Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Bai Yu's body had long been immune to cold and heat, but he still rubbed his hands out of habit and blew a breath of hot air into his palms. It was not because he felt cold, but it was a habit. It was like when the temperature was below zero in winter, he would always blow out two breaths of white mist into the cold air, and when he saw glass, he would blow on it to leave water vapor.

Then, he saw Huang Qixia running up to him in three small steps and holding up his hands. Because her palms were in good shape but not too big and couldn't completely cover him, she injected a stream of true energy into them. A little light appeared in the palms of her hands, as if a flashlight was hidden, and warm light overflowed from between her fingers.

She took off her mask and blew some warm air gently onto the two pairs of hands.

This subtle little action may seem ordinary, but it can easily break a man's defenses.

After all, most men are too concerned about their reputation to care about their appearance. They pretend to be men who don't shed tears easily in public, but they may become gentle and obedient due to a few small concerns... The powerful men who fight against the sky and the earth outside, when they return home and see their wives, will immediately become gentle and well-behaved when a pair of soft hands gently adjust their collar.

Bai Yu was distracted for a second and was unable to pull his hand back, but he felt inexplicably complicated.

In fact, he had no covetous thoughts about Huang Qixia, but the other party didn't seem to think so.

The road to escape was more like a self-driving tour. Bai Yu was quietly sorting out his feelings along the way. He looked at a mobile food truck on the side of the road and asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

The river view here is nice, there is a lot of traffic, and there is even a pedestrian street to match the river view.

It was getting dark, and the sun was setting over the Yellow River.

Bai Yu bought two hot drinks and two fried meat patties.

The two of them found a bench by the river and sat down. Huang Qixia held the cup with both hands and took a sip of the milk tea, feeling the fragrance of milk, sugar, and fruit between her lips and teeth. She gently opened her lips and said, "It tastes good."

"Eight yuan for milk tea and thirty-eight yuan for coffee... maybe the former tastes better." Bai Yu leaned on the bench, looking at the eternal scenery of the Yellow River flowing in the clear water and the setting sun and flying wild geese, and sighed in relief: "Just for this scenery, I feel that the trip is not in vain."

Huang Qixia bit the straw and tilted her head: "Yes, it's beautiful."

Bai Yu's sitting posture was not elegant. He rested his hands on the back of the bench, crossed his legs, tapped his toes lightly, and raised his chin slightly, as if looking at the sky, but his eyes were actually lowered to look at the river surface that was gilded in the setting sun. His eyes sparkled with ripples against the backdrop of the sunset. He began to chatter about some stories and past events about the Yellow River, like a not-so-professional tour guide.

Huang Qixia looked at the other person quietly, and felt that the other person was more lively and vivid. The time they spent together was not long. Even if the past time was counted, they were just acquaintances and could barely be considered friends. As the time they spent together increased, she felt that she could understand the other person better. Even with her eyes closed, she could outline the other person's voice, appearance and smile from nothing. It was like this cup of milk tea. You only need to gently stir the bottom layer with a straw to taste a more chewy and sweet taste.

What is this feeling called?

She thought silently.

A bright flower tried to bloom in the clumsy and slow little head.

Bai Yu noticed her gaze, turned his head, and asked with a smile: "Why are you looking at me like that? If you don't finish it, the milk tea will get cold."

He could naturally notice that Huang Qixia's eyes were gradually moving towards those familiar eyes to him, like the look in Elise's eyes when she listened to him talking, and like the look in Su Ruoli's eyes when she was helping him in the kitchen.

Huang Qixia looked at the drink in his hand: "I want to taste the taste of the drink in your hand."

Having said that, without waiting for Bai Yu to agree or react, she lowered her head, gently bit the straw, and held it in her mouth, leaving a faint lip mark on it.

But she always has a plain face.

Bai Yu looked at the red lip print on the straw, then shifted his gaze to the other person's lips, and only then realized that her cherry-colored lips were brighter and more moist than ever.

"It's a bit sour..." Huang Qixia licked her lips: "It's also a bit sweet."

She shook the cup of milk tea in her hand and handed it over: "Do you want to try this?"

If Bai Yu was a pure Sigma man, he should elegantly take out a handkerchief and wipe the straw clean, or simply pull it out and replace it with a new one.

But he is not.

When faced with sweets being handed to your mouth, no one can resist taking a lick.

Especially... this was Huang Qixia's proactive behavior.

Her eyes and movements were so cautious, with a hint of bold flattery and temptation. Once rejected, she would shrink back like a mimosa, folding her leaves, and not overstep the line for a while.

Can't refuse even a little bit.

Bai Yu opened his mouth. He didn't have any other ideas, but he was really curious about the taste of milk tea.

Curious to the point where my heart beat faster.

Just then, a low 'oops' was heard.

Bai Yu stopped moving. He could hear where the voice came from and could tell that the person who spoke was right behind him.

There are a lot of people here, but this sound didn't seem noisy, but rather harsh, like a deliberate reminder, or like dissatisfaction with the two people violating public order and good morals in public.

He turned around and saw a figure standing at the aisle entrance.

From Bai Yu's perspective, the other person just had his back to the sunset and the Yellow River.

The beautiful woman was wearing a one-piece long dress with a black background and embroidered butterfly patterns, exposing her back and arms. It was a sleeveless style with a lavender shawl on her shoulders. Even her lipstick was a specially chosen dark purple, and she had purple eyeshadow on the corners of her eyes. She was tall, almost 1.9 meters, and she gave off a strong royal sister vibe just standing there.

On another bench behind the woman, there was an old man sitting. Although he was quite old, he did not look frail at all. He had his hands crossed on a bent cane and his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for something.

Although he realized that he would be found sooner or later, Bai Yu was still a little surprised when he was actually found.

"Meet the Flower Saint and the Sword Saint."

"What winds have brought you to the Yellow River?"

Chapter 825 No One Can Take Him Away from Me

The second saint of the Martial Saint Pavilion.

The flower saint Hua shed tears; the sword saint Huo Qiu Shui.

These were all Bai Yu's acquaintances, after all, he had met them before.

Daxia is in the East, and the political wisdom that has been passed down in the East can never avoid the words of infighting and party struggles... This can be said to be a bad habit, but it can also be said to be a way to maintain internal competition and keep it vibrant.

As bad as the Donglin Party in the late Ming Dynasty.

Even in today's Daxia, there are different positions and parties in the canonization of saints.

The largest canonization faction in Daxia is the Martial Saint Pavilion, which is composed of four Martial Saints.

Although the canonization does not interfere with the operation of the Ten Departments of Daxia on the surface, the Martial Saint Pavilion has always been the highest decision-making body of the Divine Martial Department. Without the approval of the Martial Saint Pavilion, many things cannot be carried out.

Bai Yu broke up the Sixiang Hall and established the Shen Ce Mansion without the consent of the Wusheng Pavilion. This was because he established a special agency to supervise all levels of the Shenwu Department, and obtained permission directly from Zhonghu, thus skipping the decision of the Wusheng Pavilion.

Among the ten departments of Daxia, the Shenwu Department is of great importance, and it can directly exert influence on the group of extraordinary people.

Therefore, the existence of the Martial Saint Pavilion can be fully understood as the ruling party of Daxia in the supernatural world.

Naturally, the Martial Saints are not so obsessed with power, but are more focused on improving their realm. Usually, most of the power of the Martial Saint Pavilion will be delegated to the disciples directly taught by the Martial Saint Pavilion. This has led to the formation of nepotism among the disciples of the Martial Saints, and the longer a Martial Saint lives, the deeper the nepotism he brings.

This is the fundamental reason why Bai Yu established the Shen Ce Mansion to check and balance the Wu Sheng Pavilion.

In other words, what Bai Yu wants to check and balance is not the Wusheng Pavilion, but the chain of interests extending from the Wusheng Pavilion. Since the saints are unable to make up their minds to cut it off, they can only create a new system and let themselves be the bad guy.

I said all of the above to prove a point.

That is - Bai Yu, as the Lord of Shen Ce Palace, is a high-ranking official of Shen Wu Si. In theory, he is directly under the jurisdiction of Zhonghu and is on the same level as Wu Sheng Pavilion... but in reality, he is regarded as a faction of Wu Sheng Pavilion.

Thinking about it this way, the arrival of Hua Jianlei and Huo Qiu Shui is not surprising.

"I was thinking about what to say when we met, but I didn't expect..."

Hua Jianlei's appearance at this time is not that of a loli, but a tall mature woman. She looks pure and lustful, tall and proud, giving people a strong desire to conquer.

She pulled her sunglasses down her nose slightly, bent down and glanced at the two of them: "Are you really in love?"

"Ahem." Bai Yu coughed, "That's not the case."

"Really? But the way she looks at you is so sexy." Hua Jianlei put her hands on her waist and said in amazement: "Wearing couple outfits, sitting on the same chair, and feeding each other drinks... This is not considered a relationship. Are you playing a love brain war?"

"Do you have time to care about my love life?"

"No, I don't care about these things, nor do I really care what will happen if you mess up your balls by playing with multiple boats." Hua Jianlei pushed up her sunglasses: "I just came here to solve a problem that may arise in the future."

Huang Qixia asked, "Are you here to deal with me?"

"No, I'm not interested in your head." Hua Jianlei pointed her finger at Bai Yu: "I'm here to take him back, you shouldn't..."

The word "mind" was not uttered.

Huang Qixia had already stood up, with a true red flame shining deep in her eyes, releasing an astonishing force.

"Well, it seems that you mind it." Hua Jianlei tapped her lips with her finger: "Do you think that this elder sister of mine has disturbed your date and snatched away the person you like?"

"No one can take him away from me." Huang Qixia repeated word by word: "No one."

"Heh..." Hua Jianlei was amused by this and laughed out loud: "Interesting joke."

The next moment, a saintly-level pressure descended from the sky. The entire riverside pedestrian street was deserted of pedestrians. The huge sense of oppression made the grass and trees bow their heads, and cracks appeared in the cement where the seats touched the ground.

What a strong spiritual pressure, this level seems to be on the same level as that of the Mad Owl... As expected, the rankings outside the top three of the top ten and the ten fiercest are not related to strength.

"Huang Qixia, you are in a difficult situation now, so stop teasing me... You should think about how to survive the Archer instead of competing with my lovely little apprentice for a man."

The Flower Saint’s disciple is Mu Yaoxi.

Bai Yu felt that the appearance of the two canonized saints here was not a coincidence, so he asked, "Did Mu Yaoxi invite you here?"

“We came to the same conclusion.”

Sitting on the chair, Huo Qiu Shui, who had his eyes closed, opened them. It is said that he looks very old... His oldness is not the kind of withered and decayed oldness, but the kind of oldness that becomes stronger with age. With both hands on the curved cane, he does not show any signs of being old at all. Just his pair of eyes are so sharp that people dare not look into his eyes.

"If you continue to stay with Huang Qixia, you will die."

"And you can't die. If you die it will be a huge loss."

"So we judged that you should be taken back to the capital."

Bai Yu crossed his arms and said, "So your decision is to ensure my safety and ignore Huang Qixia?"

"Her life is her own. Huang Qixia does not belong to any faction, so naturally no one will protect her safety." Huo Qiu Shui said indifferently.

"I can resign." Bai Yu said calmly, "I don't have to be the Lord of Shen Ce Mansion."

"...childish!" The curved crutch in Huo Qiu Shui's hand sank five centimeters into the ground.

"Whether you resign or not is not important. What is important is that you are now highly connected to the Shen Ce Mansion, and you are also regarded as an important publicity target. You now have a pivotal position in Da Xia, and your influence can no longer be diluted."

Hua Jianlei took out a ladies' cigarette from somewhere and clamped it between her index and middle fingers, then handed it to Bai Yu, asking for a light.

Huang Qixia glanced at the cigarette and puffed it... The cigarette was lit, and a faint aroma of tobacco lingered around.

"Also, if the opponent is an ordinary enemy, we would be willing to do you a favor, but this time the opponent is not something you and I can handle." Hua Jianlei took a puff of the cigarette, leaving a purple lipstick mark on the filter: "Think like an adult, okay? Xiao Yujing... now is not the time to be willful."

"I never felt that I was willful or reckless." Bai Yu's tone gradually became low. He didn't like the feeling of being taught a lesson like a student. "I am responsible for my own safety and no one else is involved. I want to protect the people I care about. Do you call this willful?"

"Not considering the responsibilities you shoulder and the positions you take, squandering your life, this is called willfulness!" Huo Qiushui said coldly: "You are not Bai Yu, you are the pride of Da Xia, the Lord of Shen Ce Mansion, Bai Yujing!"

"What a joke." Bai Yu sneered, "Are you starting to use moral blackmail? I know how much effort I have put into the Shen Ce Mansion. Now you are talking about obligations and responsibilities... Has Ren Nanbei and Tai Lingding had this experience?"

Hua Jianlei said with a headache: "It is because they are all unreliable that the Martial Saint Pavilion hopes that you can be the leader of the younger generation..."

"I'm not that type of person." Bai Yu decisively refused: "I'm a lawless person. I'll expose all problems to you."

"But you are still the most suitable one." Hua Jianlei said, "Even if you don't want to bear these responsibilities, you still have to consider your family and friends... Now that the Shen Ce Mansion knows that you are in danger, what do you think Su Ruoli, Tai Lingding, Mu Yaoxi, Ruan Qingxue and others will think? They hope that you can return safely more than anyone else."

"A few days ago, when the news of your disappearance in the middle of winter in the west came, the entire Shen Ce Mansion was devastated."

"Bai Yu, don't underestimate yourself. Your life is very important to many people."

Faced with this sudden gentle tone, Bai Yu's tough attitude softened a little.

As we all know, he always responds to soft tactics rather than hard ones.

"I'm not going to die." Bai Yu stated the facts: "The battle at Phoenix Terrace a few days ago wasn't enough to prove that I have the ability to protect myself? King Xiling even sent me to the ICU."

Huo Qiushui said calmly: "You can stop one of the Ten Evils and the Ten Strong, but can you stop more? Do you think you are a saint?"

Bai Yu said firmly: "I think I am."

Huo Qiu Shui remained silent, but the crutch in his hand sank a few centimeters again.

“Before coming here, we went to Zhonghu.”

"The guy at Zhonghu said that he has reserved a room for you. You can stay there anytime."

Bai Yu's heart skipped a beat, as the words of the cheongsam queen were always binding.

This sentence sounded like a blessing, but he soon realized that something was wrong.

He repeated, "One?"

"one!"

"..."

In other words, there is no place for Huang Qixia.

The subtext is clear: if the Black Evil Archer wants to retaliate against himself, the one in Zhonghu can stop him, but this does not include Huang Qixia's life safety.

"I appreciate your kindness." Bai Yu clasped his fists in thanks: "But I can't use it for the time being."