I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"What are you doing here?" Ye Qingmeng turned around, leaving Xiao Wuyou with only his back, as if he didn't want to face her.

"I sent you away, but you insisted on coming back. That's really unromantic." There was obvious resentment in Xiao Wuyou's words.

I thought they were in tune with each other, but the other party did this without telling me. Even if it was for my own good, Xiao Wuyou felt a little hurt.

There was no longer any trace of the smile from the past in Ye Qingmeng's words. Instead, there was only coldness and gloom, with an aggressive and sharp tone.

But Xiao Wuyou usually doesn't care, but at this moment he didn't back down at all, and asked back: "You drugged me and sent me away without any explanation, you are the one who doesn't understand romance, right?"

Xingcai and the two maids looked back and forth at the two of them, but they didn't know how to interrupt.

As subordinates, they should have supported Ye Qingmeng unconditionally.

However, after spending these few days together, they realized that the only one who could help Ye Qingmeng at this moment was this young man in white.

"You want an explanation? Fine, I'll tell you."

"I'm tired of playing."

Xiao Wuyou was a little at a loss: "What?"

"I'm tired of playing games with your Taoist partner." Ye Qingmeng turned around, stared at Xiao Wuyou coldly, and reiterated word by word.

"No way? Do you really think that as a saint of the magic world, I would look down on an ordinary casual cultivator like you? I just think you're interesting, so I'm just playing with you." Ye Qingmeng raised the corners of her mouth exaggeratedly, with disdain on her face.

She shrugged, lowered her eyebrows, and glanced at me sideways, as if looking at garbage: "Next, I have more important things to do. I thought you were troublesome, so I threw you out, but I didn't expect you to have the nerve to come back..."

Ye Qingmeng stepped forward and finally uttered those cold words: "I told you to get out. Do you understand what I mean?"

"This..." Even Xingcai, who knew the reason behind Ye Qingmeng's words, couldn't bear to listen any more.

"What if I don't understand?" Xiao Wuyou looked straight at Ye Qingmeng without any intention of retreating.

Ye Qingmeng pointed at the door and issued an ultimatum: "Get lost."

Xiao Wuyou was silent.

But no one expected that Xiao Wuyou would immediately raise his arm, throw away his sleeves, and slap Ye Qingmeng hard!

The girl's originally neat black hair fell down in disarray, covering her expression.

Xiao Wuyou left without saying another word.

It was not until the white dress disappeared that Ye Qingmeng murmured in self-mockery: "That's good..."

Chapter 49 I Don't Care

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Xingcai felt a sharp pain in her heart when she heard this. She had followed Ye Qingmeng for the longest time, and she understood that this was the first time that the Demon Saint had fallen in love. Now she saw that she had personally destroyed this wish, and she couldn't bear it: "Saint Lady, why are you doing this? If you ask, Master Lu will definitely accompany you through the difficulties. Why are you doing this?"

"It's precisely because he is stupid enough to accompany me that I don't want to drag him down." Ye Qingmeng didn't look back, but a hint of bitterness flashed at the corner of her mouth.

"The leader of the Blood Prison Sect has come in person. What can one more person do?"

Ye Qingmeng did not blame Xiao Wuyou. On the contrary, she vaguely knew that if a real fight broke out, she might not be his opponent.

No matter whether it was the mysterious sword and fox demon phantom at Wanhua Pavilion that day, or the strange magic skills performed outside the ancient tomb of the devil, looking at the world of immortal cultivation, he is absolutely the best among his peers.

But the opponent this time is different.

Just this morning, she received a report from the spies, and learned that the leader of the Blood Prison Sect would come in person with the Blood Prison Demon Cultivators and demand an explanation from her for the death of Li Muxue.

Ye Qingmeng has never been an indecisive person.

The moment she learned about this, she made up her mind.

Xingcai took a deep breath and said earnestly: "...We are willing to cover your back. You can follow Master Lu and abandon the path of magic and wander around the world."

There was a flash of light in Ye Qingmeng's eyes for a moment, but then it returned to calm like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Where can I escape to? Even if I escape from the Blood Hell Gate, how can the Demon Emperor let me go?" Ye Qingmeng laughed miserably at herself.

That's right.

She knew since she was a child that the Demon Emperor had designs on her and regarded her as his forbidden delicacy.

And that was definitely not out of good intentions, it was more like using her to accomplish some purpose.

The Demon Saint, it sounds good to say, but it is actually ridiculous. There is no force for her to rely on.

But Ye Qingmeng would never allow himself to be bullied, even if his opponent was one of the seven sects of the devil whose cultivation and power far exceeded his own.

"My only concern is getting him involved. Right now, he seems to have some affinity with Red Maple Valley, so he should be able to protect himself."

Ye Qingmeng stopped worrying about this issue and told Xingcai, "Go prepare that thing."

"......If you can use the Netherworld Sword to break through, defeat the Blood Prison Sect, and apologize to Mr. Lu in the future..." Xingcai described a bright future to Ye Qingmeng with hope.

But the girl covered her face, still feeling the burning sensation, and smiled bitterly.

Even if it was Lu Renjia, he would not forgive her after being treated like this, right?

Even if it's just for him.

What's more, Ye Qingmeng was not sure whether he could break through with the help of the Netherworld Sword or defeat the Blood Hell Gate.

Ye Qingmeng was determined to die in this battle, so she didn't dare to tell Xiao Wuyou the truth.

"Go and get ready." Ye Qingmeng interrupted Xingcai's comfort lightly.

The confidant who had been pursuing the matter for many years bit his lip, thought for a long time, and finally sighed, then left with his two maids.

Only when she was alone did Ye Qingmeng allow herself to show a trace of vulnerability. She covered her cheeks, bit her lips, knelt down weakly, and curled up in the corner.

As a demon cultivator, you must never show weakness in front of the enemy. As a saint, you must not waver in front of your subordinates.

But if there really is a chance...

Ye Qingmeng's heart skipped a beat and she suddenly looked up towards the door.

But of course there was no one there.

"Oh, what am I thinking about..." Ye Qingmeng shook her head helplessly, closed her sore eyes, and couldn't hold back her sobs anymore.

Just like a lost cat, it can only cry helplessly in the heavy rain.

However, neither Ye Qingmeng nor Xingcai realized that Xiao Wuyou had deceived them with illusion again, and then disappeared, hiding by the door and eavesdropping on their conversation.

In fact, Ye Qingmeng had just made eye contact with Xiao Wuyou, and the latter was so scared that he thought he was exposed.

In fact, as soon as Ye Qingmeng used that deliberately distant tone, Xiao Wuyou roughly guessed that something was wrong. Later, he discovered that no matter how harshly Ye Qingmeng said, she never dared to look him in the eye.

So Xiao Wuyou decisively used a personality correction palm to try to force Ye Qingmeng to tell the truth.

Unfortunately, this child is really stubborn. Even at this point, he still refuses to show off.

Xiao Wuyou looked at the girl sobbing in the corner, feeling sad and embarrassed.

There are ways to deal with the Blood Prison Sect. Taking Ye Qingmeng with him and using his title as the chief of the Absolute Sword Sect to protect her can at least save Ye Qingmeng's life temporarily.

But this is not a long-term solution after all.

Just as shown in the previous two prophecy scenes, the righteous and the evil are incompatible. Even if Xiao Wuyou wants to protect her, the righteous will not tolerate the evil saint, and will even regard Xiao Wuyou as a thief and eliminate her.

However, Xiao Wuyou could not ignore the sobbing girl.

Even if there was no prophecy scene, Xiao Wuyou didn't want to just abandon Ye Qingmeng like that.

Alas, I can only take it one step at a time. No matter what the righteous side says, I have to at least help Ye Qingmeng get through the Blood Prison Gate first!

Xiao Wuyou was just about to withdraw his magical power to hide his body and confront Ye Qingmeng, but unexpectedly, everything before his eyes became illusory and vague at this moment.

A prophetic picture at this time?!

It didn’t come earlier or later, but it got stuck at this time...

Does this mean that this moment is the one that truly decides the fate of himself and Ye Qingmeng?

Xiao Wuyou felt mixed emotions. Although he understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change the fate of both of them, he also knew that if he could not see through the contents of the prophecy picture, Ye Qingmeng would be finished.

However, when this scene played out, Xiao Wuyou was still stunned.

"Actually, I am Xiao Wuyou, the chief of Juejian Sect."

"You... have been lying to me?!"

In the prophetic picture, Xiao Wuyou and Ye Qingmeng are standing opposite each other in the courtyard.

Obviously, even Ye Qingmeng did not expect the fact to be like this, and she looked at a loss.

"I will plead with the Absolute Sword Sect and I will be able to keep you safe!"

When Ye Qingmeng heard this, her eyes trembled, but she turned around and didn't dare to face him again.

"No, it's because you are the leader of the Absolute Sword Sect that you shouldn't come to help me."

Ye Qingmeng gritted her teeth and squeezed out the bitter words: "I am the Saint of the Demonic Path, and you are the true disciple of the Righteous Path. If you come to help me, all the Righteous Paths in the world will regard you as an enemy..."

However, at this moment, Xiao Wuyou in the prophecy picture grabbed her arm, and without giving her any chance to resist, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Ye Qingmeng struggled hard, but gradually two lines of tears fell, and she leaned weakly in the other's arms.

After a long time, the two separated.

Xiao Wuyou in the prophecy picture gave his answer: "I don't care."

Chapter 50: Countermeasures

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In fact, if there were no prophecy scene, Xiao Wuyou would have followed almost the same routine.

However, I shouldn't be like myself in the prophecy, with a face full of affection like the male protagonist in an idol drama, right? Xiao Wuyou found that every time he appeared in the prophecy, he looked like this kind of affectionate male god, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

Of course, the prophecy picture contains hints of reversing fate, and no matter how ashamed Xiao Wuyou is, he will not miss any details.

But then he couldn't hold it anymore.

Ye Qingmeng was moved and kissed him back, and the two of them entangled together again.

As they were kissing, Ye Qingmeng staggered and threw herself in the prophetic picture to the ground.

Instead of trying to stand up, the two men took off their clothes on the spot!

"Wait, your Xuanyin body..." Xiao Wuyou in the prophecy picture reached out and grabbed Ye Qingmeng's clothes to stop everything.

However, Ye Qingmeng did the opposite. She slightly opened her cherry lips and bit Xiao Wuyou's fingertips, leaving behind a sentimental silver thread.

"It doesn't matter. We don't know whether we will live or die in this battle, so why not enjoy ourselves while we can?"

Then the two of them caressed each other, kissed each other, and longed to be entangled under the falling cherry blossoms...

Oh my god, just look at your own thing, what kind of suffering is this in the world!

But Xiao Wuyou was afraid of missing out on the details that could change his fate, so he had no choice but to continue watching.

After he was almost embarrassed to the point of digging out his Worry-Free Peak with his toes, the paid content finally ended and switched to the next scene.

This time, what appeared before his eyes was a place that Xiao Wuyou was familiar with.

"Wanhua Pavilion?"

Under the night sky, the blood-filled Crimson Demon Lord has forced Ye Qingmeng and Xiao Wuyou into a desperate situation.

As the leader of one of the seven contemporary demonic sects, Li Xueyao’s strength is no weaker than the demon Buddha that was previously sealed in Taohua Village.

In another fight, his blood and energy were as raging as a tornado, easily crushing the opponent's sword light and demonic energy.

Just when the murderous attack was about to hit the two of them, Xiao Wuyou in the prophecy pushed Ye Qingmeng out, leaving himself alone to resist. In the end, he was blasted away and disappeared into the dark night, with no one knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Ye Qingmeng knelt there like a puppet with its strings broken.

It was not until Li Xueyao came that she turned her head stiffly and uttered four words coldly: "I want you to die."

"Stupid. It will take at least several more years to refine the demonic energy of the Netherworld Sword. Do you think a few days will be enough to deal with me?" The Crimson Demon Lord couldn't help but sneer and didn't take Ye Qingmeng seriously at all.

However, the girl, covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and extremely weak, stood up, opened her arms, and revealed a pale but strange smile.

"Hehehe....hahahahahahahaha!"

Ye Qingmeng was clearly smiling, but dark blood was oozing from the corners of her eyes, and a strange demonic aura was emanating from her whole body.

Li Xueyao, who held an absolute advantage, suddenly froze in place at this moment, his face changing drastically.

The next moment, a pitch-black storm engulfed the entire Wanhua Pavilion and tore it apart.

By the time the storm subsided, Ye Qingmeng had completely trampled the once arrogant leader of the Blood Hell Sect under his feet.