Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 278 Biyao: I want to go (ask for monthly ticket)

The ice-blue bellyband threw a graceful arc in the air, and two mounded water lilies stretched out slowly and fell into Zhang Kuang's hands. But he saw his nose tip slightly raised, as if he was leaning on the railing and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose. Although Zhang Kuang was in a good mood, he still shouted "take off the armor". His black hair danced wildly like dark clouds covering the moon, and his eyes were like bees collecting honey, wanting to penetrate into the flower buds. His aggressive aura made people dare not refuse.

Hearing the sound coming from next door, Bi Yao pursed her lips into a thin layer, bent her legs and sat on the bed, looking at You Ji who was wearing a black skirt that covered her thighs and barely covered a section of her black stockings, and could not help but say:

"Aunt You, why are you still dressing up? Isn't this a bargain for that guy?"

You Ji licked her red lips lightly with her red nail polish, applying it with her fingers to the right shade. A hint of shame flashed across her eyes, but the face reflected in the bronze mirror was full of joy. She said:

"Living under someone else's roof, one naturally clings to the strongest tree like a vine. Without support, one is like a tree without roots, like duckweed floating on the water. Sooner or later, the last bit of interest one has will be worn away, and one will end up like a flower blown away by the wind."

"That doesn't mean he's being so flattering, does it?" Bi Yao's eyes flickered, and she said with a hint of resignation, "He didn't even bother to come to our side first, which shows that he only treats us as dispensable entertainment."

"pastime?"

The nine-tailed white fox nestled in the corner twitched its tail lazily, its eyes half-flirting as if flirting with him. It grinned and chuckled softly, "Whose pastime can be so pampered outside for almost a month?"

Upon hearing this, Bi Yao's small, milky white face instantly turned red as the sunset glow, and her eyes were so watery that they were almost tearing. However, she still managed to speak, "Maybe it's because people get tired of the old and love the new. Look, now they won't even come!"

Bi Yao was full of resentment as she spoke. There was a trace of the remnant soul of an older sister who looked 80% similar to her, but more mature and intellectual. It floated out from the sachet on her waist, and it was like smoking a cigarette, which completely smoked out the sour resentment. Her dull eyes became a little more lively, but her body was still weak and she had not fully recovered her consciousness. She just touched Bi Yao's face blankly and smiled gently.

This remnant soul is Xiaochi.

It was originally thin and about to dissipate, but it was accidentally contaminated by the Yang energy replenished by the reformed Bi Yao, and was saved from the desperate situation of dissipating. During that month, it received a lot of emotions from Bi Yao, and with sufficient Yang energy, it recovered to its current level.

This is also the reason why Bi Yao gradually turned into resentment from her initial resistance and disgust - what she wanted was not arrogance, but the hope of Xiao Chi's complete resurrection.

Xiaobai didn't say anything when he saw this scene. He just lay on the ground listlessly, with his nine tails curled up to cover his face. He snored in a shrill voice, as if he was asleep, but also like he was sobbing.

Zhou Xiaohong looked at the candied haws in her hand, then at Xiaobai who seemed to be sobbing. After hesitating for a moment, a hint of reluctance appeared on her face. However, she still handed the candied haws to Xiaobai's mouth and said in a soft voice, "Hey, Sister Fox, Xiaohong's candied haws is for you to eat. Don't cry, okay? If you cry, Xiaohong will feel like crying too..."

"Why are you still crying?"

Before the madman Zhang arrived, his voice had already entered.

The shrill voice suddenly disappeared and turned into a woman's charming laughter: "Who is crying? Who is crying?"

Zhang Kuang walked into the room, his eyes sweeping over the people inside. He saw You Ji rise gracefully, her black miniskirt intricately patterned and mysterious, outlining her graceful figure. The thin veil at the end of the skirt couldn't hide her snow-white skin. Sexy black stockings drew seductive curves around her legs. A faint smile on her beautiful face brought out her charm to the fullest, and her whole person had a sweet feeling of being covered in honey.

Bi Yao was originally sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs bent. When Xiao Chi came out, a pair of smooth calves and rosy white feet hung down on the edge of the bed, swaying slowly, looking somewhat happy. But as Zhang Kuang's voice sounded, she put away her legs, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and spread her short skirt wide open.

Although she crossed her arms in front of her chest, turned her head away and pursed her lips as if she was sulking, her posture made it possible for people to see into her heart.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether he was really angry or just playing hard to get.

Judging from the height, Zhou Xiaohong should be able to buy at the bottom, but the little girl's eyes are full of Xiaobai's smug and coquettish face. This enchanting beauty doesn't look like she is about to cry at all. When she stands up, she transforms into a beautiful queen with white hair, white clothes, and long white legs. Her face is as charming as a lotus, and her figure is tall like a jade. If it weren't for the string of candied haws in her mouth that added a bit of cuteness, people would worry that she would fly away in the air the next moment.

It's not just smiles that transfer, it's also tears.

Zhou Xiaohong was smart and knew that she had fallen into Xiaobai's hateful trick again. She felt pity for him and lost her candied haws.

Xiaobai had no shame at all. He slowly took the last sugar-coated hawthorn and put it on his lips. His tongue rolled lightly, and the hawthorn rose and fell on the tip of his tongue like a lion dance ball. Seeing this, Zhou Xiaohong no longer had the heart to cry. She stared at the hawthorn intently and almost clapped her hands in joy.

Beautiful, love watching it!
When Bi Yao saw that Zhang Kuang was also staring at Xiao Bai intently, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, her red lips tightly closed, and her red lips slightly opened. The negative emotions were so strong that Xiao Chi took a deep breath, and a blush rose on her face. She floated to Zhang Kuang's side in a daze as if she was drunk.

Zhang Kuang had no mercy on the woman and just grabbed Xiao Chi with his big hands, then put her into the Hehuan Bell that Bi Yao wore around her neck. Fortunately, this artifact of the Hehuan Sect also had the function of storing souls, so he kept it, which allowed Xiao Chi's soul to have a place to rely on and grow stronger.

"Why are you so rude!" Bi Yao was heartbroken when she saw Xiao Chi being treated like this. Her misty eyes were full of blame, and then she was picked up by Zhang Kuang.

"Come out with me later." Zhang Kuang's voice was gentle, not as simple and rough as his actions, but just as direct.

Bi Yao bit her lips tightly, hugged Zhang Kuang's neck tightly with both arms, pressed her face against his chest and groaned, "No!"

Zhang Kuang said "Oh" to You Ji, then said to Xiao Bai: "Keep going, don't drop it", and then turned to Bi Yao and said:

"There are ghosts in the outside world, and there might be ghost cultivation techniques. Even if there aren't any, there must be soul-nourishing trees. If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"Go! Who said I won't go!" Bi Yao immediately turned her back on Zhang Kuang and said with sparkling eyes, staring at his half-smiled face without blinking.

"I know I was wrong~~I still want to go~~"

(End of this chapter)