The beauty god is forced to love every day

Several people approached Yuwen Si greedily, vying to catch him in exchange for the magic weapons and elixirs in the hands of the ghost-faced man.

Yu Wen Si looked at the approaching people and shook his hands weakly. He wanted to resist but he was unable to gather his spiritual power and felt a pain as if his soul was being torn apart.

He closed his eyes in despair. At this critical moment, the collar on his chest burst out with tremendous force, instantly blowing away all the people around him.

The power released by the collar carried Yu Wen Si away at a high speed, leaving behind a group of people seriously injured.

On a snowy plain, Yuwen Si was brought directly to this snowy area by the power of the collar, temporarily suppressing the flames in his body.

He was chased by countless people for several days in a row, like a wounded lone wolf, being closely watched by countless greedy eyes.

Those monks with ulterior motives were eager to capture him and exchange him for so-called treasures, but they called him a monster.

They said he was a hybrid of man and animal, the lowest, dirtiest, most despicable species in the world.

He was always cautious every time. Once he was discovered, he would attract more pursuers like hungry wolves. The long escape made him physically and mentally exhausted.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a cave to take shelter in. Exhausted, he fell straight down and lay powerlessly on the ground.

Just as I closed my eyes, I suddenly heard noisy footsteps mixed with curses. "TM, it's so cold, I wonder where this monster will hide?"

"That's it. Let's go. There's a cave here. Let's go in and hide for a while."

"coming."

Yu Wen Si suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. If they came in, he would be discovered.

The sound of their footsteps and conversations was like a death curse, making Yu Wen Si's heart almost jump out of his throat.

He knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so he had no choice but to fight back, with the spiritual power surging in his hands.

He drew out the Jinglong sword from his waist, which was given to him by his master, who said it would complement his martial arts. The moment he held the Jinglong sword.

That power began to emerge again, the body seemed to be burning with fire, the breath he exhaled was hot at the moment the enemy approached.

He attacked with quick and decisive moves, without any hesitation. When he actually killed the person, his hands trembled violently and fear flashed in his eyes.

The warm blood splashed on his face, making him feel as if he was in a sea of blood. The smell of blood made him retch.

But after not eating for several days, he vomited for a long time, but nothing came out except water and bile.

He never thought he would come to this point, never thought he would take someone else's life with his own hands, all of this was forced upon him by them.

Just as he staggered out of the cave, countless monks flew towards him on swords. He had to leave quickly as the pursuit team behind him grew larger and larger.

He was like a weak and helpless frightened bird, fleeing in a panic and had no idea where to go.

He didn't realize it was the Broken Arm Cliff at all. He stepped out with one foot and then realized it belatedly. He quickly took a few steps back.

The bottomless cliff was like a huge mouth, ready to swallow him at any time. Yuwen Si's heart sank suddenly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He looked at the pursuers getting closer and closer behind him in despair, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

There's really no escape this time.

He reached out and grasped the golden lock on his chest, his voice choked with helplessness, "Master, when will you emerge from your retreat?"

"I want to see you one last time. They all want to kill me and say I'm a monster, but I clearly didn't do anything."

All the people he cared about in this world died, and he thought he would die too, but then the Master appeared.

It was like a ray of light that saved him. His master was his only thought in life, but now he was going to die.

I really want to see Master...

All the monks who were chasing behind him fell behind Yuwen Si. Knowing that there was a cliff ahead, they dared not take a step forward.

Because they are afraid that if they are pushed too far, they will be in a desperate situation.

Yuwen Si tightly grasped his golden lock, the blood on his hand was absorbed by the jade space in the center. He was unwilling to be caught like this and become a tool for others to exchange treasures.

He was even more unwilling to be slandered as a monster by these people and have his dignity trampled upon by them.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a determination, and he held the Jinglong Sword across his neck, and the spiritual power in his body surged again.

"Master, we'll see each other in the next life."

Everyone screamed and rushed forward to stop this scene.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the golden lock.

"end."

As the words fell, the surrounding space instantly froze and everyone was frozen in place. Even Yu Wen Si's movements were frozen by an invisible force.

A blue light came out from the golden lock, slowly revealing the true appearance, a flawless white robe, and long silver hair flowing in the wind.

The silver bell attached to the white ribbon at the end of the hair crown made a crisp sound, and the whole person had a face as white as jade and an immortal look.

A gentle smile can make the whole world pale in comparison.

He pushed the Jinglong Sword away little by little with his fingertips, and said in a gentle and warm voice, "Little Ah Si, the Jinglong Sword is for you to defend yourself, not for doing dangerous things like this."

Yu Wensi's dull eyes suddenly brightened up, and his nose couldn't help but feel sour, "Master..."

"I'm here." Yan Qing smiled lightly, "If you've been wronged, I'll get it back for you."

Yuwen Si couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and nodded heavily, "Yes."

The moment Yan Qing turned around, his gentle and elegant appearance disappeared, leaving only ruthlessness and brutality, and his blue eyes turned red in an instant.

The cold voice carried endless murderous intent, "Tianwen."

The sword appeared out of thin air and hovered in front of Yan Qing. As his gestures changed, the sword body of Tianwen changed from blue to red.

"go."

Tian Wen, with murderous intent, paved the way with blood wherever he went. Those cultivators seemed so small and powerless in front of Yan Qing's powerful strength.

In a moment, all the bodies were dead and disappeared, leaving only a large area of bright red that dyed the snow-white ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yuwen Si looked at Yan Qing's back and couldn't help feeling aggrieved. The appearance of his master was like a ray of light in the darkness, saving him from the brink of despair.

Yan Qing looked back at Yuwen Si, and said in a doting tone, "Little Ah Si, come to me."

Yuwen Si walked over slowly and called out obediently, "Master."

Yan Qing stretched out her hand to heal Yuwen Si's wounds. When she just touched his body, her pupils shrank slightly and she examined him again in disbelief.

In the end, it was the same result, which made him suddenly murderous, and the phoenix bloodline and the golden dragon bloodline in his body fought against each other.

The body was on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for the temperature here, which temporarily suppressed the Phoenix's fire, it would have created a brief balance.

Otherwise, it would have been torn apart by these two forces long ago.

Suddenly, a voice was heard.