorant. You think about me, and I still play with you."

With that, she made a very "sible" move and reached out to help Yan Ji brush off the snowflakes on her body. Those slender hands touched his face, but they were as cold as iron, and they couldn't feel her body temperature like a dead man.

Yan Ji was touched on her face by her hand, hurriedly retreated and dodged, reached out to brush the snowflakes on her body, and said, "I dare not bother you to do it."

Yang Huanyu wiped the snow on her hand on the fox coat and suddenly said, "If you don't have a snowball fight, shall we play making a snowman? We haven't played it for a long time!"

"Your hands are so cold, don't play with snow, so as not to freeze your hands." Yan Ji instinctively reminded her.

Yang Huanyu stared at Yan Ji with big black eyes and said something unexpected to Yan Ji: "It's okay. Just pile it up. I'll watch from the side!"

"I..." Yan Ji suddenly felt like a cocoon. It was difficult for him to refuse Yang Huanyu and planned to pile something on the ground to deal with her.

At this time, a group of people came not far from the garden. More than a dozen people in black clothes escorted more than 30 gray prisoners. The leader was Zhu Meng, the leader of Yinglong Villa.

Reminiscary of hearing the dialogue between Luo Changjian and Zhu Meng in the morning, Yan Ji immediately realized that these prisoners were prisoners from the Hell Gate, and they were going to escort the prisoners for execution.

Yan Ji was a little angry, but then she thought that she still had tasks to complete, and it was not her turn to care about such things. What's more, Hell Gate and the Holy Dragon Religion are both demon gates. The killing between them is just a dog biting a dog for Yan Ji now.

"Did those people make mistakes? Dad said that people who were tied up by chains were all people who made mistakes. Yang Huanyu pointed to the prisoner in the distance and asked Yan Ji.

Yan Ji's eyes came back from a distance and whispered, "Maybe I made a mistake. I shouldn't have been born at the gate of hell."

How could Yang Huanyu understand his words? He frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Yan Ji looked at the innocent girl and shook her head gently and said, "No, I didn't say anything."

"Yes!" Yang Huanyu suddenly said, "I remember that you were also chained before. What mistakes did you make before?"

"What did I do wrong?" Yan Ji muttered this sentence, and then looked deeply at the girl in front of him for a long time without answering.

She is just a person who knows nothing, clean and pure, in a dirty place, but without any pollution.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Huanyu thought he was unspeakable and comforted, "It's okay if you don't say it. My mother told me that everyone will make mistakes. As long as you correct it, you will still be a good person. You are so good that you will never make mistakes again.

Yan Ji smiled bitterly and said, "I hope so! I also hope I won't make mistakes again."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a change in the distance, and more than ten rays of light suddenly appeared in the night and hit the defenseless guard of Yinglongtang. In an instant, together with more than a dozen Yinglongtang guards including Zhu Meng, fell into the snow.

After that, more than ten people appeared from the darkness, four of whom were wearing gray prison clothes, four of the five hell gate prisoners released by Yan Ji, while the other six or seven were wearing the costumes of Ying Longtang disciples.

It seems that these people are the traitors of the Hell Gate lurking in Yinglong Villa, together with the four prisoners who had escaped before to save their fellow gates who were about to be executed.

"Boom!"

The crowd exploded like a pot, and the rescued 30 hell gate prisoners showed their magic weapons one after another and fought with the same door that saved them.

It turned out that all this was the trick of the vice-dom leader Luo Changjian. Thirty hell gate prisoners were pretended by him, and then used execution as bait to lure the hell gate insiders lurking in Yinglong Villa to rescue them. He took this opportunity to catch them all.

Yan Ji clearly saw Zhu Meng in the crowd, holding a single knife shining red light and fighting with the people of the Hell Gate. It turned out that he had been killed before, and he also pretended that he was really scheming.

Drops of blood fluttered in the air with snowflakes, red and white, blood and snow fell to the ground, dyeing a piece of white snow under the ground into blood red.

In the strong wind and blizzard, the red flame was full of enthusiasm and rushed everywhere. Zhu Meng waved the famous magic weapon of the Holy Dragon Religion, "Red Flame Flying Dragon Chopping", venting all hatred and anger on these people, including Su Hui's part.

Yang Huanyu has never seen such a murder scene. She was so pale with fear. She clutched the corners of her clothes, hid behind him, closed her eyes, and said intermittently: "Murder...a lot of blood... terrible..."

Then, her slender fingers grasped the corners of Yan Ji's clothes tighter. If she had strength, she could tear Yan Ji's clothes and kept repeating a word: "Afraid!"