I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

She pulled the mask up, with the bottom edge touching the tip of her nose, revealing her fair, small chin and her unpainted cherry-colored lips.

“Hah…”

The silver spoon was put into the cherry-like mouth, and the pink lips licked the spoon, leaving a crystal line of the girl's saliva.

……

Yan Mobai silently looked at the girl in front of him who was eating a smoothie with great interest.

It is indeed her...

Just looking at this half face was enough for him to confirm that the guy in front of him was Yi Niaoniao, the leader of Yaoguang Sect.

He sighed inwardly that the peaceful days he had finally gotten were now unavailable.

After climbing over a mountain, I thought there would finally be a smooth road ahead, but in the blink of an eye, I found another mountain looming before me, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

With a spiritual cultivator by her side, her fate was once again in her hands.

In the past, Qian Qiuxue had to resolve the poison herself so that the two of them could live in peace.

Now that Yi Niaoniao is still hesitating to take action, what is she trying to achieve?

He didn't know if there was anything else on him that Yi Niaoniao could use, but since the other party hadn't made any move yet, he thought there must be something.

Yan Mobai was not worried about himself. He had been to the highest places and had woken up from his most ambitious dreams. Now, apart from wanting to protect Li Yulo, he had no other plans for the rest of his life.

A leaf of duckweed floating on the river is bound to be swept into the turbulent current.

As long as Li Yuluo can be protected, I can give her anything she wants.

But he didn't understand why Yi Niaoniao had to wear a mask to conceal her identity and now she was eating with half of her face exposed.

Do you think you won't be able to recognize her this way?

This woman is the leader of a sect after all, she shouldn't be so stupid.

Yan Mobai quickly denied this speculation.

Then, she could have done it on purpose... It was a demonstration and a provocation, like "Don't even think about escaping while I'm here."

But in this case, why not just take off the mask directly? Wouldn't that be more convincing?

Taking into account Yi Niaoniao's inexplicable crying before, Yan Mobai found that he really couldn't figure out the other party's intentions.

……

A quarter of an hour later, most of the desserts on the table became empty bowls. Yi Niaoniao put down the spoon and found that her stomach was slightly bulging.

As a spirit cultivator, she was not like Li Yulo, a young cultivator who had just established his essence. As her true essence circulated, the curve in her abdomen quickly disappeared.

Across the table, the girl watched this scene with envy.

Unlike the Yuan Jian Realm, where the true essence can only exist in the spiritual veins and sea of ​​essence, the true essence of cultivators above the Jindan Stage is spread throughout the body and can freely operate every part of the body, making it easy to eliminate the food in the stomach.

I have to work hard to cultivate and form a pill as soon as possible, so that I can eat a lot of food like Sister Yu...

She was lost in thought, slowly stirring the white fungus soup in the bowl with a spoon. Suddenly, she stopped.

The other little hand placed under the table was gently held by someone.

Bishop?

After a brief moment of daze, Li Yulo looked up at the leader in confusion.

A hint of seriousness suddenly appeared on the slightly weathered face of the young man.

This kind of expression was something she had only seen on the leader's face when he was facing his master...

Li Yuluo realized that the leader might have discovered something, and now holding her hand was conveying some dangerous message to her.

Could it be...

She turned her head in surprise and looked at the girl across the table who was holding a porcelain bowl and licking the honey at the bottom of the bowl.

Is this crying and greedy girl actually a bad person?

Chapter 82: Thunder from the Sky

Yan Mobai held the girl's soft little hand, smelled her pleasant body fragrance, and his mood gradually calmed down.

She has been through so many storms together, and this time is no different.

He asked directly: "Excuse me, but why does Miss Yu wear a mask even when eating?"

This guy wanted to introduce himself, so why did he go through the trouble of wearing a half mask, like holding a lute and half covering his face...

He did not call the other person's name directly, but also left some room for him. His cultivation was far inferior to his, and if the other person wanted to continue wearing the mask, he would not be able to take it off.

This sentence was like a pause button, freezing Yi Niaoniao, who was licking honey from a porcelain bowl.

After a while, the girl's pink tongue covered with honey retracted into her mouth.

Why do you wear a mask...

Is this what the little vixen wants to ask? Yi Niaoniao swallowed the honey dryly, could it be that the other party discovered something?

Impossible? She clearly covered the upper half of her face.

After a brief moment of nervousness, Yi Niaoniao quickly calmed down after recalling the scenes in the pictures.

If the leader had not seen through her identity, the purpose of his words was simply to make her take off her mask.

Now the leader is controlled by the little vixen, and his words are equivalent to the little vixen's words.

The leader wants her to take off the mask, which is equivalent to the little vixen wanting her to take off the mask.

The little vixen wanted her to take off her mask, and she must be very curious about her identity.

But if the little vixen just brought the leader here for fun and excitement, why would he be curious about her identity? When people are in a foreign country, shouldn't they avoid trouble?

Could it be...

They came for that too?

This conjecture suddenly made Yi Niaoniao's heart tremble.

If the other party really came for the Rootless Thunder, it means that the Yuheng Immortal Sect has already known the inside story and wants to get involved in this matter.

Yuheng's purpose may not be beneficial to Yaoguang, but at least one thing is certain: as the number one sect of the righteous path, and having signed a hundred-year protection alliance, it is definitely not in the same group with the forces that are secretly harming the Yaoguang sect.

She thought to herself that maybe she could try to become an ally of the little vixen temporarily.

The reason why it was temporary was, of course, because her ally was ready to give the little vixen a blow at any time, and then rescue the leader and run away secretly...

All in all, the key lies in whether the little vixen knows about Jiuling Town.

Yi Niaoniao decided to give it a try.

"I came here to investigate a case under the order of the sect."

She put down the porcelain bowl and said softly, "This case involves a lot of complicated matters. I am afraid that someone might spy on me secretly, so I cannot show my true face to others."

Investigation?

Yan Mobai pondered for a moment and suddenly understood something.

No wonder she only took off half of the mask and not the whole thing… That would explain it.

Just as he had expected, Yi Niao's purpose of coming to Jiuling Town was not for the two of them, but for something else.

This matter is of great importance. Even she, who is at the Spirit Refining Realm, finds it difficult to handle it alone. She needs to conceal her identity and dare not show her true face to anyone. Her opponent must be a person of equal stature.

Yi Niaoniao wanted to tell him her identity, but did not want to be discovered by the enemy lurking in the dark, so she half-removed the mask so that he, who was close to her, could know that she was Yi Niaoniao, the leader of Yaoguang Sect, while the people who were spying on her in the dark could not see clearly at all.

In this case, Yi Niaoniao’s purpose is also very clear.

She told him her identity to show him that their lives were in her hands and that he should not do anything unwise like trying to escape. At the same time, she also wanted to express that she, Yi Niaoniao, had already seen through their disguise and could have informed the Righteous Alliance of their presence, but she did not do so.

There is no free favor in the world, and he is not an unkind person. Since the other party chose to spare his and Yu Luo's lives, he must have something to ask for.

Yan Mobai sighed softly: "I wonder if there is anything we can do to help Miss Yu?"

Who would have known that his words would take on another meaning when heard by Yi Niaoniao.

Most casual cultivators would try to avoid the internal affairs of a large immortal sect like the Yaoguang Sect, and would try to stay as far away from it as possible, for fear of being dragged in and becoming cannon fodder and pawns of the Yaoguang Sect.

If the little vixen and the leader simply came here to have fun, and they wanted to continue disguising themselves as ordinary casual cultivators, they would of course have to react like casual cultivators.

Now she asked me, through the leader's mouth, how I could help her... I guess she came with the same purpose and tried to get in through me, a monk from the Yaoguang Sect.

The little vixen really knows about Jiuling Town...

Yi Niaoniao looked at the girl huddled beside the leader. Her fair and tender face was full of nervousness and confusion, but in her eyes, the girl slowly curled up a cunning smile.

Before she could figure out how to answer, she suddenly had a strong premonition.

This is……

Thunder?

Her amber eyes suddenly widened and she stood up suddenly.

At the same time, Yan Mobai also raised his head as if he sensed something, and his sight seemed to penetrate the floor tiles and fall on the sky.

He murmured in disbelief: "Someone is going through the tribulation?"

Very high above Jiuling Town.

A calamity cloud had formed at some point above the sky where strong winds were howling. Its color was as red as blood, and terrifying lightning flashed in the cloud.

The calamity clouds rolled silently, and the flashes of lightning in the clouds became more and more frequent, as if flowing sticky blood-colored lightning liquid.

Tens of thousands of feet below, in Jiuling Town, in a famous medical clinic in Changyangfang, Qian Daqian, the owner of Qian's cloth shop, was sitting outside the inner door of the clinic, his wrinkled old face full of worry. A tall attendant stood beside him, his majestic face also full of anxiety.

Not long after, footsteps were heard from inside, and then the door was pushed open. A middle-aged man in a blue gown came out, wiping his sweat.

Qian Daqian hurriedly went to meet him. The earnest look on his old face did not reveal that he was a well-known wealthy businessman in the surrounding towns. "Doctor Zhang, my son's injury..."

The middle-aged doctor wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves and said to the attendant beside Qian Daqian with emotion, "Thanks to this elder brother who pressed the acupuncture points on the way to stop the blood and qi leaking out of the younger brother. Otherwise, even if I, Zhang Gongwan, had great medical skills, I would not be able to save him!"

Qian Daqian's face froze for a moment, then he realized the meaning of the other party's words, and was immediately overjoyed. His old, swollen hands began to tremble: "Dr. Zhang is really a miracle doctor. This time, my Qian family will continue to have incense. Please... please accept my greetings!"

Just as he was about to bow down, the middle-aged doctor hurriedly held him back: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it!"

Qian Daqian was obviously also agitated for a moment. After he calmed down, he did not insist on bowing. He just sat down on the wooden chair, breathing heavily, and waved his hand to the side: "Come, give it to him."

The tall attendant understood, took out a wooden box from his arms and put it into the middle-aged doctor's hand.

The latter weighed it and almost couldn't hold it steadily. It was heavy, at least hundreds of taels. "This...how can I take this?" Although he said so, the middle-aged doctor still hurriedly took the box.

"My Qian family has only one son, and I am too old to leave any offspring." Qian Daqian said thankfully, "I met Dr. Zhang. It is a blessing from heaven. My Qian family will have a long lineage..."

At this moment, a blood-red lightning suddenly fell from the clear sky, pierced through the roof, and landed in the room behind them.

Chapter 83: Investigating the Thunder

When Yan Mobai and the other two arrived at the place where the lightning struck, they heard Qian Daqian's crying and wailing from afar.

This old businessman, who had a fortune of millions and had destroyed and swallowed up countless cloth shops, was now crawling on the ground like a maggot, twisting his fat body and making meaningless howling sounds.

After asking the people who were watching nearby, I learned that the owner of the cloth shop had been crying for several quarters of an hour, and now he could not shed a single tear, and could only let out a sad and hoarse howl.

After such a big incident, the area around the clinic had been blocked by the Yaoguang disciples stationed there, and all passers-by could only watch from afar. Perhaps out of humanitarian considerations, they did not drive away the elderly businessman who had lost his son.

"He is actually the ninth person targeted by the thunder..." Yi Niaoniao whispered to herself.

"Sister, is it...the person from this morning?" Li Yulo asked tentatively.

Yi Niaoniao glanced at her and said, "Yes, the one who was hit by the tile."

"Oh."

The girl always felt that the other person's eyes were somewhat similar to those of her master by the river before.

At this moment, she still held the leader's hand tightly.

The leader had already told her the identity of the masked girl by writing on the palm of her hand, which made the girl quite uneasy.

The leader of Yaoguang Sect... was one of the people who besieged the leader...

Even though she could now compete with ordinary Jindan realm cultivators, in front of the spirit refiner, no matter how powerful the Jindan cultivator was, he was no different from a speck of dust.

At this moment, the girl's palm, which was slippery with sweat, was suddenly pressed by someone next to her.