The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

"You old fool, do you still have friends?"

Hua Ye's face flushed and he looked reluctant as Xu Zhi held him in his arms. He lowered his head and wiped his lips hard without any hesitation, as if they were stained with something dirty.

The already swollen lips became even more swollen.

"The immortal naturally has immortal friends. Be prepared and don't get scared!"

Xuzhi reminded her in a teasing manner, but she didn't appreciate it at all and just kept touching her lips which were becoming more and more swollen.

It was not until a hostile look was cast at her that Hua Ye put down his hand and looked up.

Xuzhi awkwardly let go of her slender waist, with a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them saw an old sycamore tree full of flowers, which gradually took on a human shape.

An elegant woman wearing a light purple strapless dress with long, shiny hair like a waterfall, the hem of the dress dragging on the ground.

A paulownia flower hairpin carved from a paulownia tree trunk is pinned on top of the head, and the hair is tied into a flying bun, like a forked branch.

There were also a few unique purple paulownia flowers pinned on it. The big and round eyes like copper bells were staring at Xu Zhi's cold and handsome face with tears in their eyes.

But when she looked at Hua Ye, her eyes, filled with tears, stared at her with a hidden jealousy and hatred.

Hua Ye had never seen such a fascinating woman, who was elegant, noble and somewhat domineering.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

She performed the etiquette of the demon world to Xu Zhi in a very proper manner. The gestures were so complicated that it was difficult to understand.

With the back of her hand facing Xuzhi, her slender fingers intertwined into the shape of a crown, she lowered her body slightly and raised her hand above her head in a salute.

"Yuan'er, no need to be so polite!"

Xu's natural exclamation made Hua Ye, who was already unhappy, even more gloomy. She clenched her fists tightly, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes.

"Master, don't you plan to introduce this person to Ye'er?" Hua Ye asked gritting his teeth, with some subtle sarcasm in his words.

The sarcastic tone was like a sharp blade, piercing the beauty in front of her, making her jealous, but she had to put on a fake smile and go forward to greet her.

"Your Highness, how could you accept such an ordinary mortal as your disciple? This is really unlike your usual style!"

The beauty questioned coquettishly, but her eyes always stayed on Hua Ye, revealing her undisguised contempt.

I'm ordinary! Damn it! I, Hua Ye, am a dignified female war god. How dare you call me ordinary...

Hearing this, Hua Ye was immediately furious and cursed in her heart. She rolled her eyes several times in a row, shaking with anger, and her cheeks were puffed up with anger.

She looked at Xuzhi pitifully, hoping to get his support and comfort. However, deep in Xuzhi's cold eyes there was an imperceptible smile.

He replied calmly, "Well, she is indeed ordinary, but she is very talented and intelligent. It is for this reason that I reluctantly accepted her as my disciple."

After hearing these words, the beauty put away the contempt in her eyes and instead looked at Xu Zhi with a feeling of longing after a thousand years.

"Master Xuzhi, how can you belittle your own disciple like this?"

Hua Ye took a small step forward without changing his expression and stood steadily in front of him, cleverly separating the gradually shrinking distance between the two.

She had an innocent, non-threatening smile on her face, her eyes fixed squarely on Wutong.

"My name is Hua Ye, nice to meet Sister Yuan'er!" Hua Ye bowed to Wutong, his tone respectful and cordial.

Looking at Hua Ye, a young man in his early twenties and full of vigor, Wutong couldn't help but think that it was great to be young.

So he smiled and nodded, indicating his agreement and letting her call him sister.

"She is a Wutong tree demon with a thousand years of cultivation. Her surname is Wutong and her given name is 'Yuan'. She is the first female disciple accepted by this temple. Ye'er, you should respectfully address her as Senior Sister."

As Xu Zhi spoke, he gently pushed Hua Ye to the side so that Wu Tong could see him clearly.

"Your Highness, Wutong has been a master for thousands of years. Don't always put on airs as a master. I won't fall for that anymore!" Wutong said lightly.

This made Xu Zhi burst out laughing: "Yuan'er, you are still as serious as before. It really makes me miss the past!"

Xuzhi stretched out his broad palm and rubbed Wutong's hair. This boundless touch made Wutong's love grow stronger.