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

Bei Ming Long Yue's face remained calm, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Xiao Wu You staring at her intently. She couldn't help but feel light and soft in her heart, and even a little dizzy.

To be honest, she doesn't really understand aesthetics, but as long as Xiao Wuyou likes it, it's fine.

Thinking of this, the young master's little feet in wooden clogs swayed gently, like the moonlight reflected in the lotus pond.

Xiao Wuyou was also very satisfied when he saw that his young master was in a good mood.

Feasting the eyes is secondary, as long as the little master is happy.

As for whether the young master would hold any grudge against Yan'er and Xiaoyu, well, we'll tell you when the time comes.

"Little Master, would you like to eat something?" It was a rare opportunity for her to go out, so Xiao Wuyou wanted her to try some delicious food outside.

The young master was in a good mood at the moment and did not refuse. He took a quick glance and his sight landed on a small cotton candy shop.

Xiao Wuyou went over and used his facial recognition to buy a string of noodles for the young master.

However, the young master stared blankly at the marshmallow in his hand, not knowing what to do.

Freshly roasted marshmallows are the most common snack in the parade, but also the most difficult to deal with.

No matter how careful you are, eating this stuff will get it on your face, but if you eat it with your mouth wide open, you will look very unladylike.

But Xiao Wuyou never thought about this at all. He just thought that the young master was appreciating the interesting food he saw for the first time.

The young master was a little distressed: "This, how should I eat it?"

Xiao Wuyou said as a matter of course: "Just eat it directly!"

Seeing that Xiao Wuyou said it so simply, the young master didn't think much about it.

Then, under Xiao Wuyou's stunned gaze, she buried her little face in the marshmallow.

"Little Grandmaster?!"

"What's wrong?" The young master raised his head with a serious expression, but his face was covered with white marshmallows, which made him look inexplicably childish.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help laughing, and wiped off the sugar stains on his young master's face like a concerned old father.

In order to avoid waste, Xiao Wuyou licked the sugar stains on his hands and complained: "This is not how you eat it."

However, when he saw Xiao Wuyou licking the sugar stains off his face, the young master was stunned and felt dizzy.

The sugar stains left on her skin were put into her mouth, making her embarrassed but also a little excited.

She stared at the sugar stains left on the corners of Xiao Wuyou's lips, feeling itchy.

"Just eat it in small bites...are you listening?" Xiao Wuyou came up and waved his hand in front of the young master's eyes.

"I know how to eat."

"Are you sure?" Xiao Wuyou asked back, holding back a laugh.

The young master did not reply, but reached out his hand and picked up the sugar stains left on the corner of Xiao Wuyou's mouth, and gently licked it clean with the tip of his tongue in front of him.

Xiao Wuyou fell silent for a moment, feeling that this scene was inexplicably erotic and so stimulating that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The young master licked his fingertips clean and noticed that Xiao Wuyou blushed. Only then did he realize how embarrassing the thing he had done was.

The two avoided looking at each other and remained silent, but their heartbeats were getting faster and faster.

The young master took a small bite of the cotton candy, glanced at Xiao Wuyou's lips, and said casually, "So sweet."

"Marshmallows are sweet." Xiao Wuyou responded casually, but he was also secretly glancing at the little master's soft face.

The two were speechless again.

What the hell am I doing?! He actually used such force on the young master. Fortunately, it was the young master. If it was any other big shot in the world of cultivation, he would have been furious!

Xiao Wuyou just felt embarrassed, not knowing that the other party felt the same way.

Woo, I couldn’t help it. Why, every time I looked at him, I couldn’t help but do something shameless like this?

Does he like this? Does he like me doing such shameless things?

Bei Ming Long Yue covered her face with one hand and felt a warm sensation at her fingertips.

Just as the girl's thoughts drifted further and further away, Xiao Wuyou's voice called her back to the present world: "Are you happy today?"

The young master stared at him in silence for a while, his memory fluctuating, and he felt that he had heard similar words a long time ago.

No, not similar.

A long, long time ago, it was he who was by his side, asking the same question every time the sun set.

"How was your day?"

"Are you happy today?"

"You're having a good day, aren't you?"

In the long and boring journey to immortality, it was this simple daily routine that prevented Bei Ming Long Yue from losing himself and thus strengthened his resolve to follow the Tao.

Bei Ming Long Yue slowly said what she had wanted to say for ten thousand years but never had the chance to say: "Thank you for always caring about me."

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make up for my regrets."

There was clearly no expression on her face, but Xiao Wuyou felt that those glassy blue eyes were inexplicably sad and fragile, as if they would disappear at the slightest touch.

The girl's thanks sounded light and airy, yet it was so heavy as if it had weighed down a thousand oxen, making Xiao Wuyou breathless.

Xiao Wuyou felt a sharp pain in his head, and everything in front of him felt so familiar.

Even without relying on logical reasoning, he had a vague guess.

"Little Master, have we met somewhere before?"

The young master's body trembled, and she lowered her head, hiding her sad eyes under her bangs.

This look made Xiao Wuyou even more convinced.

Thinking about it carefully, the young master had felt inexplicably close to me when we first met. This was even more so recently, far exceeding the scope of a master-disciple relationship.

In the past, he always thought that the little master had a strange personality, but the more he got to know her, the more he understood that she was only willing to show these emotions, such as intimacy, shyness, and doting, to himself.

If I have to say, only Yan'er and the others would occasionally be cared for by the Junior Grandmaster - is it possible that they also have an unknown past with me and the Junior Grandmaster?

Xiao Wuyou couldn't remember anything, but he was sure that his junior master must know more than he did.

"No, I haven't."

Xiao Wuyou took a deep breath, made up his mind, and said seriously: "Ten thousand years ago, were we..."

"Do you like them?"

Before Xiao Wuyou could ask, an unexpected question was waiting for him.

"You mean..."

"Liu Feiyan, Su Lanyu, Tushan Momo, and that Ye Qingmeng, do you like them?" The young master raised his head, with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"Are you willing to regard them as your destiny?"

A series of questions made Xiao Wuyou slightly confused.

Xiao Wuyou has never been stupid, he just doesn't want to break through that window so quickly and indulge in love while he is still deeply trapped in the crisis of the prophecy.

But he already had the only answer to this question.

"I like them all."

The young master smiled when he heard this.

He had imagined countless times how beautiful the young master would be when she smiled, but he had never thought that she would be so sad, like gray snow melting into the silent night.

"If you protect them, then don't ask any more questions."

Chapter 60: The devil will win!

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In the dark, deep hall filled with demonic energy, the great demons of the seven sects of the devil's way were half-kneeling on the ground, waiting in silence.

Even though they were powerful demons in the God Transformation Stage in normal times, they had to submit before the Demon Emperor.

Especially now, the Demon Emperor is in an extremely bad mood.

Although the cause of the incident is unclear, what is certain is that in less than a month, two demon leaders in the God Transformation Stage died one after another!

The news about the Thousand-Faced Death has not yet been received, but everyone knows that Xiao Wuyou killed the Crimson Demon Lord.

The demon cultivators did not believe that Xiao Wuyou was really that powerful, but they were also afraid of the mastermind behind all this.

After all, there are only two cultivators in the world who can easily kill a powerful god-transforming cultivator.

The demons felt a chill just thinking about it.

"Are you really sure that the Sword Immortal is not here?!" The Demon Emperor himself was not in a good mood.

The Thousand-Faced Death was the Demon Emperor's confidant. He had unique skills and great strength, and he enjoyed the Demon Emperor's trust. His death undoubtedly cut off an arm for the Demon Emperor.

First, the Blood Hell Sect was wiped out, and then his confidant Thousand Faces died. The losses were heavy before the official war with the righteous path began. No matter how big-hearted the Demon Emperor was, he couldn't bear it at this moment.

"Do you think that was her work?" the black-robed monk asked. "You and I both know that if she did it, it would not be like this."

The Demon Emperor was silent.

That’s right, Bei Ming Long Yue has no idea what being low-key means. When he is born, he shocks the world.

If the Thousand-Faced Death dared to offend her, he would have been chopped in half in the street, instead of dying in an unclear manner like he is now.

But people will change.

The Demon Emperor understood her, but he didn't really understand her as a person.

In fact, he had only fought with Bei Ming Long Yue a few times.

"Are you sure she's not here?"

"I'm sure she's not here. I swear by Heaven." As the black-robed monk finished speaking, the oath took effect as the rhythm of the Tao flowed. If the black-robed monk lied, he would suffer backlash from Heaven.

As a result, the Demon Emperor finally relaxed his brows.

"Then how did Xiao Wuyou kill Qianmian?"

"Perhaps he has been prepared and contacted the powerful ones of the righteous way. Perhaps he can pry open the power of the magic sword, but so what?" The black-robed monk's tone was full of contempt.

"Which righteous monk can defeat you, the leader of all demons? The power of the divine sword must be driven by luck! At present, the four of them are still immature, and their luck is limited after all!"

The Demon Emperor thought for a moment and finally made up his mind.

Originally it would have been best if the Thousand-Faced Reaper could succeed, but now that he is dead, the assassination plan has failed, and there is only one last option left.

Gather the forces of the demon sect, raid Yingyue City, and capture Xiao Wuyou in one fell swoop!

If he wins the bet, the magic path will prosper, and he will be the only one at the top of the immortal path!

Lost the bet... No, it's impossible to lose.

In the absence of the Sword Immortal, the evil path crushes the righteous path in terms of high-end combat power.

The only possible variable is Xiao Wuyou.

The sword that Xiao Wuyou left him back then was no weaker than that of the Sword Immortal. Whenever he thought of it, he felt a dull pain and was deeply afraid.

"Remember, I only deal with the high-ranking officials of the righteous sect. You will deal with Xiao Wuyou."

"It's a deal." The black-robed monk showed an evil smile.

How could he tell the Demon Emperor that the Heavenly Oath was nothing but a joke to him?

The Sword Immortal is most likely not here, but even if she is here, it is the Demon who will suffer, so why should we indulge him?

I just need to deal with Xiao Wuyou.

The black-robed monk knew very well that Xiao Wuyou was far from what he used to be. The power of his luck was extremely limited, and even with the magic sword in his hand, it was difficult for him to exert his full strength.

Once? Or twice? Even if he did it three times. As long as he could withstand the divine sword's power three times, Xiao Wuyou would be nothing more than a weakling who couldn't even tie up a chicken!

"Pass on my order, all demons prepare for battle. Tomorrow, we will slaughter Yingyue City with blood!"

Following the Demon Emperor's command, the demons began to dance wildly, celebrating for this battle that was sure to be won.

The sect leaders were no longer worried, but became excited instead.

They understood that since the Demon Emperor was willing to take action, it meant he already had a chance of winning!

If the Sword Immortal is not here, who in the world can stop the leader of all demons? !