Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

I didn't expect that even though I was trying to hide, I still met him.

Yu Xiangwan quietly moved behind Ye Zhenan, but Ye Zhenan pretended not to see him and naturally blocked Yu Xiangwan behind him.

Yu Xiangwan took a quick look and saw that the ghost uncle had changed his appearance.

He is tall and slender, well-dressed, gentle and refined, with soft and three-dimensional facial features. He holds a snow-white folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome scholar.

If it weren't for the voice, Yu Xiangwan wouldn't have associated him with the ghost uncle from last night.

Seeing that he was not as handsome as he was last night, Yu Xiangwan became bolder.

"Why don't you go home, uncle?"

It was the first time that Yu Hui heard someone call him uncle, even though he looked only about twenty years old.

"What a coincidence! I'm just hanging out at my house."

"I didn't expect to meet you two little thieves in my house again."

The fish returned and smiled happily.

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Ye Zhenan: “…”

That is his home, this is his home too. I guess the entire Lost Forest is included in the area of ​​his home.

So shameless.

"How can something a scholar does be called stealing?"

"This is a loan."

Yu Hui looked at Yu Xiangwan with a cold face, saying such shameless words without hiding his smile.

"Aren't you a cultivator? How can you be considered a scholar?"

Yu Xiangwan's expression changed instantly, and his voice was no longer cold. He blinked his eyes and answered seriously,

"How can the deeds of a cultivator be considered stealing?"

"Those who practice Taoism compete with the heavens, the earth, people, and fate. We are merely competing with a tiger; how can this be considered stealing?"

As Yu Xiangwan spoke, he deliberately acted like he was innocent and naive, his misty eyes looking at Yu Hui clearly.

It was the first time that Ye Zhen'an saw Yu Xiang'an act so mischievously.

Yu Xiangwan had restored his original appearance as early as when he entered the Lost Forest. He didn't like having a strange face on himself, so when he spoke like this with such an extraordinary face, he didn't realize that such a face couldn't disgust people at all.

Yu Xiangwan was actually deliberately trying to disgust the ghost uncle. Seeing the ghost uncle's current appearance, he knew that the ghost uncle had deliberately scared him last night.

When a ghost cultivator reaches the golden elixir stage, he can restore his appearance before death.

Yu Hui looked at the delicate and exquisite little boy with picturesque features and an innocent look on his face.

Although he knew he did it on purpose, he didn't feel disgusted at all.

I just think that the young boy is quite lively and interesting when he doesn’t have a cold face.

Yu Hui smiled and stopped teasing the two of them.

"What's your name?"

Of course, Yu Xiangwan couldn't tell him the truth.

"Mu Bai."

Xiang Wan, wood, white, admire white.

"The fish is back."

When Yu Xiangwan looked over again, Yu Hui had disappeared.

It really is as sudden as it comes and goes.

The two went out together and reached the outskirts of the Lost Forest.

Suddenly, they heard a faint sobbing sound and stopped.

Yu Xiangwan had originally regained his handsome face.

But when he saw the disciple uniform of Fuyao Sect, his face changed back to his original appearance.

After all, he is a disciple of the Fuyao Sect, so it is more appropriate to use his own face.

"What's going on here?"

When the sobbing woman saw Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan, she felt like she had found her savior.

"Please help take care of Senior Brother Qinghe, he was injured by the five-colored spotted tiger."

Yu Xiangwan frowned at the woman's casual and trusting look.

If the person who came had bad intentions, I'm afraid that not only the junior brother lying on the ground would be in trouble, but even she would probably suffer.

After all, in the world of cultivation, there are countless cases of murder and theft.

But he didn't say much.

When I went forward with Ye Zhen'an, I saw the young boy lying on the grass. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his body was stained with blood.

He recognized this young man. He was the little beggar, Song Qinghe, who had joined the sect together with him a few months ago.

He became the sect master's disciple at that time.

Yu Xiangwan recalled that when he first saw the five-colored tiger, there were blood stains on its claws, and it turned out that Song Qinghe had one of them.

After several months of recuperation, the young boy now has red lips and white teeth, and is very handsome.

Yu Xiangwan frowned as he looked at the young man who was breathing out more than breathing in.

He walked over, squatted down and helped Song Qinghe up.

Ye Zhenan took out the healing pill from the storage ring and fed it into Song Qinghe's mouth.

When Ye Zhen'an took the Yuehua Grass, he found that there was new soil next to the Yuehua Grass. He didn't expect that it was taken away by Song Qinghe.

It seems that he was tricked by the Mission Hall just like them.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Song Qinghe's increasingly pale face and felt anxious. The third-level healing pill alone could not save Song Qinghe at all.

It can only delay his fall.

Yu Xiangwan felt anxious, and a trace of wood spiritual power unconsciously overflowed from his palm.

Looking at the grass below that was broken by Song Qinghe absorbing vitality and sprouting tender buds at the broken parts, Yu Xiangwan felt happy.

The hand holding Song Qinghe secretly transferred the wood spiritual power to him.

After a stick of incense.

Yu Xiangwan's complexion gradually turned pale and his spiritual power gradually dried up.

Stop transmitting spiritual power.

Seeing the girl still crying, Yu Xiangwan comforted her,

"Don't be afraid."

Only then did the girl realize that Yu Xiangwan looked unhappy.

He hurriedly asked, "Daoyou, are you also injured? Why is your face so pale?"

Yu Xiangwan: "...urgent."

Ye Zhen'an also looked at Yu Xiangwan. He knew clearly that Yu Xiangwan was not injured and his face was rosy when he met Song Qinghe.

His gaze lingered obscurely on Yu Xiangwan's hand that was holding Song Qinghe.

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Seeing Ye Zhen'an staring at his hand, his hand trembled unconsciously.

This monster, can't he give me some privacy?!

It seems that I have to carry Ye Zhen'an behind my back next time I do something.

Ye Zhen'an didn't say anything. Looking at Yu Xiangwan's guilty look, he fed him a soul-restoring pill.

The touch was warm and soft, and it separated immediately. Ye Zhen'an lowered his eyes secretly and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the girl who seemed ignorant of the world and sighed in his heart. It was okay, just to remind her once. After all, she had just cared about him.

"Next time, don't ask others for help without permission. People are treacherous."

The girl's face choked, and then she said hesitantly, "Thank you, fellow Daoist... I think you are good people."

After taking the Huiling Pill, the spiritual power in his body slowly recovered. Yu Xiangwan smiled when he heard this and said no more.

"My senior brother and I are also disciples of the Fuyao Sect."

The two of them, one is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and the other is at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Their cultivation is not high, and one of them is injured. If it were just the two of them, they might have an accident on the road.

"Let's go back to the sect together."

Save people to the end.

The girl looked at Yu Xiangwan in surprise, then at Ye Zhenan.

"We are disciples of Yu Jianfeng. My name is Ye Zhenan."

"Yu Xiangwan."

The girl finally came to her senses and looked at the two of them happily.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhen'an and Senior Brother Xiang'an!"

The girl looked at Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan with shining eyes. Senior Brother Zhenan was dressed in red, and looked bright and flamboyant, but he didn't like to smile. Senior Brother Xiangwan was cold and aloof, but people didn't feel that there was much distance between them.

The two of them were indeed as talented and outstanding as the rumors said.

"I am an inner disciple of Danfeng. My name is Lin Yan."

"The cranes in the forest are accustomed to hearing the Xinqing dance, and the phoenixes in the smoke are mistaken for the flying jade platforms. What a good name."