The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Because the incident happened suddenly, he suddenly lost his balance and stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground. After finally stabilizing himself, he raised his head with a smile on his face and said to Mo Luyi, "Oh, you're so young, don't be so angry! If there's anything, we can talk it over calmly."

Mo Luyi was busy straightening her slightly wrinkled clothes when she heard Li Changsheng's words. She turned around, her beautiful eyes fixed on the grinning Li Changsheng, and asked calmly, "Huh! Talk nicely? Okay, then, tell me what you just said to Baili Dongjun, 'Master's Wife'?"

Facing Mo Lvyi's aggressive questioning, Li Changsheng began to look around, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking down at the ground, but he refused to meet Mo Lvyi's gaze. He could clearly feel the aura emanating from Mo Lvyi growing stronger, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

So, he quickly put on a smile and explained, "Hehe, this... you didn't say anything at the time. And for me, you are the person I love from the bottom of my heart, and you are the wife I have already chosen! So in my opinion, you are his future master's wife. Isn't this just introducing your identity in advance..."

Mo Lvyi's once snow-white face was now visibly darkening, as if a dark cloud had descended upon it. Her eyes flickered with anger. Li Changsheng, standing nearby, spoke in a whisper as Mo Lvyi's expression changed, until it was practically inaudible, like a frightened rabbit, completely devoid of his previous aura.

Finally, when Li Changsheng completely shut his mouth and stopped talking, the entire scene fell into a dead silence. Mo Luyi's beautiful face was now covered in frost, and her once lively eyes were now filled with coldness and anger as she stared straight at Li Changsheng.

After a long while, she squeezed out a few words coldly from between her teeth: "Madam? Li Changsheng, you are really great! Playboy." In the past, she just followed the plot and was angry, but it was okay. But now that so many years have passed, the real feeling of putting herself in their shoes is really unbearable, especially when she might be just one of them.

Her voice was quiet, but the anger within was chilling. Then, Mo Lvyi continued, "Do you think that just because you say someone is your wife, that person will truly be your wife? And didn't you say before that you'd have countless wives in the future? So, why don't we have a good chat today? Who have you decided on as your wife?" At this point, Mo Lvyi clenched her teeth tightly, as if to release all the anger in her heart through her teeth.

She had no idea that her concern for Li Changsheng over the years had seeped into her heart, so there seemed to be a hint of sourness in the words she said subconsciously.

Faced with Mo Lvyi's sharp questioning, Li Changsheng felt a little embarrassed and just wanted to give himself a lesson. He subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look Mo Lvyi in the eye, just like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting to be punished.

"I...I'm wrong, isn't that okay?" Li Changsheng muttered, his voice so low that only he could hear it. He had no idea she could outlive him, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

However, Mo Luyi's apology didn't immediately dispel her anger. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her agitated emotions. After all, they still had important things to accomplish together, and if things got strained here, it would be bad for everyone.

So, she suppressed her anger and warned him in a calm tone: "Be careful with your words next time! Don't shout words like 'wife' without restraint!" Although she thought he was good, they didn't have any substantial feelings for each other now.

Hearing Mo Luyi's warning, Li Changsheng felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded quickly, like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "I know, I know."

However, deep down in his heart, he couldn't help but murmur secretly: "This Lu Yi usually looks quite gentle, but I didn't expect that she could be so scary when she gets angry. This little girl really has a hot temper. Not to mention, she's quite cute."

At that moment, Mo Luyi glanced at him coldly, completely oblivious to the thoughts running through his mind. However, at that moment, she simply didn't feel like staying with him. She parted her red lips and uttered a few words calmly, "Go back on your own." Before she finished her words, she vanished like a ghost.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng hurriedly reached out his hand to try to keep her, but he was still a step too late. Watching the beautiful woman leave, he could only helplessly smile bitterly, shaking his head and sighing, "Alas! It seems that there is still some way to go in my pursuit of my wife! But is it possible that in her eyes, I am really a playboy? But I only marry one wife in each life, so how can I be considered a playboy? It really is true that the old saying goes - a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea! Forget it, forget it, I should go back and make a long-term plan." After saying this, he turned and slowly left, his figure gradually disappearing into the vast night.

Mo Luyi's figure flashed, and when she stopped, she found that the place was covered with lush grass and green trees. The breeze blew gently, bringing with it a hint of fresh air.

After she stood still, she gently grasped the hilt with her right hand. The Worry-Free Sword was like a sleeping dragon, instantly awakened. With a flick of her wrist, the sword flashed a brilliant streak through the air, followed by a series of dazzling sword moves.

The sunlight poured down, illuminating Mo Luyi, giving her an otherworldly aura. Her figure resembled a fairy descending to earth, her robes fluttering, each movement stirring a gust of fresh air. Her agile and ever-changing swordsmanship was truly dazzling. Each move, seemingly effortless, held within it an endless supply of mystery and subtlety.

The blade darted through the air, leaving behind graceful arcs that seemed to weave a vibrant, colorful painting. At times, the Worry-Free Sword was as light as a flower swaying in the wind, gentle and graceful; at other times, it was as sharp as a dragon emerging from the sea, imposing and unstoppable. It coordinated seamlessly with Mo Luyi's movements, as if the two had become one.

She was practicing so hard that she didn't notice that someone in the distance was carefully watching her sword skills.