Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"Yan Ze, the leader of the young cultivators of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, I know you."

Yan Ze opened his eyes and saw Miao Li in a dark red robe.

Miao Li stood lazily, looking at Yan Ze, and suddenly said these words.

Those words seemed to be saying that he was very famous, but Yan Ze didn't think that Miao Li was praising him.

They had only met once, when he was captured by Mu Li after he broke into the demon world.

His reputation among the people seemed even more ridiculous and ironic in such a first meeting.

"Why don't you just speak directly? I never knew that the Demon Lord was such a boring person."

"You've been holding on to me for so long, what exactly do you want to ask for in exchange?"

Yan Ze was not angry or annoyed by his sarcastic words. His face was stern and his voice was calm as he talked to him about business.

"You'll find out soon enough."

In fact, Miao Li didn’t have that much to say to Yan Ze.

However, after he returned, he learned from reports from some demon guards that Xiaoyu had spent most of the past ten days with Yan Ze, and he felt uncontrollably annoyed.

Of course, that bit of anger was not directed at Yin Xiuyu. Even if she did feel that way, it was soothed by the straw fish she brought back that symbolized her.

All his dissatisfaction was directed towards Yan Ze.

He clearly came here for business, but when he saw Yan Ze after arriving, he couldn't help but mock him.

But seeing Yan Ze's indifferent look, Miao Li felt that he was doing something unnecessary.

He shut his mouth, picked up a wooden chair against the wall and sat down, waiting for his subordinates to deliver something so that he could arrange the next things.

Miao Li looked around the room casually, killing time casually.

The next moment, his eyes stopped on the table next to the bed.

There, there are many straw-woven gadgets, including dragonflies, mantises, kittens, tigers, and so on.

Although nothing could be as vivid as the carp that Xiaoyu carefully made, Miao Li felt extremely unhappy when he felt Yin Xiuyu's breath in another man's space.

He knew that Xiaoyu was kind-hearted and had often done these things to coax the naughty children in the village. Seeing that Yanze was locked up and felt sorry for him, it was understandable that she gave him some things.

But he just felt unhappy and couldn't bear to see these things placed here.

Miao Li's original idea was to directly destroy these things that were contaminated with Yan Ze's aura.

Then I thought that they were all made by Xiaoyu with his time and energy, and I felt a little reluctant to let them go.

He waved his hand, and an ink-black Hunyuan bag flew out from his sleeve.

The Hunyuan bag flew into the air and opened its mouth wide, like a very hungry mouth, and was about to swallow the visible "food" into its stomach in the next moment.

Yan Ze was originally leaning on the bed, indifferent to Miao Li's various actions.

But when he saw Miao Li's eyes fixed and he reached out to take a straw kitten on the table and looked at it carefully, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, almost in the blink of an eye, the Hunyuan bag swallowed up all the things that Yin Xiuyu had given him to decorate the room.

The Hunyuan Bag can hold everything, and it seems to be connected to another unknown space.

The things swallowed are like being caught in a whirlpool in the deep sea. Even the person who threw the things in will never find them again.

Yan Ze's beating heart shrank, and he subconsciously hid the straw sword in his palm before Mu Li's gaze shifted.

Unexpectedly, this action attracted even more attention from Miao Li.

He appeared in front of Yan Ze in the blink of an eye like a ghost.

A black light flashed in his hand, and the chain on Yan Ze's hand became as heavy as a thousand pounds. His wrist, along with his entire arm and five fingers, lost strength, and the thing in his palm fell uncontrollably.

Subconsciously, he went to take it, ignoring the pain in his wrist.

The cold chains made a heavy sound in the air, making Mu Li's heart even heavier.

He looked at the small sword, the weaving of which was almost as detailed as his own little fish.

The key point is that Miao Li knew that this kind of thing was different from other gadgets that anyone could give as a gift. The appearance of this sword was obviously made specifically for Yan Ze.

'The little fish felt sorry for him.'

'The little fish felt sorry for him.'

Miao Li repeated each sentence in his mind, thinking about Xiaoyu's expression when he saw her today, and confirmed that she really did not have any feelings for anyone else.

But when he thought of this special thing, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.

Miao Li simply pretended not to see it and summoned the Hunyuan Bag again, wanting to make this thing disappear from his sight as well.

As long as it disappeared, the anger in his heart would subside.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as the Hunyuan bag floated over, Yan Ze ignored the pain in his wrist and stood up to catch the small sword.

He didn't even care that he might be sucked into the Hunyuan Bag and disappear.

If it weren't for Miao Li's quick reaction and timely retrieving the Hunyuan Bag, the spiritual energy provider that he had chosen for Xiaoyu would have been lost.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

However, Yan Ze's unusual behavior made him realize something.

The dark red color in Mu Li's eyes became more intense, and a bloodthirsty light flashed by.

He stretched out his hand, and a thick black mist like ink appeared in his palm.

Then, it flew towards Yan Ze's clenched palm with a clear target, and along with the whistling wind, there was a sound of gnashing teeth.

"How dare you think of her!"

In an instant, Yan Ze felt an unbearable pain throughout his arm.

Although the skin and flesh on his arm were intact, he could feel the bones inside breaking and being crushed into pieces.

No matter how strong his willpower was, he couldn't control the five fingers of his weakened hand to open, and the small sword he was holding tightly fell from mid-air.

Halfway through, it was caught by Miao Li's hand.

He looked at the small sword with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Now, no matter how reluctant he was to give up Xiaoyu's good intentions, he had to destroy that thing.

Miao Li would not allow such a thing to remain in the world.

Just like he would not allow Yan Ze to have feelings for Yin Xiuyu.

Miao Li directly released a ball of magic fire. The straw sword couldn't even withstand the normal candle flame, let alone the powerful magic fire that could instantly devour human bones.

Yan Ze had no way to stop it. He could only watch helplessly as the thing that had just been lying in his palm and accompanying him to sleep turned into a ball of black powder in an instant.

They fell down in large flakes and were swept away by the wind, leaving no possibility of retention.

Yan Ze felt a strong sense of unwillingness and pain in his heart. That feeling should have been extremely unfamiliar.

But under the intense pain that cannot be saved, it becomes too clear.

In particular, he also heard Mu Li's words filled with tremendous anger.

Xiao Xiang?

It turns out that all those strange feelings in my heart were because I longed for Miss Yin?

There has never been a clearer moment in Yan Ze's mind than this moment.