Junior sister of the whole department, what's wrong with being a little arrogant

The murderous intent in Saint Moon-Watching's eyes disappeared in an instant. She smiled bitterly and then sighed.

"You, a human, have been so ungrateful time and again. Not to mention what your intention is in sneaking into my spirit race, just the fact that you want to repeatedly say in front of Biluo that you are Biluo's apprentice is enough to kill you."

After that, she looked at Si Tianming helplessly, "Biluo, someone like this who doesn't know what's good for him and is so bold as to pretend to be your disciple right in front of you is really..."

"I'm not pretending. Isn't it possible for Si Tianming to get the answer from the four great messengers?"

Feng Yuetong was so angry that she laughed. Even if Si Tianming had lost his memory, the four messengers were still there.

The premise is that the four messengers are still there.

Feng Yuetong had been troubled by this problem before, but then she thought, weren’t the four messengers fine before?

Si Tianming reincarnated with his memories.

But now Si Tianming has no memory of her, which is even more problematic.

Saint Moon-Watching cried and laughed repeatedly, her expression seemed a little bit like, "You are really stubborn to the end. You know that Biluo is about to reincarnate in the next cycle, but you still want to hold on to the last person. You dare to do this just because there is no evidence, right?"

"Not only did you want to pretend to be Biluo's disciple, but you also dared to attack this Saint Girl. You really don't take the Celestial Clan and the Spirit Clan seriously."

That familiar yet strange cold voice sounded again, "I was kind enough to let you go, but you kept pestering me. Wangyue is the Saint of the Spirit Clan. You are slapping the faces of the Celestial Clan and the Spirit Clan by repeatedly offending her."

"If you kneel down and apologize right now, I will spare you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The cold voice was like tiny ice thorns that pierced Feng Yuetong's heart.

It hurt to breathe, the pain spread from the heart to the whole body.

Feng Yuetong looked up in disbelief. Her face was as pale as paper, and her clear eyes were filled with despair.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, my mind uncontrollably recalls the happy moments we spent together in the past.

Just a few months ago, the two of them became husband and wife, and she thought she had found happiness in another world.

But she didn't expect that her happiness came and went quickly.

Why is she so stupid? She knows that Si Tianming is not an ordinary person, so why is she still attracted to him?

Why didn't he just leave with his tail between his legs after knowing that Si Tianming had a fiancée, but instead had to compete here?

Isn't this just looking for trouble?

"Apologize immediately. Saint Moon and I have things to do. I can let you go for now. Don't show up in front of me again. Otherwise, I will not let you go next time I see you."

Before Feng Yuetong could finish regretting, Si Tianming's cold and ruthless voice came into her ears again.

It turns out that when a person's sadness reaches a certain level, they can really hear their own heart breaking, and the pain in their heart can really spread throughout their body.

"I won't apologize to her. I did nothing wrong."

The hoarse and choked voice that came out of her mouth was her last bit of stubbornness and strength.

She couldn't be weak in front of Wangyue, and she couldn't apologize to Wangyue.

Even if she became a mistress for no apparent reason, it wasn't her fault.

If she had known from the beginning that Si Tianming had a fiancée, she would definitely not have developed any feelings for him.

The only one who was wrong was Si Tianming.

Regardless of whether Si Tianming has lost his memory or not, and regardless of why he lost his memory, it is a fact that Si Tianming has a fiancée.

He has a fiancée but is still having an affair with other women. This kind of scumbag is not worthy of her love.

A scumbag who can't control his lower body.

It's not worth it for such a scumbag.

The powerful spiritual power attacked quickly, and even though Feng Yuetong had anticipated it, the huge force turned into four forces and hit her limbs like ice hammers.

The limbs were instantly out of control.

A piercing pain swept through my whole body.

Feng Yuetong knelt down uncontrollably, with blood dripping from her arms and the wounds all over her body.

Blood also stained her dress. This was the Taoist robe that Si Tianming specially prepared for her. She looked beautiful and fairy-like in it.

But at this moment it was covered with her blood, losing its fairy spirit and beauty, leaving only blood and mess.

Feng Yuetong's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the sweat from the pain had soaked her hair.

Her dark phoenix eyes were hollow and deep, and she revealed a self-deprecating smile.

"I don't care whether you are Jihuan or Biluo, from now on, we owe nothing to each other and we will never see each other again in this life or death."

Si Tianming's body trembled violently when he heard this voice which seemed calm on the surface but was actually full of despair.

An inexplicable feeling of discomfort came over him. He seemed to feel a little regretful, a little distressed, and even some indescribable feelings.

This feeling is very bad.

"You and I will never meet again. It has come to this point. Why do you have to use this self-torture trick in front of me?"

Hearing this cold and heartless voice, Feng Yuetong felt even more bitter.

Yes, they would never meet again.

It was clear that the tendons in her limbs were broken, but Feng Yuetong somehow managed to stand up from the ground with difficulty.

Qing Yao, who was standing aside, was so frightened that he didn't know what to say. He just picked Feng Yuetong up horizontally.

"Si Tianming, Yue Tong is already so seriously injured, can we leave now?"

"We have no intention of doing anything to the Eldar. We really came here by mistake while collecting herbs."

Qing Yao looked at the pale face of the person in his arms and felt even more guilty. He couldn't do anything just now.

"If our demon race really wanted to do something to the spirit race, why would only Yuetong and I come? I can't reveal my identity..."

After saying that, he turned around and left with Feng Yuetong in his arms.

Si Tianming looked at the two figures and felt a sense of loss and discomfort.

It was as if Qing Yao shouldn't have hugged Feng Yuetong at all.

Looking at the two people walking away, he felt a little reluctant.

"Biluo, why are you still looking at them? You are already doing them a great favor by sparing them like this." When Saint Wangyue saw that Si Tianming was staring at the two people going away, hatred filled her eyes.

"People who disrespect you like this shouldn't be alive."

Si Tianming's gaze fell lightly on her face, and she immediately changed her attitude.

His face was filled with aggrieved expression and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Biluo, you are the best person in the world. You shouldn't be disrespected by a small human race... I was impulsive, but you are my fiancé after all. Others can humiliate me however they want, but I won't tolerate anyone saying a word against you."

Si Tianming was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Aren't we in a hurry to go to the Lingquan to cleanse our marrow?"

The face of Saint Moon-gazing blushed slightly, and she lowered her brows in embarrassment.

"Well, let's go to the spiritual spring to cleanse my marrow. When I recover, we will get married."