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

Hearing what the black-robed monk said, the Demon Emperor's brows relaxed.

Yes, the assassination trump card, the Thousand Faces of Death, has not been exposed yet.

Xiao Wuyou planned for a long time but ended up with nothing. There was no need for him to feel frustrated!

The Demon Emperor suddenly felt that there was no need for him to be too afraid of Xiao Wuyou: "And the reason why he asked a master to protect me secretly means that he is afraid!"

"That's right. But why is he afraid? If he can really use the power of the magic sword at will, there is no need to be afraid." The black-robed monk guided the Demon Emperor to continue thinking.

"He is far from being able to fully control the divine sword now!" the Demon Emperor said firmly.

But the Thousand-Faced Death God had a bitter face and shook his head, saying, "Excuse me for being frank, but even if Xiao Wuyou is not as strong as you two expected, there is still a problem."

"Xiao Wuyou mentioned today that the Sword Immortal of Longyue seems to be coming out soon, and even threatened the Qin family with the power of the Sword Immortal..."

When the Thousand-Faced Death recalled the look in the eyes of that mysterious strong man, he couldn't help but tremble all over and was still frightened.

If the Sword Fairy Longyue was here, or if she had left some powerful means of self-defense for Xiao Wuyou, then the assassination would undoubtedly be a pipe dream.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his worries, the Demon Emperor burst into laughter and said cheerfully: "On the contrary! Qianmian, you worry too much!"

The black-robed monk at the side couldn't help laughing and shook his head repeatedly: "It is precisely because Xiao Wuyou threatened the Qin family in the name of the Sword Immortal that it proves that the Longyue Sword Immortal was not involved in this matter!"

The Demon Emperor and the black-robed monk were both people who had a connection with the Sword Immortal Bei Ming Long Yue in the past. They all understood that Bei Ming Long Yue did not understand and was disdainful of playing such worldly tricks.

To put it nicely, it means crushing everything with force.

To put it bluntly, he is completely unspeakable and does not understand people's hearts. Apart from kendo, he is good for nothing else.

"What do you mean?" The Thousand-Faced Death was a little confused.

"Bei Ming Long Yue would never use threats if she could take action! This is not her style." The black-robed monk asserted.

"And Xiao Wuyou, who beats around the bush a lot, would rather threaten than directly use the power of Juejian Sect to crush the Qin family. There is only one possibility!"

The black-robed monk's tone was full of strategic planning, as if at this moment, he had seen through Xiao Wuyou's entire plan!

"He's bluffing!"

In the eyes of the black-robed monk, Xiao Wuyou no longer had any secrets.

This time, when dealing with the Qin family, it can be seen that Xiao Wuyou does not dare to rely on force! He also deliberately brought up the name of the Sword Immortal to cause a sensation, but he was taking the opportunity to warn the demonic forces not to easily become their enemy!

Why? It means he is afraid!

If you really have a sword immortal to rely on, what is there to be afraid of?

This shows that the Sword Immortal of Longyue was unable to take action at all, so Xiao Wuyou had to resort to this last resort.

The black-robed monk looked at another person who was also familiar with the Sword Immortal: "What do you think?"

The Demon Emperor nodded slowly and smiled coldly: "Beiming Longyue is already at the end of his strength! And Xiao Wuyou is just a fox relying on the power of the tiger!"

"Qianmian, don't worry too much. Apart from me and the Sword Immortal, who else in the world can see through your skills? Just go for it!" The Demon Emperor looked at the Thousand-Faced Death God, waved his hand violently, and ordered domineeringly.

After listening to the analysis of the two adults, the Thousand-Faced Grim Reaper suddenly understood and the uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

"As you command! Xiao Wuyou will surely die within three days!"

He was worried before that the mysterious strong man might be the legendary Sword Master of the Misty Moon. If he really took action, wouldn't he be seeking his death in vain?

Now that it has been confirmed that the Sword Immortal has no chance of coming out, then that mysterious powerful man most likely only has some special method of investigation!

As long as the Sword Immortal is not here, the Thousand-Faced Death God really doesn't believe that there is someone in the world that he cannot kill!

Chapter 38: Gentle Moonlight

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After a few drinks, as the night gradually deepened, it was time for the dinner to end.

Liu Feiyan and Su Lanyu, who were drunk, supported each other and stumbled back to their residence, while Tu Shan Momo followed them in a daze.

Ye Qingmeng had a good alcohol tolerance, her face was slightly red, but her eyes were still clear. However, she was not free yet, and she still had to return to Red Maple Valley to be monitored at night.

Seeing people leaving one by one, Xiao Wuyou gently shook the girl in his arms: "Little Master, wake up. We should go."

Unfortunately, the young master seemed to be sleeping soundly and snoring softly. Not only could he not wake him up, but he buried his head even deeper in his arms.

In desperation, Xiao Wuyou had to activate the fox demon magic and carry his young master back to his room.

Xiao Wuyou placed the sleeping beauty in his arms on his bed and took off the clogs on her bare feet.

The young master seemed to be really asleep. Her slender, white and tender bare feet, shaped like a crescent moon, trembled slightly and rubbed against Xiao Wuyou's fingertips.

Xiao Wuyou's whole body froze, and for a moment he thought that the young master was about to wake up. He was about to explain that he was not a pervert who had improper thoughts about the soles of the girl's feet, but when he saw that the young master was still sleeping peacefully, he felt relieved.

However, he couldn't take his eyes off the young master's sleeping face.

It turns out that the little master, who is as indifferent as the moon on weekdays, can also show this kind of expression that only ordinary girls have.

Even though she is a sword immortal, when she is asleep, she looks just like an ordinary girl, very adorable.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently stroke the soft silver threads.

It should be okay for just a moment, right?

However, once you start, you can’t stop.

The fingertips slid across the silver threads, all the way down to the soft and fair face.

Under the bright moonlight, the beautiful sleeping face of the sword fairy girl is within reach.

What am I doing?! This is the little master!

If you do something so treasonous, even the Junior Grandmaster will be angry, right? !

Just when he couldn't help but blaspheme, Xiao Wuyou finally woke up from his dream and stopped his actions.

However, at this moment, the young master opened his eyes without any warning.

Xiao Wuyou was completely frozen.

The young master's clothes were disheveled at this moment. She had taken off her clogs and was lying on the bed. His fingers stopped right in front of her.

No matter how you look at it, this seems like something bad happening!

"I fell asleep?" The young master seemed a little puzzled.

"That's right, I sent you back!" Xiao Wuyou quickly took over the conversation, withdrew his hand and laughed dryly.

The young master sat up, lowered his head silently, looked at his loose and disheveled robe that half exposed his shoulders, and his smooth bare feet after taking off his clogs, and fell silent.

Xiao Wuyou became nervous, afraid of saying a wrong word.

Different from other girls, she is the founder of Juejian Sect, a sword fairy who easily killed many righteous and powerful people just to clear the name of her disciple!

If there is a misunderstanding, I will definitely be in big trouble, right? !

"I saw that the young master was tired, so..."

"I know. Thank you."

Xiao Wuyou was about to use his usual tactic of changing the subject, but unexpectedly the other party just sighed.

The young master glanced over, his eyes showing no emotion, and seemed to be very confused about Xiao Wuyou: "What's wrong?"

This question immediately made Xiao Wuyou stunned.

Am I just too weird?

Yes, what's wrong?

The little master is not an ordinary woman. She has lived for 10,000 years. She probably doesn't care too much about the difference between men and women, right? I remember that she was very careless before, and it was natural for her to expose her skin in front of me.

Girls don’t care, so why should I be nervous?

Xiao Wuyou suddenly felt very stupid.

If you look lustful in front of a cool and charming fairy, you will be misunderstood as an unworthy person who betrays his teacher and ancestors!

At times like this, you should remain calm and just regard the other person as a respectable elder!

So Xiao Wuyou also took a deep breath and said in a very normal tone: "It's okay, I was just worrying too much."

Xiao Wuyou unreservedly admired the young master's half-exposed shoulders and her seductive sitting posture at night from head to toe.

The young master still had that expressionless look on his face.

However, Xiao Wuyou didn’t notice that the girl’s fingertips were trembling slightly as if she was nervous.

Afterwards, Xiao Wuyou sat obediently aside and took the lead in entering the state of cultivation, without even looking at the young master.

Now he has expressed his respect to the young master and proved his innocence, so there is no need to explain further!

However, just as Xiao Wuyou closed his eyes, Bei Ming Long Yue fell into great anxiety.

She didn't believe what Xiao Wuyou said just now at all!

What on earth did Xiao Wuyou want to do just now? He could have put her on the bed, but he deliberately stretched out his hand. It looked like he had no good intentions!

Could it be that he is...?!

Just thinking about this, Bei Ming Longyue's heart began to pound.

But why did it stop again?

He clearly looked at me carefully, but his expression remained unchanged, without any sign of reaction, and he just sat there indifferently!

Bei Ming Long Yue stared at Xiao Wu You's back, pouting her lips, feeling unhappy and resentful in her chest.

It was obvious that ten thousand years ago, he was always staring at her lustfully.

Could it be that after thousands of years, he has met so many girls that he has lost interest in me?

Bei Ming Long Yue was bathing in the moonlight alone, leaning against Xiao Wu You in a huff, and also started practicing.

Not long after, he suddenly felt a warm sensation from behind, which frightened Bei Ming Longyue so much that his mind became confused again.

In just a moment, the terrifying spiritual power shook the entire Yingyue Pavilion again.

"What happened again?!" The leaders of the four major sects, headed by Jiang Zuimeng, and powerful people from all sides came out to guard the area, but found nothing.

"Maybe there's something wrong with the formation again."

Helplessly, the monks in charge of the Yingyue Pavilion's formation had to work overtime late at night.

In Xiao Wuyou's room, Bei Ming Long Yue was silent for a long time before he dared to ask in a low voice: "Xiao Wuyou?"

The only answer she got was a snoring sound, and then she realized that Xiao Wuyou was just asleep.

Bei Ming Long Yue suddenly felt so stupid.

However, I really miss this feeling.

Bei Ming Long Yue gently closed her eyes.

Now she can remember it.

The past tens of thousands of years ago seems like just yesterday.

He was different then than he is now. He would always stare at her lustfully and say shameless things.

At that time, he was just like now, talking about cultivation, but after a while he fell asleep leaning on himself.

Everything has changed, yet it seems that nothing has changed.

Bei Ming Long Yue secretly peeked at Xiao Wuyou's lowered fingertips and couldn't help but reach out his hand.

The white fingertips fell on Xiao Wuyou's palm. Feeling the warmth from the fingertips and the solid support behind him, Bei Ming Longyue closed his eyes with peace of mind. Not long after, his breathing also calmed down.

That's enough.

A hint of gentle moonlight shone from the corner of Bei Ming Long Yue's mouth.

Chapter 39 Memory Fragments

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Xiao Wuyou saw the scenes of the past again in his dream.

The memories from the young master were like fragments, fragmented and intermittent.

Based on last time's experience, it seems that as long as we act in the opposite direction of what happened in this memory fragment, we can reverse the prophecy.

But it is too early to draw conclusions based on just one action, and the amount of information in the memory fragments is much larger than the simple prophetic picture, and it is difficult to analyze. Xiao Wuyou can only concentrate and write down everything in the memory fragments first.

Ever since the righteous competition, the Sword Immortal Longyue has become famous in the world of immortals.