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Chapter 235: The Rebirth of the Big Sister Black Heart Lotus (56)

After entering the city, the two came to the most prosperous main street.

There are crowds of people here, each wearing a mask and holding a lotus lantern, preparing to go to the river to pray.

Qingyao walked forward slowly, protecting Ye Muhan from time to time to prevent his fragile 1.9-meter-tall "little body" from being bumped by other people with higher cultivation.

Ye Muhan kept pursing his lips and remained silent, but his fingers quietly grasped Qingyao's sleeves, as if he was afraid that there were too many people and he would be dispersed by them and get lost.

He is already androgynous and is now a 19-year-old young talent, but he still makes such childish little movements. His temperament is still that delicate and sensitive little boy who easily gets red in the eyes and looks aggrieved.

Qingyao knew that he was mostly acting, but she did not rule out the possibility that he was too lacking in love, which was why he longed for more and wanted her to pamper him.

Of course, it was only after the reminder from the Godly System that she realized it belatedly. Maybe, maybe... that's the case, right?

It’s not difficult to solve, just pamper her!
Compared to the little thing, who was once 30,000 years old and still chirped and acted coquettishly with her, what's wrong with being a little childish at this age that is not even a fraction of her age?
When they came to a small stall selling masks, Qingyao immediately fell in love with a black mask that looked like some kind of bird.

She bought the mask and was about to wear it herself when a pure white mask was handed to her.

"I think this one suits you better, let's switch."

Qingyao took the mask and saw the charming lotus pattern drawn with just a few strokes: ...

Good guy.

Passing the buck?
While Qingyao was looking at the mask, Ye Muhan had already put on the black mask with bird patterns.

Seeing that Qingyao hadn't put on the pure white mask yet, Ye Muhan seemed a little hesitant: "Junior Sister... don't like it?"

Hearing this, Qingyao put the mask on her face.

"No, I'm looking at what's drawn on it."

Ye Muhan dropped his cautious attitude and immediately smiled.

"It looks great on you, little sister."

As he spoke, he had already pulled Qingyao's sleeve again.

Qingyao simply let him hold her hand and kept pulling her sleeve. Who knows if he wanted to use her sleeve as a handkerchief?

Besides, her sleeves were almost deformed by him!
Ye Muhan didn't expect such an unexpected surprise, and he felt dizzy.

If Qingyao was up to no good and sold him off right now, he would probably just smile foolishly and help her count the money.

Ye Muhan's mind was blank, and he didn't know what he was imagining. Under the mask, he had a shy face as rosy as a peach, and he couldn't suppress the curve of the corners of his mouth.

After walking around and eating along the entire street, Ye Muhan came to his senses and found himself being brought to the river.

Qingyao packed some lotus lanterns and Kongming lanterns from several nearby stalls and returned to Ye Muhan, only to find that he was being harassed by someone.

She was a female cultivator in the late Jindan stage. She wore a fox mask and exposed and seductive clothes. There was a pink aura and petals falling around her, creating a romantic and ambiguous atmosphere for her.

Ye Muhan's eyes were cold and he was obviously getting impatient with the female cultivator's harassment.

When Qingyao approached, she heard the teasing words of the female cultivator. Seeing that Ye Muhan ignored her and didn't fall for her tricks, she was not angry but became even more excited.

"My dear husband, you are so unromantic. I am so sad!"

"Ouch~!"

The female cultivator spoke sadly, and her soft and boneless body leaned towards Ye Muhan cooperatively.

The exposed pair of arms wrapped around Ye Muhan like a snake, as if trying to hook his neck, or as if trying to take off his mask.

Ye Muhan stepped back in disgust, drew out the Quexie Sword with a "swish", and slashed at the shameless female cultivator without mercy.

The peak of foundation building faced the late Jindan stage and was completely crushed. The female cultivator obviously regarded his counterattack as a love affair. While easily resolving it, she flashed close to Ye Muhan and was about to get into his arms. Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis made her hair stand on end.

An ice-blue immortal sword came straight at her at an unbelievable speed. The female cultivator barely dodged it and only felt a slight pain on her neck later.

She raised her hand in shock and touched it. A touch of bright red made her pupils shrink slightly, and her seductive look faded a little. As she raised her hand, she saw the young male cultivator who had just looked at her coldly, suddenly threw himself into the arms of the petite female cultivator holding the ice-blue fairy sword like a young swallow flying into the forest... Whimpering and complaining?
Hua Yaoyao was dumbfounded!

No... She has been down the mountain for many years to gain experience. Could it be that she accidentally ran into a fellow disciple?

When did the Hehuan Sect have such a good talent? How come she didn’t know about it?

Qingyao patted Ye Muhan on the back: "Stand still."

After Ye Muhan finished his complaint, his eyes were full of grievance.

He was waiting here obediently for the return of his junior sister, but who would have thought that an inexplicable female cultivator would come straight towards him in a coquettish manner!

So disgusting!

Qingyao noticed that he was having a mysophobia attack, so she stuffed the note into his arms to divert his attention: "Think carefully about what wish you want to write, dear."

Ye Muhan decided to quit while he was ahead, so he took the note and stood aside to think carefully.

Qingyao once again looked at the female Jindan cultivator who had no intention of leaving, and said in a slightly cold voice: "I gave you a chance, but it seems you didn't cherish it."

Hua Yaoyao came back to her senses, frowned and looked at Ye Muhan, confirming that he was full of swordsmanship and was definitely not from the same sect.

She looked at Qingyao again, who was just a young junior in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage.

She is old enough to be considered an ancestor. How could she be willing to swallow her anger and be taught a lesson by a little kid?
Besides, there is no handsome man she cannot get if she likes him!
She is in the late Jindan stage and only needs this furnace to break through to the Yuanying stage. Why should she give up just because of a sneak attack and fear from someone?

Hua Yaoyao once again smiled an ambiguous and revealing sweet smile: "Hey, where did this little girl come from? She is trying to steal my love? I can make him feel like he is in heaven and I can do all the tricks he can and can't think of. Can you do it?"

Qingyao made a sword flower, and the spiritual power under her feet suddenly burst out: "I can let you experience all the ways you can think of and even can't think of to die, and send you to the west!"

Hua Yaoyao giggled and didn't take Qingyao's words seriously at all.

With a graceful move, a red feather fan fell into her hand.

One fan, two fans, all of them are fanning the flames, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and falsehood.

Then goose.

The imagined scene of Qingyao being trapped inside and randomly burned by Samadhi True Fire, Dan Fire, and Yu Fire did not appear.

Hua Yaoyao didn't expect that this female cultivator who suddenly appeared not only had a body as beautiful as ice, but also had an ice-type spiritual root!

She is so unlucky!

Her Hehuan Fire Gathering Formation was easily broken by the sword intent that was so fast that it left an afterimage and exploded like a snowstorm on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, one sword after another with dazzling sword intent attacked her.

Just as the female cultivator said, let her experience all kinds of deaths she could imagine and could not imagine... She was frozen in place by the boundless cold, and was horrified to experience being stabbed in the vitals by sword after sword, but not being killed because the swords were too fast, and she couldn't even utter a scream.

Until thousands of swords pierce the heart, thousands of knives cut into pieces, flesh and bones separated, bones crushed and ashes scattered...

When her green soul left her body and escaped, how could her physical body still exist?

But before her soul could escape more than three feet, it was struck by a blue-purple sword intent, and the hissing lightning swallowed up her last bit of consciousness.

Hua Yaoyao couldn't believe it. After three hundred years of cultivating the immortal world, she had actually fallen into trouble at the hands of two young sword cultivators in their twenties!
Qingyao cast a few Dust Removal Techniques, and the last bit of uncomfortable aura disappeared completely.

The next moment, the clingy bird thought it was a young swallow and threw itself into her arms again: "Little Senior Sister, I'm so scared. Please don't leave me behind in the future, okay?"

(End of this chapter)