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

Xiao Wuyou only felt the lingering sound of the clear spring, a hand touching his waist, a cool fragrance coming from his neck, and his body was immersed in the sinful softness, almost forgetting himself.

The worst thing was that Su Lanyu's other hand slid across her lower abdomen, chest, neck, and cheek like a little snake, bringing a tingling and tingling pleasure like an electric shock, and finally stopped at the corner of his eye.

The sound was as light as falling rain, but it penetrated into Xiao Wuyou's heart.

"Brother Wuyou, if you agree, you can take off the blindfold, okay?"

The fire in Xiao Wuyou's heart suddenly boiled over.

If you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Xiaoyu is not like Yan'er. As long as the blood of the Dragonborn is stable, it doesn't matter if they practice dual cultivation, right? Since she agrees, why not...

But is it really okay for brothers and sisters to do this? Of course, this is not a big sin, but it is still somewhat despised by the famous and upright.

Xiao Wuyou himself didn't care, he was just afraid that once the two of them were in a relationship, Xiaoyu would be criticized by others in public.

Just as Xiao Wuyou was hesitating, he unexpectedly heard a sigh in his ears.

"Brother Wuyou, if you are not in good condition today, you can do it next time." The little sister's tone was full of concern.

However, Xiao Wuyou could no longer sit still after hearing this.

Are you kidding? When I'm in a bad state?! You look down on your senior brother, okay?!

Xiao Wuyou turned around suddenly.

The girl let out a cry.

Xiao Wuyou hugged Su Lanyu's waist and pushed her to the corner beside the bed.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, if you are disrespectful to your senior brother, don't blame him for punishing you." Xiao Wuyou pretended to be annoyed and said viciously.

However, Su Lanyu's reaction was different from what he expected. There was no timidity in her voice, but rather an excited tone: "Ah, yes!"

Xiao Wuyou was just about to remove the blindfold and punish the disobedient little sister, but he heard a scream behind him.

Xiao Wuyou took off the blindfold and looked back, only to see Jiang Zuimeng with a red face, covering his eyes, but with gaps between his fingers, staring at him with a critical look!

"You, you guys, are senior brothers and sisters......"

No matter how eloquent Xiao Wuyou was, he was speechless at this moment.

I'm impressed. Why does this master always walk without making any sound?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Su Lanyu, who was half-dressed, sat up and hugged Xiao Wuyou, and shouted to Jiang Zuimeng: "Master, don't blame Brother Wuyou, our love is real!"

This statement left Xiao Wuyou completely speechless.

But what shocked him the most was that Jiang Zuimeng had no intention of venting his anger on others, he just sighed softly.

"...Okay, I understand. I won't interfere in your affairs."

Jiang Zuimeng closed the door and left in such a casual manner------

But Xiao Wuyou's forehead twitched.

"Master, did you come here specially just to disturb us?" Xiao Wuyou said with resentment.

Jiang Zuimeng was called back, opened the door again, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm not afraid of disturbing you, am I?"

"No matter how big the matter is, how can it be more important than continuing the bloodline of the Juejian Sect? Just keep going, keep going!"

Su Lanyu was so embarrassed by this conversation that she couldn't even raise her head.

Xiao Wuyou was so angry that he couldn't help but thought, everything was fine before, but now that you messed things up, there's no way it can continue!

Xiao Wuyou quickly put away his clothes, pulled the bed curtains to protect his junior sister, and then said seriously: "Compared to those, let's talk about business."

"Okay." Jiang Zuimeng was a little disappointed, but he continued: "Someone from the Dragon Palace is coming."

"They want to meet Lanyu."

After these words were spoken, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but frown, and the girl behind the bed curtain also suddenly stopped breathing.

In fact, both of them were mentally prepared for this.

The Dragon Clan was conservative by nature and would never allow the blood of their own clan to flow outside. Sooner or later, Su Lanyu's affairs would reach their ears.

Compared to the loose alliance of the immortal cultivation families, the dragon clan is the real local power in the entire sea area.

Putting aside the young master, the Dragon Clan is fully capable of challenging the Juejian Sect.

But today's Xiao Wuyou is no longer the "supporting role" who stayed in seclusion and lived in fear.

"I won't hand over the fish." Xiao Wuyou's tone was still so calm and firm, as if he was stating a fact.

But Jiang Zuimeng quickly explained: "Don't worry, it's just an invitation."

"Regarding the ownership of Lanyu, there seems to be a disagreement within the Dragon Palace."

Then Jiang Zuimeng crossed his arms, his eyes sharpened: "Moreover, Lanyu has long been a child of our Juejian Sect. If his Dragon Palace dares to be rude, it is against our Juejian Sect."

Xiao Wuyou was a little surprised. This cheap master who was so lazy actually had some courage? It seemed that he had underestimated her.

"Hahaha, even if the sky falls, I have Master to hold it up. It doesn't matter." Jiang Zuimeng laughed.

Xiao Wuyou was ashamed and didn't dare to tell her that the young master was still far from reaching the peak and still couldn't come out of seclusion at will. He was not as strong as she thought.

Unless the Juejian Sect is really facing a crisis of life and death, other enemies will have to be dealt with by the Juejian Sect’s own strength.

Chapter 4: Past and Present

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"So, what do the Great Elder and the others mean? Is it necessary for Xiaoyu to go?" Xiao Wuyou confirmed.

The head master stretched out his arms and said leisurely, "This matter is entirely up to you to decide."

"Leave it to me?"

"Oh no." Jiang Zuimeng's tone suddenly became strange.

"You've already reached the Spiritual Transformation stage, who else should I hand it over to? You've kept it a secret from Master for so long..." Jiang Zuimeng stepped forward and poked Xiao Wuyou's face with dissatisfaction: "At the Spiritual Transformation stage, if you were in an ordinary sect, you could definitely succeed as the Sect Master! If I had known you were so capable, I would have retired and lived in seclusion long ago!"

Xiao Wuyou was speechless for a while. He felt that his strength was exposed too early, which benefited this unlucky master.

However, Xiao Wuyou also understood what the other party meant.

The Great Elder and others had already trained themselves as the future sect leader, and the "misunderstanding" of the Divine Transformation cultivation level only greatly advanced this process.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the more trouble. Xiao Wuyou has always regretted that he did not explain the Purgatory Volcano clearly at that time. Now, trouble has come?

To be fair, Xiao Wuyou was too lazy to take Xiaoyu to the Dragon Palace. But after all, they were a powerful local force, so he had to give them face.

Em...How about sending a eloquent monk to deal with it?

Who is eloquent in this session?

Oh, it’s just me and Xiaoyu, that’s okay.

"Master, in my opinion, it is better to take the long view..."

Just when Xiao Wuyou was about to speak to delay, unexpectedly, dark blue bubbles and deep blue light appeared before his eyes. In a trance, the whole world seemed to fall into the sea, which was suffocating.

The prophetic images always caught him off guard.

Before Xiao Wuyou could think about it carefully, he felt a sharp pain in his mind again, and all kinds of broken fragments of memory flashed by.

No, this is a memory from ten thousand years ago? But why do memories emerge on their own?

No matter what, this was some kind of foreshadowing. Xiao Wuyou did not dare to neglect it and began to record everything that came to his mind.

In his second life eight thousand years ago, Xiao Wuyou was not as prosperous as his previous life.

Although he still has a cultivation level far beyond his peers, he has no power to rely on. He can only travel alone with his sword, take things as they come, hide his identity, and live cautiously.

Until, on that hazy rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, he accidentally saved a blue girl.

The girl's expensive dress was torn to pieces, her body was covered in blood, her cheeks were pale, and she was barefoot as she ran helplessly and desperately on the bridge.

Behind the girl, a group of dark swordsmen seemed to be in no hurry to go down the mountain. They sneered, chased, and threatened her, as if they were playing with their prey. It was extremely vicious.

In his second life, Xiao Wuyou has no memory of his previous life, nor has he encountered his young master. He only remembers that he is a time traveler, so he has been living cautiously and carefully, never causing trouble.

Steady is his motto.

But at this moment, he realized that stability was not his nature.

He tried to be a rational person like he always did, ignore it all and turn away.

Until a swordsman reached out and grabbed the girl's skirt.

So Xiao Wuyou turned back, cut off his hand with one sword, cut his throat with another sword, and gave him a light push, sending him into the river to reincarnate.

So, the swordsmen drew their swords in anger and attacked. In the rainy night, swords flashed and blood spilt. Before they knew it, more than a dozen swordsmen ended up falling into the river, polluting the rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River.

So Xiao Wuyou picked up the frozen pale girl.

Thus, the wandering swordsman had a maid named Xiaoyu to accompany him.

Xiao Wuyou only knows how to use a sword, but unfortunately the child has no talent.

So he repeatedly warned her, telling her to be low-key, think twice before doing anything, take ten steps at a time, and never get involved in things that are none of her business.

But the other party went a little too far.

To the extent that, she had cultivated an astonishing level of skills, and Xiao Wuyou didn't even notice.

The days of daily life passed by one by one, and Xiao Wuyou finally found a place to settle down in this strange world.

The relationship with the girl also gradually warmed up.

"Xiaoyu, if you want, we can stop wandering and find a quiet place to live forever."

"You are joking, sir. For the little fish, it is no longer a wandering."

However, no matter how low-key you are, the so-called fate will eventually find you.

It was the same rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River when we first met.

A master from the Dragon Palace with terrifying skills broke into the house.

It was not until then that Xiao Wuyou discovered that this little maid had deep dragon scales printed on her body.

In that battle, Xiao Wuyou won.

However, before the Dragon Palace master died, he sneered: "You have no way to retreat."

"The Dragon King will not allow any bloodline to be lost in the world. No matter how many people you kill, no matter where you can hide, one day, someone will come to complete my unfinished work!"

"One day, you will have to face it."

Xiao Wuyou pierced his head with a sword.

But that cold sneer lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Master Xiao......."

Looking at the girl, she was terrified and at a loss, like a kitten who was afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

Looking at that cold and helpless expression, it seemed like the first time they met.

So he made the only decision he could make at the time.

"Little Fish, let's run away."

Escape to the ends of the earth, escape to a secluded place, keep a low profile, and avoid all disputes.

However, fate must be faced eventually.

Living in seclusion on an isolated island for only ten short years.

The assassin from Dragon Palace finally arrived.

Just when Xiao Wuyou was confused by the memories of eight thousand years, the scene of memory suddenly stopped.

However, this strong sense of crisis, like the usual prophetic scenes, lingers in my mind and cannot be dispelled.

So that’s how it is. This is both a memory fragment and a prophetic picture!

The memory fragments this time were not as numerous and coherent as those of Yan'er, but they captured many key points, making Xiao Wuyou's thoughts clear all of a sudden.

After living a steady and low-key life his whole life, he still couldn't escape the pursuit of the Dragon Palace?

Isn't it said that the protagonists of steady genres usually have a more enjoyable life? !

Although this prophetic picture does not show what will happen in the future, the hint is obvious.