Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Her hair was disheveled, her pillow was stained with deep marks; in a moment of pleasure, she forgot the dust of the world.

After all that fuss, the curtains were half-drawn, and the lingering warmth of the candlelight spread around the bed.

Xie Xiaoyi lay on his side, propping himself up on his arm, his fingertips gently stroking Mei Hua Yao Yao's hair, his fingertips caressing her soft hair.

After she straightened her clothes and sat up, he suddenly reached out, pinched her chin, and gently shook it, his tone full of self-mockery:

"Why do I feel like I lost the bet even though I clearly won?"

Mei Hua Yao Yao tilted her head and broke free, her peach blossom eyes curving into a sly smile: "This is what you call winning temporarily while I plan for overall victory."

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. "I'd like to hear your explanation for this overall victory."

Mei Hua Yao Yao raised her hand to tidy her slightly disheveled hair: "I won because you, the winner, have become the loser."

Xie Xiaoyi was amused by her, his roguish glint in his eyes intensifying, and he was about to speak...

Suddenly, "Clang—clang—clang—"

Three muffled gong sounds came from outside the inn, marking the third watch of the night!

The third watch gong sounds, the time has come!

The fortune teller's comments are here again!

As soon as the gong sounded, Xie Xiaoyi's expression changed drastically, and his smiling face instantly tightened.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and the evil energy within him surged uncontrollably, his meridians felt like they were being scorched by fire, and his blood and qi were churning violently.

not good!

My inner demons have struck again!

Xie Xiaoyi rolled out of bed, grabbed his clothes and dressed hastily, then slung his bag over his shoulder and prepared to leave Mei Hua Yao Yao behind, stepping out the window.

But when his peripheral vision suddenly swept over her slender figure, the last bit of reason in his heart was instantly devoured by the lustful fire.

Before Mei Hua Yao Yao could react, Xie Xiao Yi suddenly leaped forward, wrapped his long arms around her and held her tightly in his embrace. He then lightly touched the windowpane with his toes and carried her out of the window.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mei Hua Yao Yao froze in shock, her fingers instinctively gripping his collar. When she looked up and met his eyes, she was utterly terrified.

The eyes of those two, which had been filled with a roguish smile just moments before, were now bloodshot, like caged beasts breaking free of their shackles. Their terrifying ferocity made her afraid to meet their gaze, and her hands and feet instantly turned cold.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't stop running. He carried her up the mountain road outside the city and ran for more than ten miles in one breath.

The evil energy within him surged even more fiercely, and his grip on Mei Hua Yao Yao tightened, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Mei Hua Yao Yao was both shocked and frightened. Her body was locked tightly, and she could only twist and struggle desperately.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become like this? Let go of me! Help! Is anyone there?!"

The struggle left Xie Xiaoyi's mind completely muddled. He loosened his grip and slammed her into the weeds by the roadside.

Mei Hua Yao Yao staggered to her feet, the dull pain in her waist and abdomen still lingering, when she met his face, which was filled with evil intent, completely different from his previous gentleness.

"Please don't do this... I'm scared..." Her voice trembled, choked with sobs.

Xie Xiaoyi was filled with evil energy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped her clothes tightly with his five fingers like claws, pulling them upwards sharply!

With a tearing sound, the brocade robe was ripped in half, exposing the skin of her shoulders to the night wind. Mei Hua Yao Yao was terrified: "Help! Help...help!"

The cries for help echoed on the deserted mountain path. Xie Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he was about to step forward when suddenly a domineering sword aura struck from above, its sharp intent aimed directly at his face.

He couldn't care less about restraining Mei Hua Yao Yao. After letting go, he quickly retreated several feet, touching the ground with his toes to steady himself.

Almost simultaneously, a streak of shimmering white sword energy ripped through the night with a "whoosh," striking precisely the spot where he had just landed.

With a loud "boom," a trench half a foot deep was blasted open, barely separating him and Plum Blossom Yaoyao on either side.

Mei Hua Yao Yao huddled in the grass, one hand covering her torn clothes, the other supporting her on the ground, trembling with fear and gasping for breath.

Xie Xiaoyi's body surged with malevolent energy, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind. He threw his head back and roared, "Which bastard dares to ruin my good time?!"

Before the words were finished, a golden light swept across the sky at the end of the mountain path, and the strong wind from the flapping of wings made the leaves rustle.

A gilded phoenix flapped its wings and swooped down, its enormous shadow obscuring half the moonlight, before crashing down onto the road, its flowing feathers so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

On the phoenix's back, a female Taoist nun gracefully leaped down. Her black Taoist robe accentuated her snow-white skin, and her clear and beautiful features exuded a dignified and righteous aura.

The phoenix had barely touched the ground when it sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from Xie Xiaoyi, and its neck feathers immediately bristled.

It raised its head and let out a sharp "Hey—" screech, its claws digging at the ground, its eyes glaring at him with ferocity, as if it wanted to pounce on him and tear this evil spirit apart.

The female Taoist nun raised her hand and gently patted the phoenix's wings, her voice clear yet gentle: "Rouge, don't be impatient."

The phoenix named Rouge became much more docile after being slapped by her, but it still kept a wary eye on Xie Xiaoyi.

A low, phoenix-like cry occasionally rolled from its throat, and its wings were half-spread, protecting the female Taoist nun behind it.

The female Taoist nun frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping between Rouge Phoenix and Xie Xiaoyi, and muttered to herself:

"My Rouge Phoenix is ​​usually calm and collected, why is she so irritable today... There must be something unusual about this kid."

Having said that, she joined her index and middle fingers together, gently dabbed along the corner of her eye, and uttered a deep shout: "Heavenly Eye—Open!"

As he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and faint golden lines flowed in the depths of his eyes, as if he could pierce through the night and see through all illusions.

The surging evil aura around Xie Xiaoyi was laid bare under the Heavenly Eye, and the female Taoist's eyes sharpened, she blurted out a low shout:

"This isn't some evil spirit; it's the chaotic surge of the Ancestral Dragon's true energy! No wonder Rouge is so agitated!"

She immediately glanced at the huddled Mei Hua Yao Yao, her voice urgent: "Miss, retreat quickly! If he goes completely mad, I won't be able to protect you!"

Mei Hua Yao Yao felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She scrambled to her feet, clutching her torn clothes with both hands, and staggered as she ran wildly out of the mountain path.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he was about to give chase, but was stopped by the female Taoist nun who held her sword horizontally: "Trying to leave? You'll have to get past the sword in my hand!"

"You filthy nun, you're asking for death!" Xie Xiaoyi roared in fury, drawing her long sword, Guan Canghai, from her back.

"Sword One, Gale!" The longsword pierced straight at the female Taoist nun's face.

A single sword strike, swift as lightning, kills instantly.

The female Taoist nun dodged to the side, and just as she regained her footing, Xie Xiaoyi changed her sword technique again.

"Sword Two, Break Wood!" The sword swept horizontally, carrying a fierce force, and sliced ​​straight at her waist.

With a clang, the two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

The female Taoist nun exclaimed in surprise, took a half-step back using the momentum, and looked up to see the third sword already approaching.

"JX3, Armor Break!"

The female Taoist nun deftly flicked her wrist, deflecting the attack from Guan Canghai, a serene smile playing on her lips.

"Who are you to that 'Sword Eight' kid, Hua Youwu, the Drunken Sword Immortal?"