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

Bei Ming Long Yue finally panicked. Her jade-smooth legs kept kicking, and her clogs had been kicked off to who knows where, leaving only her rabbit-like feet covered in white socks struggling in vain in the darkness.

As usual, Xiao Wuyou was about to kiss a little lower, but his hand slipped and fell somewhere, suddenly pressing on something furry.

"Ah~! It hurts..."

A mournful cry sounded next to his ear. Xiao Wuyou was about to apologize, but suddenly realized that Momo's voice was coming from the right.

Not Momo?

No, that's not right, why is the other person still wearing clothes? !

Who is the one that is being pressed down upon me now? !

Xiao Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes, and this time he finally saw clearly.

What catches the eye is not white hair, but silver hair.

Chapter 8 My Life Is Over

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Three thousand silver threads, like flowing moonlight. Amber eyes, like blooming moonlight. The beauty of poetry and painting, not like the beauty of the mortal world, without any emotional ups and downs, like an indifferent fairy, no matter how chaotic the world is, it can't arouse her in the slightest------

That's how it should be.

But now, her beautiful silver hair was scattered randomly, her amber eyes were rippled softly, her always neat and simple dress was disheveled, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders. And her beautiful face, which was usually calm, was now stained with a faint blush, just like the moon hiding in the night, and the floating clouds were timid.

"Little, little master?!"

"So you recognized me."

The young master blinked his eyes, and his gaze no longer wavered, but became even colder.

"No, this..."

Xiao Wuyou was dumbfounded.

No, why would the little master appear on my bed?! If I knew the little master was coming, I wouldn't dare to be so rude even if I had ten thousand courages!

Not to mention that he almost stripped someone of their clothes and recognized the wrong person three times in a row, even Momo, who has the best temper, would bite him twice. It would be strange if the young master wasn't angry!

Invisible spiritual power spread out, and the entire Moon-Watching Pavilion, no, the entire secret realm was shaking slightly, as if it was furious.

Xiao Wuyou's thoughts became clear in an instant, and he pushed his brain to its limit!

There is no way to delay in this kind of emergency situation. You have to calm the other person down with just one sentence.

The next sentence will determine your life or death!

Xiao Wuyou had experienced several lifetimes of love and had many fellow Taoists by his side, so he actually thought of a solution at this critical moment.

The little master is soft-hearted and will never be cruel as long as she is willing to beg for mercy!

Although begging for mercy is a bit embarrassing, it is the only way.

But just when Xiao Wuyou was about to squeeze out tears and beg for mercy, there was a shock beside him and something suddenly jumped up!

"The tail! It's crushing us!"

The sleepy Tushan Momo suddenly pulled the tail out of Xiao Wuyou's hand.

Xiao Wuyou's body flashed, and he pounced forward, diving into the snow-white, soft clothes of his young master, whose collar was wide open.

My life is at an end...

The next moment, Xiao Wuyou only felt the dazzling sword light covering everything.

Everyone looked up and saw Yuehua's suggestion, and the tip of the sword cut through the sky.

At this moment, the entire Juejian Sect trembled violently. Ordinary cultivators only felt the sharp sound of swords, the dazzling sword light, and the pain in their souls.

Those with low cultivation levels might even faint on the ground with blood coming out of all their orifices.

Even the great elder who was preaching felt a palpitation in his heart and froze in place.

But he quickly realized that it was Bei Ming Long Yue's sword intent.

"Great Elder, what, what is going on?! Don't you need to go and take a look?" Yang Wei asked in horror, panting and looking pale.

The elder waved his hands pretending to be calm and said, "Nothing, Master is just accompanying Wuyou in cultivation."

He himself did not even believe this, he just made it up to appease his disciples.

Anyway, it is impossible for the Sword Immortal to be so idle that he goes crazy, and the Great Elder does not have the courage to meddle in other people's business.

"What? Can Senior Brother actually endure such intense training?!" Yang Wei exclaimed, and the disciples were even more shocked.

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The next day, Moon-Watching Pavilion.

The originally elegantly decorated second-floor lobby now had a pure white gap, which looked particularly abrupt, as if the space had been forcibly pieced together.

With Bei Ming Long Yue's cultivation level, he could have adjusted the secret realm at will, but his sword strike yesterday was too powerful, which destroyed the foundation of the formation.

Xiao Wuyou now felt guilty when he looked at the gap. Although he knew that the young master could not really hurt him, when he saw the other party suddenly pull out Longyue, Xiao Wuyou really thought that he was going to die in this life.

At this moment, Xiao Wuyou was in front and the three girls were behind. The four of them sat upright on the mats, silent as a cicada, and no one could raise their heads.

Bei Ming Long Yue walked with his hands behind his back, his slender calves under his sword robe and the wooden clogs under his white socks, slowly passing in front of everyone.

Every time the clogs fell lightly, it felt as heavy as if they were stepping on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.

Bei Ming Long Yue came to Liu Fei Yan and asked leisurely: "Master Liu, how is your cultivation bottleneck?"

Liu Feiyan blushed and stammered, "It's OK, it's OK, there's some progress."

Then Bei Ming Long Yue glanced at Su Lan Yu again: "Your Majesty holds a high position, but you condescend to manage the Absolute Sword Sect. It's really hard."

Su Lanyu's mouth twitched, and she laughed dryly: "No, it's not hard. After all, I am still a member of the Absolute Sword Sect, so I naturally have to fulfill my obligations."

Finally, Bei Ming Long Yue came to Tu Shan Mo Mo and asked with concern in a flat voice: "Master Demon King, you have a mission that involves a great deal of responsibility. I wonder how you are handling it?"

Tushan Momo, who turned back into a little fox girl, scratched her head and laughed twice. As she laughed, she became wilted.

Bei Ming Long Yue sighed softly and shook her head repeatedly. Every word she uttered seemed like a slap in their faces.

"The dignified Phoenix Fairy, the Dragon King of the Four Seas, and the Heaven-chosen Demon King, are unable to cultivate, handle affairs, or make up their minds."

Bei Ming Long Yue had almost made it clear, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Liu Feiyan's face turned red, and she covered her face helplessly. Su Lanyu smiled, but her eyes lost their luster. Tu Shan Momo even huddled up in a ball, holding her head.

They were so absorbed in seeking pleasure that they forgot a serious problem.

This is the secret place of Bei Ming Long Yue!

The owner of the secret realm knew exactly what happened. Their lame lies had long been exposed, and their face was completely lost!

At this moment, facing Bei Ming Long Yue's execution, they were completely powerless to fight back.

All of them would be important figures in the outside world, but that night, they were caught cheating by Bei Ming Long Yue, and saw such an embarrassing and ugly scene!

Don’t ask, if you ask I just want to die!

"For a whole month, every night was spent reveling, under the flowers and the moon, you guys..." Bei Ming Long Yue waved her hands, looking like she couldn't continue.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he looked up and said soothingly: "Little Master, please don't blame them."

Bei Ming Long Yue turned his head back instantly, with a chill in his eyes.

She slowly came in front of Xiao Wuyou.

"I certainly don't blame them."

"It is understandable that a 100-year-old child who has only lived two lives and is infatuated for the first time in love is temporarily obsessed."

"But what about you? You said you had important tasks to attend to and you wanted to practice in seclusion. Is this your priority? Is this your practice?" Bei Ming Long Yue said sternly.

"One day or two days, one month, thirty days! The leader of the He Huan Sect practiced the dual cultivation method for only fourteen days, which was already excessive! You are really wasting your time under my tutelage!"

Bei Ming Long Yue became more and more angry as he spoke, and his terrifying spiritual power began to tremble faintly again: "Most importantly, you actually dared to do this to me... Can't they satisfy you?!"

Facing Bei Ming Long Yue's accusation, Xiao Wu You could only smile bitterly: "This is not me, I didn't recognize you..."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Wuyou knew he was finished.

Shit, I said the wrong thing!

The young master's expression was colder than ever before.

She sat on her cushion and slowly reached for the teacup, looking calm and indifferent.

But the teacup kept shaking, like the drifting sky before a snowstorm.

After taking a sip of the tea, Bei Ming Long Yue slightly opened her lips.

"Those who want to cultivate, those who want to take charge of things, and those who are involved in important matters, all should leave."

The three sons of destiny looked at each other.

"Didn't understand?"

The three girls glanced at Xiao Wuyou with guilt and left obediently.

Finally, Xiao Wuyou was the only one left in the room, facing the wrath of the contemporary sword immortal.

My life is at an end...

Chapter 9: Vow! Abstinence!

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Xiao Wuyou has always been eloquent and good at persuasion. Even if the other party has done something wrong, he can still coax the other party into submission.

But this time, it was really too much, even he was speechless.

First, I postponed my visit to Junior Master for a month.

He was caught cheating by the young master again.

In the end, he even admitted his mistake three times in a row!

No matter which one it was, it was enough to make an ordinary woman furious. With all three combined, even a female Bodhisattva would be so angry that she would fall into evil, right? !

To be honest, this situation can no longer be covered up with rhetoric. Even if the sword had hit him last night, Xiao Wuyou would have nothing to say.

Xiao Wuyou gritted his teeth secretly and made up his mind.

Seeing the young master's gaze coming over, Xiao Wuyou bowed and apologized before she could speak.

"Little Grandmaster, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that!"

A wail, from the bottom of the heart, piercing the heart.

The young master was really shocked for a moment.

"I shouldn't have been so obsessed with romance and the beauty of the world that I neglected my cultivation! Oh, why am I so foolish? Oh, why am I so disappointing?"

Every word Xiao Wuyou spoke was laced with blood, he cried, gnashed his teeth, and his face was full of pain.

"I am so stupid. I am so unfaithful and feel ashamed of my master! I beg Junior Grandmaster to punish me!" Xiao Wuyou came forward and asked solemnly.

"this......"

The young master's expression was no longer so cold. He tapped the table with his fingertips, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his amber eyes.

Looking at Xiao Wuyou's sincere expression, Bei Ming Long Yue's heart softened all of a sudden, and she couldn't help but sighed leisurely: "That's not necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuyou shouted to the sky: "No! Qing must punish me!"

"Little Grandmaster, if you don't punish me, I will feel uneasy!"

"No, not to the extent of..."

"That's too much! If you don't punish me, I'll have to punish myself!"

As Xiao Wuyou spoke, he swung his arm in an exaggerated arc and slapped himself in the face!

The young master finally couldn't sit still anymore, so he stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Wuyou's wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?" Her brows, as slender as snow-covered willows, wrinkled slightly.

"My conscience is guilty! My conscience is guilty!" Xiao Wuyou wailed and struggled hard.

Seeing this, the young master's defense was finally broken, and his resentment and anger melted into a trickle of tenderness like ice and snow.

"That's enough."