The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

Jun Xiuyuan spoke in a gentle tone, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Huai Yan.

"If you wish, we will hold the Taoist Couple Ceremony next month."

Huai Yan was stunned by his words.

His scalp was tingling and his head was buzzing.

The person in front of me calls himself "this seat". He is the master of the Hehuan Sect and the master of the Xuanbing Pole. Could he be the ancestor of the Hehuan Sect who is detached from the world and sits high on the jade platform?

Huaiyan was nervous and cold sweat broke out on his fair forehead.

He pinched himself with a dust-cleansing spell and hurriedly prepared to put on his outer robe. He found that his white disciple robe was gone. Huai Yan suspected that the man had done it on purpose. He gritted his teeth and put on the bright red robe that the man had prepared in advance under the man's scorching gaze.

This was the wedding gown Jun Xiuyuan had prepared for him. Both the inner and outer garments were immortal-grade defensive robes. Huai Yan was unaware of this.

Jun Xiuyuan waited for his answer, his eyes always following Huai Yan's movements.

The bright red wedding dress makes the boy's skin look as white as the moon, with a faint glow flowing.

His long hair was as black as ink, casually scattered behind his snow-white neck.

Her eyes are as bright as water, the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye is bright and eye-catching, her red lips are charming and tempting, and her waist is slender and soft, and can be held in one hand.

Jun Xiuyuan was very reluctant, but a month had passed and it was time to let him go.

Huai Yan was very silent.

Jun Xiuyuan felt increasingly uneasy.

Could it be that the boy is shy?

Thinking of this, he chuckled, and his tall figure slowly approached Huai Yan, his tone doting and gentle.

"Are you shy? Never mind. I will personally go to the Demon Realm and ask the Demon Lord Qingtian for you. You will live with me and you won't have to work for him anymore!"

Huai Yan looked up in surprise when he heard this.

How could he think so.

Do you think of yourself as a spy of the demon clan?

"No need, senior...senior~~~" When the man's hand reached out to touch his face, Huai Yan subconsciously took a step back and bowed respectfully to Jun Xiuyuan.

Jun Xiuyuan's hand froze in mid-air, and his originally gentle aura suddenly became cold and sharp.

There was a dangerous light in his black pupils.

He had been so pleasant just a moment ago, but now he seemed like a completely different person. His cold aura was intimidating.

Huai Yan's heart was in turmoil, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the Hehuan Sect is one of the only three great masters in the world of cultivation who can transcend tribulations.

He possessed a cold, aloof, and ambivalent disposition, possessing both good and evil. Aside from his enemy, Demon Lord Qingtian, who was also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and another aristocratic family ancestor who had also crossed the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he treated everyone else like ants. Mortals and cultivators were completely meaningless to him.

Jun Xiuyuan narrowed his cold eyes and saw that he was actually daydreaming in front of him.

Feeling depressed, he walked forward slowly and looked directly into the boy's black and charming eyes.

"I might as well tell you that I cultivate the Way of Joy and I saved you with my own blood. The drop of my blood in your body will draw you ever closer to me. Our becoming a Taoist couple is a natural union. Could it be that you're afraid of that green-faced demon and don't dare to make the decision?"

His tone became calm again, but the dangerous glint in his eyes made Huai Yan shudder.

Huai Yan hurriedly said, "Senior, how dare I disturb your quiet cultivation? I have not yet avenged my great vengeance, and I really do not want to involve you. I will always remember your kindness in detoxifying me. If one day I can fulfill my wish and kill my enemy, I...I will come to the Hehuan Sect to apologize and express my gratitude."

After Huai Yan finished speaking, the air in the room suddenly became extremely cold.

The entire cave was frozen into an ice sculpture by the terrifying power of black ice, and the huge ice layer was still spreading towards his feet, as if it wanted to swallow him completely.

Huai Yan was like a frightened bird. He hunched over with cold sweat on his forehead. Beads of sweat as big as beans dripped onto the ground, making a clicking sound.

Wouldn't the other party kill him to vent their anger? The original book didn't describe much about this Hehuan Sect ancestor.

Only when the demons were destroyed did he come out to make his presence felt.

His long black hair fell behind him, and the wide sleeves covered Huaiyan's small and delicate face. He didn't even dare to look at Jun Xiuyuan's expression.

Jun Xiuyuan looked at his guilty and frightened look and felt both angry and amused. His status and cultivation were among the top in the Tiancang Realm. No matter how many cultivators wanted to curry favor with him, he never took them seriously. But the man in front of him didn't appreciate it.

"Let me ask you, if it was someone else who saved you today, would you have refused like you do now?" Jun Xiuyuan felt like a cat scratching his heart, looking at the beautiful hairline on the boy's head, and asked unwillingly.

Huai Yan blushed and nodded softly.

Jun Xiuyuan heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed his old age wasn't the problem. Could it be that at such a young age, he truly bore a deep blood feud?

He felt inexplicably distressed, and instead of asking directly, he asked in a roundabout way, "Why did you come to the Ten Thousand Snake Valley? The cultivators of the Tiancang Realm avoid it, aren't you afraid?"

"For...a mission!" Huai Yan's eyes darkened slightly, not revealing too much. If he had known in his previous life that Yun Ji would steal his golden elixir, he would never have gone through so much trouble to come to the Ten Thousand Snake Valley to pick the Immortal Marrow Fruit for him.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything more, Jun Xiuyuan did not force him. He had finally found someone who suited his taste, and he couldn't push him too hard and scare him away.

"There's no need to apologize or express gratitude. Just go down the mountain!"

Jun Xiuyuan's expression was struggling, but his voice became extremely gentle again. The ice and snow in the room melted away, and the temperature returned to spring-like, becoming extremely warm.

Huai Yan, immersed in memories, suddenly looked up, his dark eyes full of disbelief, and looked at him in surprise.

"Will you let me go?"

After his experience in his previous life, Huai Yan almost thought that the other party would imprison him.

Jun Xiuyuan closed his eyes, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and nodded slightly.

He took out a black jade hairpin from the storage ring on his left index finger and slowly helped Huai Yan up.

Huai Yan didn't dare to resist. She obediently let him help her up, and then gently sat her down on the edge of Xuan Bing's bed.

The man's warm big hand held Huai Yan's slender, snow-white right hand again. A stream of spiritual power passed by, and Huai Yan's index finger instantly showed a bright red blood bead.

Huai Yan felt pain and was about to struggle free when he saw the blood drop flying onto the black jade hairpin and quickly disappearing.