Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao's little heart was beating non-stop. The feeling of oppression was simply too strong. Suddenly, her desire to survive was like a burning flame, extremely strong. In just a moment, she changed her expression. Her pair of smart purple eyes met Luo Yunhan's deep eyes. At that moment, her previous nervousness and uneasiness instantly turned into sweetness and dependence.

"Brother Yunhan, you're here!" Although it was a telepathic voice, Ye Shuyao's voice was like the warm sunshine in spring, sounding soft and suffocating.

At this moment, Ye Shuyao's eyes flashed with a bit of playfulness and flattery, as if to say, look, I still listen to you.

Luo Yunhan's heart trembled violently when he heard the soft and tender word "Brother Yunhan". His whole body felt like being brushed by a warm breeze. His originally cold and hard tone softened a bit involuntarily, and his voice became hoarse and low: "Do you know that I have been looking for you, and I am almost going crazy, Yao'er, you are a little heartless. If I hadn't come, would you have forgotten your master? Hmm!" At the end, his ending tone rose slightly, with a hint of imperceptible coquettishness.

Ye Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his expression gradually relaxing. It turned out that her master really liked to hear her calling him. She would know next time.

So, she waved her hands quickly, with an innocent look on her face: "How...how could that be! I was just strolling around with a friend, and it hasn't even been half an hour! If you don't believe me, ask him." As she spoke, she quickly turned around and pointed at Long Wuji behind her.

Ye Shuyao was convinced. She felt that she must have been frightened silly, because she always felt that the tone of her master just now was as if he was acting coquettishly with her.

Long Wu Ji nudged his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and looked with complicated eyes at the two people in front of him, who were exchanging glances as if no one else was around, and the undisguised intimacy on their faces. Although he didn't know what the two of them said, seeing Ye Shuyao's flattering expression, he knew that it was definitely not what he liked to hear. For a moment, there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, emitting a faint red light.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Ye Shuyao's ear, and spoke in a low and cold voice, as if it came from the depths of hell: "Little thing, are you so happy to see him?" There was a hint of unwillingness in his tone.

Ye Shuyao...what is she talking about? She is always happy every time she sees her master.

Long Wuji chuckled, and suddenly exerted force, holding Ye Shuyao tightly in his arms. He looked at Luo Yunhan provocatively, his eyes carrying seven parts of provocation and three parts of possessiveness, as if to say, "Look, she's in my arms now, what can you do to me?"

Luo Yunhan's eyes suddenly shrank, as if a cold light flashed, and his expression instantly became cold and murderous, as if to freeze the entire space, "Who allowed you to touch her?" His voice was low and threatening, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Long Wuji returned a look with an arrogant look on his face, "I don't need your permission."

Ye Shuyao's eyes were suddenly filled with anger. She didn't want Luo Yunhan to misunderstand her. "It's necessary, of course it's necessary. You slutty fox, are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to hurt me?" The spiritual power in her body surged and she grabbed the arm that was holding her, but she couldn't pull it free.

"Shut up." Long Wuji's eyebrows twitched. He was so angry at this heartless girl. He was no worse than the woman in mourning in front of him. Seeing her worthless look made him even angrier.

Then, Long Wu Ji didn't know what he was thinking of, and his charming red eyes flashed. He leaned forward with a mischievous look, got close to Ye Shuyao's ear, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Xiao Yao'er, don't move, otherwise I don't mind hiding you and let him never see you." There was a hint of amusement and gritted teeth in his tone.

When Ye Shuyao heard this, she felt as if a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through her heart, and her little face was instantly filled with black lines. The situation was stronger than she was, and it was her own fault that she was weak now. In the end, she could only helplessly curse in a low voice: "Psycho," and then she really didn't move. She vowed to practice harder in the future, mainly because this feeling of powerlessness was so damn depressing.

Luo Yunhan's eyes were as deep as a cold pond. He stared at Long Wuji's unscrupulous behavior sinisterly, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. His face was terribly gloomy, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in that smile, only endless coldness and murderous intent.

"You are looking for death!" Luo Yunhan's voice was low and threatening, as if it came from the depths of hell, making people shudder. His figure moved, and he appeared in front of the two of them in an instant like a ghost. The speed was so fast that it was astonishing, as if he had transcended the constraints of time.

One of his hands quickly grabbed Ye Shuyao's wrist and pulled her out of Long Wuji's arms. In the palm of his other hand, a chilling force of law, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, was condensed. He struck Long Wuji's right chest without hesitation, as if to pierce through him completely.

Seeing this, Long Wu Ji curled up a mocking smile. Before Luo Yunhan's attack came, he grabbed Ye Shuyao's wrist with his left hand, raised his right palm slightly, and faced it. His body was instantly wrapped in a thick layer of killing law, as if to strangle all life in the cradle.

With this blow, spiritual energy surged like a tide, creating waves that shook the entire space to the point of collapse. The two's power collided at this moment, emitting a deafening roar that seemed to tear the entire world apart.

For a moment, the two of them were at loggerheads, but neither of them could do anything to the other.

Luo Yunhan's face became increasingly cold, his eyes revealing a fighting spirit; while Long Wuji still maintained that mocking smile, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by this battle. The contest between the two was like two powerful storms colliding in the air, filling the entire space with tension and oppression.

Not far away, a group of people gathered together, whispering to each other. The noise was rising and falling. One of them, with a twinkle in his eye, chuckled and said, "Tell me, this isn't going to be like those two men fighting over one woman in the picture book, is it?"

The other man's gaze fell on Ye Shuyao, who was sandwiched between the two men. "I guess so, but looking at that pitiful look on that girl's face, I think she was probably forced."

At this time, a female cultivator gently held her chin with both hands, her eyes sparkling: "My God, when did our underworld have two such handsome men? If I were that girl, even death would be worth it."

Upon hearing this, the other female cultivators all echoed, "That's right, that's right."

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Ye Shuyao felt like her hands were about to be torn apart by the two men. She looked to the left and then to the right. No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help it. A surge of anger rose up. She didn't want to accompany them any more. "Stop, let go of me, you two. What do you think of me? Do you know that my hands are hurting from your grip?"

Hearing this, the two men loosened their grip on her hands. Luo Yunhan saw bruises on her fair wrists, and a hint of pity flashed across his eyes. He called out, "Yao'er," with a hint of grievance in his voice.

But Ye Shuyao didn't buy it at all, and she no longer had the cautiousness she used to have in front of Luo Yunhan. Taking advantage of the two men's relaxation, she pushed them away with force and said impatiently, "You two fight slowly and see who wins. Do you understand? I, I won't accompany you anymore, hum!" After that, she dodged and hid in the Xuanshuang space, her movements flowing smoothly.

This action immediately stunned the group of gossipers. This is not right. Shouldn't the normal response be, "Stop fighting and stand in the middle?"

Ye Shuyao... stop the fight? Stand in the middle? There's no need. She is not mentally ill. She can't persuade them because of their equal strength and the fighting spirit in their eyes. At most, they will suffer minor injuries after the fight. They are old monsters who are many years old. In the mortal world, they are old enough to be her great-grandfathers. Naturally, they won't make a fuss.

Luo Yunhan, if Long Wuji knew what she was thinking, he would probably scold her for being heartless again.

Long Wu Ji slowly stroked his palm, which seemed to still retain the warmth left by Ye Shuyao. His eyes became more fiery, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He snorted coldly at Luo Yunhan.

His eyes were filled with the undisguised fighting spirit, "Oh, if you defeat me today, you can take the little girl with you. If you lose, she will stay in my underworld and be the Queen of the Underworld.

Luo Yunhan pursed his lips, shook his robe, and put his hands behind his back. He glanced at Long Wuji with a cold look, and his tone was filled with disdain. "Really? You dare to let her stay in this remote place? Believe it or not, I will tear down your underworld."

Long Wuji sneered, his eyes full of provocation: "Tear it down, go ahead, I have plenty of ways to prevent you from seeing her."

If looks could kill, Long Wu Ji would probably have been torn to pieces by Luo Yunhan's eyes a thousand times by now.

Luo Yunhan snorted coldly and raised his hand slightly. Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power surged out from his palm, quickly forming a huge vortex in the air, forming an independent transparent space.

He was seen walking in the air, with a spider web forming under his feet, extending and expanding with his steps, until Luo Yunhan's slender body stood upright in the space, his pair of calm ice-blue eyes looking coldly at Long Wuji below.

Long Wuji put his hands behind his back and took a step forward. His figure appeared and disappeared in the air, as if he had merged with the surrounding air. Every step he took would leave a trail of afterimages in the air. These afterimages were like ghosts, making it impossible to grasp his true position.

I ordered some sleep aids last night and went to bed early, so I forgot to update. Haha, haha (?＞?＜?)