Yaoguang Fairy Path

At this moment, bright and eye-catching red silk screens magically appeared on Ye Shuyao's skin, like fine red lace, interwoven on her skin, and flashing a faint red light.

Yunyan Tower is like a shining pearl, inlaid in the most prosperous heart of Youdu City. It is a place where all kinds of people mix, a famous gold-consuming den, and an excellent place to seek information.

In a luxuriously decorated room, Luo Yunhan was sitting upright on a soft couch with his eyes closed and concentrating.

His spiritual consciousness was like an invisible giant net, firmly locking every corner of the Yunyan Tower. Outside the screen, a woman in light clothes was holding a pipa, her fingers dancing on the strings, playing a melodious and slightly sad tune.

She had been playing for several hours straight, and the beautiful melody seemed endless. Although she had some skills, the long playing made her fingers cramp, and she even accidentally broke several notes. She didn't understand what the master meant, and she didn't dare to ask more. Luo Yunhan never asked to stop, so she didn't dare to interrupt playing without permission.

Luo Yunhan listened to the harsh and slightly chaotic sounds of the pipa coming from outside, and couldn't help but frowned slightly. A hint of displeasure appeared on his face, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

The woman outside the screen felt the chill and her delicate body trembled involuntarily. She thought it was not good and was afraid that this would annoy the guest inside, which made her feel panic and uneasy.

So, she adjusted her voice, trying to make it sound more tender and charming: "Master, please forgive me, my hands really can't bear it anymore. If this goes on, I'm afraid they will be broken." She raised her head and glanced shyly at the screen, but could only see a vague outline. How about... let Hongye come in and have a few drinks with you?

However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Luo Yunhan's cold and emotionless tone. He just spit out two words coldly: "Get out."

These two words were like an ice-cold sword, instantly piercing the woman's heart. Hongye nervously wiped the non-existent sweat from her cheek (ˉ―ˉ?). This gentleman inside didn't know how to be gentle with women. He asked her to play music for such a long time, but didn't even offer any tips. The atmosphere in the room was more creepy than a ghost town. She paused for a moment and finally picked up the pipa in a panic and walked out.

On Ye Shuyao's side, the ball of black silk thread, which was originally tightly wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, began to slowly withdraw after blending with the red silk thread. However, at this last critical moment, Qiansiyin suddenly resisted frantically and became violent.

Ye Shuyao's face was instantly filled with pain. She frowned and tiny beads of sweat kept oozing out of her forehead, sliding down her delicate face and dripping onto the back of Long Wuji's hand, making a slight sound.

Immediately afterwards, an abnormal blush quickly spread from her face to her neck, as if burned by flames. Her entire body became extremely red and as hot as a cooked shrimp.

"It hurts so much, it's so hot..." Ye Shuyao let out a low and painful groan, and her body kept shaking.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao just wanted to complain, "Oh my god, it's so hot, is this going to be a demon?"

Little thing, hold on, it will be fine soon. Long Wu Ji's face gradually turned pale, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Damn it, the wound was triggered at this time. The wound on his left shoulder that spread to the side of his waist began to emit black gas, mixed with the crackling sound of lightning. Long Wu Ji endured the piercing pain and completely peeled off the Thousand Silk Leads from Ye Shuyao's body in one go. In an instant, the white puppet's eyes turned black, and its body was entangled with countless half-black and half-red silk threads.

Seeing this, Bingbing breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the wound was freed. She then glanced with a complicated look at the man who was forcing himself to remove the Thousand Silk Strings for his master. She couldn't help but feel a little moved. She whispered, "Master Long Wuji seems to have an old injury, and it looks like it's not a light one."

Ye Shuyao's spiritual sense swept over the doll and she felt it was very strange. She turned her head and looked at the pale-faced Long Wuji again, and she couldn't help feeling a little more worried.

Just after Long Wuji put the doll away, Ye Shuyao's figure was like a candle in the wind, swaying to one side. Long Wuji stood up and picked her up sideways with gentle and powerful movements. With a flash of his figure, the two disappeared from the spot like phantoms, leaving only a faint afterglow lingering in the air.

The scene shifted, and the two figures appeared at the edge of the Netherworld Pond. The water was a deep green, as crystal clear as jade, permeated with traces of Netherworld energy. The water rippled gently, creating layers of ripples.

From the outside, it looks like a majestic and magnificent palace, towering into the clouds, majestic and imposing. Every brick and tile reveals an ancient atmosphere. On the roof of the palace, there are carved beams and painted rafters, with flying eaves and pointed corners, just like auspicious dragons and phoenixes, with extraordinary momentum. Beneath the palace, there are stone pillars, each of which is carved with intricate totems and runes.

Long Wu Ji held Ye Shuyao in his arms and walked slowly and steadily towards the center of the Netherworld Pool.

The moment he stepped into the Netherworld Pool, miraculously, the wound on Long Wuji's back and the chain-like restraining force seemed to be bound by an invisible force and no longer raged. His tense body gradually relaxed and he exhaled comfortably, as if releasing all the pain and fatigue that had been pent up for a long time.

The spiritual power in his body circulated, and the water in the Netherworld Pool seemed to be activated. The medicinal power overflowed and turned into a rolling airflow, tightly wrapping the two of them.

The medicinal power slowly began to be refined by the circulation of the spiritual power in Ye Shuyao's body. Her skin, which was originally red and hot, gradually returned to its normal color under the effect of the medicine. A pair of watery eyes slowly opened. As far as the eye could see, the surroundings were shrouded in a layer of faint light. The water in the pool was as green as jade and clear to the bottom, reflecting the figures of the two people leaning on each other, like a moving painting.

There are also some ancient ornaments and decorations placed in the room of the Nether Pool, each of which emits a faint light, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance, which is the unique medicinal fragrance of the Nether Pool. It complements the surrounding mysterious atmosphere and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Ye Shuyao stretched her limbs comfortably and examined her condition again. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the effects left over from the previous removal of the Thousand Silk Attractions had completely dissipated. Not only that, her tendons and veins seemed to be wider than before. This was truly a pleasant surprise.

After confirming he was alright, her gaze slowly shifted to Long Wuji, who was concentrating on healing his wounds with his eyes closed. His upper body was tightly wrapped in a dense black aura, as if bound by the tentacles of a dark abyss. She couldn't help but wonder how he had sustained the injury. With his unfathomable strength, who could possibly challenge him?

Ye Shuyao blinked her peach blossom eyes, touched her chin, and walked around behind him with some doubts. When she saw that the white jade back was tightly wrapped by a lightning net that was flashing with cold light, she couldn't help but gasp. The lightning net made people feel that it contained endless laws.

Ye Shuyao gently held the little Bingfeng in her palm and asked in confusion: "Bingbing, look at his injuries, why are they so strange?" As she spoke, her brows unconsciously frowned.

The little ice phoenix flapped its wings, like a light snowflake, gracefully circling around Long Wuji, and then landed on Ye Shuyao's shoulder.

I hope the babies will leave their friendly little paws behind...

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