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

As soon as Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an entered the flower room, they saw a young man standing outside the door.

I saw that his face was pale, as if he had not recovered from a serious injury. He stood there hesitantly, wanting to go forward and knock on the door but not daring to, looking particularly weak and helpless.

This petal door has its own formation. One can clearly see outside from the inside, but one cannot see anything inside from the outside.

Ye Zhen'an noticed him, walked out and looked at the young man with a cold expression.

"Is something wrong?"

When Shen Ling saw someone coming out, before she could feel happy, she saw the beautiful woman in red with a cold face and a cold voice.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured on him, extinguishing the fire in his heart, and he muttered back.

"Sorry, hit..."

Before he could finish his words, another young man in red came out. He had delicate features and a cold and gentle expression.

He just whispered to the cold man.

"Brother, please don't scare this fellow Taoist."

After Yu Xiangwan finished speaking, he looked at Shen Ling again. His voice was still cold, but it made people feel peaceful.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in first."

Then he pulled Ye Zhen'an in first and opened the restriction at the door.

After the three of them sat down, Yu Xiangwan spoke.

"May I know your name, fellow Daoist? Is there something you need from us?"

Shen Ling felt a little embarrassed, but remembering how difficult it was to get in, he still spoke.

"I am Shen Ling from the Yunshang Sect. I came here to ask you two fellow Taoists when you will leave. I want to keep you company."

Ye Zhen'an frowned when he heard this. Apart from Yu Xiangwan, he didn't want to travel with any stranger.

So he politely declined.

"Willn't someone take us away from the Wanhua Brewing Garden?"

After saying that, he felt that his refusal might not be obvious enough, so he added.

"Besides, the Fuyao Sect and the Yunshang Sect are on different paths."

Shen Ling: “…”

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Isn't this a blatant lie?

Even though the Yunshang Sect and the Fuyao Sect are far apart, at least the three of them were on the same journey before leaving this far north.

Shen Ling always felt a little scared of Ye Zhen'an. Although he was good-looking, he always had a cold face and kept people at a distance.

Yu Xiangwan could see that Shen Ling was seriously injured when he came in.

If he didn't have the healing power of the wood spirit body, he wouldn't be able to jump around like nothing happened now, and he might end up like Shen Ling.

So he secretly sent a message to Ye Zhen'an and discussed the matter in a friendly manner.

"Brother, he looks pitiful, why don't we go together?"

Seeing that Ye Zhen'an was hesitant, Yu Xiangwan told him his thoughts.

"He is seriously injured now. If you are worried, we should be on guard against him on the way."

Ye Zhen'an remained indifferent, and Yu Xiangwan didn't want to criticize Ye Zhen'an because of others, so he spoke again.

"If Senior Brother still doesn't want to go the same way with him, then should I reject him?"

Yu Xiangwan was about to open his mouth to explicitly reject Shen Ling's invitation to go with him when he heard a cold voice in his ears.

"Then let's go together."

Shen Ling didn't know why this fellow Taoist suddenly changed his mind, but it didn't stop him from being happy.

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoists. I'd like to know your names, fellow Daoists?"

Yu Xiangwan was a little surprised to see Shen Ling suddenly become like the sun.

It seems that Ye Zhen'an's coldness has suppressed his friendly and passionate nature.

"Yu Xiangwan of the Fuyao Sect."

"Ye Zhenan."

Shen Ling followed suit and said happily.

"Meet Fellow Daoist Ye and Fellow Daoist Yu."

Yu Xiangwan greeted him softly.

"Fellow Daoist Shen."

Yu Xiangwan was a little confused when he saw that Ye Zhen'an obviously didn't want to chat, but didn't leave to go back to his room.

However, Shen Ling was tactful enough to chat with Yu Xiangwan for a few words and agree on a time to leave, then left with a look in his eyes.

It was only at this time that Yu Xiangwan understood why Shen Ling insisted on going the same way with them.

It turns out that when Fengqing Garden said to send people out, it just meant to send people to the Fengqing tree outside.

If they want to go out, they will inevitably pass through the Wangu Garden of Tumidie and the man-eating tomb of Gu Diao.

If the Gu Diao and Tu Midie were still there, the three of them would be trapped in the demon's mouth again if they went out.

However, after Yu Xiangwan told Shen Ling that Gu Diao and Tu Midie were dead, Shen Ling was obviously much more relaxed.

The next day.

Yu Xiangwan stood up and changed into his own indigo clothes, and performed a cleaning spell on the red robe that belonged to Ye Zhenan.

He was hesitant about what to do with the red robe he had worn.

Just return it to Ye Zhen'an, he has already worn it.

It’s not good not to return it.

He was just about to put the red robe away and buy a new one to return to Ye Zhenanshi after returning.

Ye Zhen'an came in and saw Yu Xiang'an staring at the tangled robe, so he naturally stepped forward to take it and wanted to put it in the storage ring.

Yu Xiangwan hurriedly said when he saw this.

"Hey, brother, have I worn this?!"

"I'll start over again after I get back..."

Before Yu Xiangwan finished speaking, Ye Zhen'an moved slowly and put the clothes into the storage ring.

"No problem, I don't mind."

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Fine.

It’s not like he wants to wear clothes that have been worn by others.

A moment later, a disciple from Fengqing Garden brought the Wanhua Wine.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the three full pots of Wanhua Wine in palm-sized flower bud-shaped bottles in front of him, and was a little surprised at Fengqingyuan's generosity.

"Didn't they say that you can't ask for more than one pot of Wanhua Brew each time?"

The disciple who came to deliver the Wanhua wine replied.

"This is a gift from our gardener. Each of you two Taoist friends has one pot."

As the saying goes, there is no reward without merit. How can such a good thing fall from the sky?

It was given to him and Ye Zhen'an separately.

Moreover, when he met the woman in white gauze yesterday, they didn't even exchange a single word before the woman left.

Moreover, the gardener did not act as if he was close to them.

The disciple was also shocked when he first heard that the gardener was going to give out two extra pots of Wanhua Wine.

After all, although the Wanhua Wine in their Fengqing Garden is available to the outside world for free, no one has ever been able to ask for an extra pot from the gardener, let alone have the gardener personally deliver it to them.

"Master Gardener has a long history with your Master, so please accept these two Daoists. Our Master Gardener has designated the round-mouthed bottle for Daoist Ye, and the square-patterned one for Daoist Yu."

"But our gardener has also instructed that if you two fellow Taoists really don't want any, you can just take the pot that's yours."

After all, each pot of Wanhua Wine is brewed by the gardener himself, and only ten pots are produced in a thousand years.

However, many monks who came to look for Wanhua Wine were killed by the Gu Diao and Tumidie, so over the past thousands of years, only a dozen pots of Wanhua Wine have been successfully delivered.

After the Fengqing Garden disciple delivered the message and the Wanhua Wine, he left.

Seeing that the disciple had specifically designated which pot was for Ye Zhen'an and which was for him, both of them were a little puzzled, but they felt relieved when they thought that some powerful people had some strange habits.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an thought of what the disciple had just said. When they heard that Master Feng Qingyuan had a past relationship with their master, they looked at each other in surprise.

Even Ye Zhen'an, who was aloof and cold, found it hard to believe when he thought of his master's cold and expressionless face.

Yu Xiangwan, who had been poisoned by all kinds of melodramatic soap operas in his previous life, instantly thought of ten thousand scenarios of unrequited love.

However, although the master has a blank expression, never smiles, and is a bit cold, and his face is as cold as the snow on the mountain, it is indeed easy to attract female cultivators.

But the master hasn't left the Fuyao Sect for ten thousand years, and it was only when Yu Xiangwan was in seclusion last time that he received the news that he had come down the mountain.

If they were old friends, then this gardener of Fengqing Garden must have lived for at least a thousand years.

Yu Xiangwan sighed.

If this Feng Qing Yuan Yuan Master is attracted to his master, then she has fallen in love with the wrong person.

Because their master seemed to have no romantic feelings and was always cold and indifferent. No one had ever seen anyone who could touch his silent heartstrings.