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On a sunny day, Mu Xueyan carefully avoided everyone's sight and came to Tianyuan Sect, exhausted, just to find Su Yun.

At that time, Su Yun was sitting leisurely and comfortably on the swing in the garden carefully decorated by Ye Yichen.

The swing was made for her by Fu Qingyuan himself. It was delicate and sturdy.

She was holding the delicious snacks that Ji Shenruo had specially made for her in her hand, savoring them slowly, bite by bite, and she was enjoying it so much.

She was wearing clothes and shoes that Lu Mingzhi had personally sewn for her. The style was novel and comfortable, and she looked smart and cute.

Originally, Fu Qingyuan was accompanying Su Yun, but he just said he had something to do and went out for a while, so now Su Yun was left alone in the garden enjoying the tranquility and comfort.

Just at this time, Mu Xueyan hurried to the garden and saw Su Yun on the swing at a glance.

Mu Xueyan frowned and said with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Su Yun, you really are in a good mood, having a carefree time here."

Su Yun heard the voice, looked up, and asked in surprise: "Xue Yan? Why are you here?"

However, when he thought of the last time she knocked him unconscious, Su Yun suddenly became alert and looked at Mu Xueyan with a little more caution.

Mu Xueyan didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Where is Du Risheng?"

Su Yun replied innocently, "How should I know? I'm not a worm in his stomach, how can I know his whereabouts at all times?"

Mu Xueyan was unyielding and said excitedly, "He's dead. I learned fortune-telling some time ago, and after a careful calculation, I found out that he's already dead. Su Yun, tell me, is it because of you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yun's eyes, which had been quite lively at first, suddenly widened, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was filled with disbelief, his cheeks puffed with anger, and he shouted in surprise and anger: "Mu Xueyan, please don't slander me! How am I related to his death? What gives you the right to say that?!"

Mu Xueyan's face was stern, her eyes piercing Su Yun straight like ice knives, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly with a hint of sarcasm, and she said coldly: "I figured it out and it's related to you!"

That look seemed to have seen through all the truth, leaving no room for doubt.

Su Yun's eyes flickered slightly, as if something was passing through his mind quickly. Then he resumed his seemingly innocent look, tilted his head slightly, frowned, and said with a look of grievance: "I didn't do it, I don't know, what do you want?"

Mu Xueyan's brows knitted tightly together, her eyes filled with disgust and heartache. She stepped forward, pointed at Su Yun's nose, and questioned, "You were his direct disciple, and you're not sad at all about his death? Do you have any conscience at all?"

Su Yun was frightened by this momentum and took a small step back. A trace of guilt flashed across his face, but he quickly replaced it with an indifferent expression. He curled his lips, rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Then I'll be sad for a while."

As Su Yun spoke, he deliberately squeezed his eyes in an extremely exaggerated manner, and forced out two drops of so-called "crocodile tears". The tears swirled in his eye sockets, as if he was pretending to be sad.

But if you look closely, you can see that there is not a trace of sadness in his eyes at all, but rather a strong sense of playfulness.

She was secretly thinking in her heart: "Humph, Du Risheng is the main god anyway, how can he really die so easily? Besides..."

Mu Xueyan, who was standing by, saw all of Su Yun's hypocritical behavior and was immediately so angry that she started shaking all over, her face flushed red, and her chest heaving violently with anger.

"Su Yun, you despicable villain!"

Mu Xueyan gnashed her teeth and roared, "I will kill you today to avenge him!"

Before she finished her words, Mu Xueyan suddenly pounced towards Su Yun. A sword shining with cold light appeared in her hand. She waved the sword and stabbed Su Yun fiercely. The move was cruel and brutal, showing no mercy at all.

Seeing this, Su Yun nimbly stepped back and easily avoided the fierce attack.

"Hey, don't go too far!" Su Yun dodged Mu Xueyan's continuous attacks while shouting at the top of his voice, "I didn't do what happened to Du Risheng, why are you staring at me?"

Mu Xueyan didn't listen to her explanation at all. The attack of the sword in her hand became more and more fierce, and every move was aimed at Su Yun's vital parts.

But Su Yun is not a pushover. She has learned a lot of powerful kung fu and practical experience from her four lovers.

She moved as fast as lightning, moving flexibly between Mu Xueyan's attacks. She spotted a flaw, attacked suddenly, and took down Mu Xueyan in one fell swoop.

Although Mu Xueyan was restrained at this time, the anger in her eyes was still burning, as if she wanted to burn Su Yun to ashes on the spot.