Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

When Ding Shengshui and Wu Jincheng arrived at the fork in the mountain, Yao Shixian and Feng Huaiyuan were already at a disadvantage.

A rainbow light flashed across the night sky, and a violent sword energy suddenly slashed towards Yanshan Pavilion.

The sudden attack knocked the sword out of his hand in the blink of an eye.

His body flew backwards, hitting several towering trees and falling heavily to the ground.

"Leave this man to me. Go and catch him quickly." An overwhelming pressure emanated from Ding Shengshui's body, as if the whole world was in mourning and corpses were lying everywhere.

When Elder Yao and Elder Feng saw Elder Ding coming, they stopped fighting and, together with Elder Wu, each chose a fork in the road and quickly explored it.

When Yan Shanting saw that the route chosen by Wu Jincheng was exactly Ruan Chuyin's escape route, he was shocked and didn't care about his dislocated internal organs. He used all his remaining strength to strike him with a sword that covered the sky and the sun.

"You are overestimating yourself." Wu Jincheng didn't look back, but waved his palm lightly backwards with indifference. He didn't want to underestimate the strength of the person who came, and was blown away for seventy or eighty feet on the spot. When he got up again, he had lost all his previous composure. The bronze ghost mask fell to the ground in a mess, revealing an old and gaunt face.

He stood firm, caught two drops of blood flowing from the corners of his lips with his hands in disbelief, turned back suddenly with a ferocious look on his face, and drew his sword to rush towards Yanshan Pavilion.

"Mr. Ding, I'm the one who's going to take this kid's life!"

Yan Shanting sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tore off his tattered robe, reached out to call back "Liu Guang" and resolutely went forward.

His move indirectly revealed Ruan Chuyin's direction. Ding Shengshui immediately called back Yao Shixian and Feng Huaiyuan, and together they rushed towards the third fork on the right.

The forest was thick with shadows, and the cries of the birds that never returned cast a thick layer of ghostly aura over the surroundings.

The rain was neither heavy nor light, and it slid across my face like silk, bringing a little coolness.

There were seven or eight bonfires in the community temple, lighting up the surroundings as bright as day.

Now that the Corpse Sect knew about the little clay figurine's miserable life story, they became more enthusiastic. Even Xu Qingxiao and the most unkind Third Elder became a little more friendly towards her.

"Hatsune, eat some more meat. Look how thin you are! Even a piece of firewood is stronger than you. Just follow your teacher and study hard. You won't have to worry about your days being endless." Ge Yinghan pulled another roasted chicken leg and stuffed it into the little clay figurine's hand, his eyes filled with sympathy under his cloak.

"I'm...full." Ruan Chuyin felt something was amiss when she heard this. Then she thought, it made sense. Following them would give her a much better chance of success even if she encountered the Ghost-Faced Man again. She immediately picked up the chicken leg and began to chew on it again.

So cute!

Ge Yinghan began to like this disciple a little, and said, "After we get out of the forest, find a place to wash properly."

Everyone thought it made perfect sense. The little apprentice sister was incredibly dirty, her hair, face, and skirt caked with mud. If she hadn't had a few water bags, she would have already poured them all over her.

The rain gradually stopped, and the three elders of the ghost realm saw a few lights in the distance and quickened their pace.

Because of the presence of Elder Ding, Yao Shixian and Feng Huaiyuan no longer tried to restrain their aura, and the strong murderous aura spread unrestrainedly all the way.

"Someone's coming." Xu Qingxiao slowly stood up, his long gaze shooting out the window. This aura was very strong.

Ruan Chuyin's heart sank when she heard this, and it didn't rebound for several breaths. The aroma of the barbecue in her mouth suddenly faded, and she immediately sat down next to her master.

Ge Yinghan patted her dark little hands and comforted her, "Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink. There is nothing to be afraid of when you are with us." After that, he tore off half a roasted chicken from the campfire and ate it leisurely with the wine in the gourd.