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

"Uh..." Xiao Wuyou was speechless for a moment.

Seeing Xiao Wuyou was silent for a moment, the little witch couldn't help but laugh: "What a beautiful house to hide all the beauties. I live with them all. Can you really handle it?"

Xiao Wuyou's tiger body trembled, and he instinctively felt fear.

"Three women on a stage, it's going to be quite lively." Ye Qingmeng seemed to find it very interesting and immediately laughed out loud.

Xiao Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she didn't mean 'together'.

But Ye Qingmeng was really in the mood. She lay on her side beside Xiao Wuyou, staring at the righteous young man beside her, her breath was as quiet as orchids, and she was still unsatisfied: "Seriously, if we ask you who you like the most, how would you answer?"

"......Please let me go." Xiao Wuyou got a headache just thinking about it and put on a mask of pain.

Apart from the suffering in bed, this kind of death question and answer is also a trouble.

According to Xiao Wuyou's experience, he usually compensates the other party at night. However, if he only compensates one person, the others will still be jealous, and in the end he has to share the spoils equally. The girls are happy, but he suffers.

Only the world in which Xiao Wuyou was hurt was complete.

Ye Qingmeng couldn't help laughing and rubbed Xiao Wuyou's head: "I won't tease you anymore."

"Thank you for letting me go." Xiao Wuyou said unhappily.

It was late at night, the candlelight went out, and Xiao Wuyou slowly closed his eyes in tiredness.

In the darkness, the usually calm little witch had a faint blush on her face.

It was not until then that Ye Qingmeng stood up, moved closer, stared at Xiao Wuyou's face boldly, and then opened her arms and embraced him in her arms.

'No one can question it.'

Ye Qingmeng chewed on Xiao Wuyou's words carefully, and a silent throbbing arose in her heart.

Chapter 36: Tears of Single Dogs

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Ye Qingmeng never thought that Xiao Wuyou would abandon her, but she also understood that compared with the other girls, she was now far behind in both cultivation and status.

Therefore, she had already prepared herself for being ignored, and was also determined to win back Xiao Wuyou's love.

But Xiao Wuyou did not have the slightest disdain for her. Instead, he took the initiative to propose that she be accepted into the Juejian Sect.

Closing her eyes gently, the little witch couldn't help but look forward to the future described by the other party, and hugged the person next to her tighter.

Early the next morning.

The righteous monks gathered in the center of the ancient city, counting supplies and preparing for the next journey.

According to the plan, all the righteous teams should go to Linjiang City in the south to gather and prepare for a decisive battle with the evil forces. However, Chi Lian's team was ambushed, so Yin Yang Daojun brought people to support them.

"Don't worry, everyone. Just take your time." From the top of the city wall, Xiao Wuyou's gentle voice comforted them: "The righteous side doesn't need our team."

These words were spoken lightly, but they made the righteous cultivators, including the Yin Yang Taoist Master, feel deeply moved.

You have to know that those gathered in the south are all righteous great men from the four major sects, even the Yin-Yang Taoist will be a younger brother if he goes there.

Normally, how could they dare to neglect it? Thanks to Xiao Wuyou's leadership, they had so much time to prepare, rest, and collect the spoils.

Although the magic weapon of the devil cannot be used by the magic weapon of the righteous way, it is still valuable if it is directly melted and turned into materials. Moreover, materials such as elixirs and spiritual stones are common in the world of immortal cultivation. All in all, the gains from this battle are really not small.

But for Xiao Wuyou, ordinary spoils of war are no longer worth his attention.

When Xiao Wuyou fell off the city wall, the nearby monks immediately stopped what they were doing and made way for him.

Walking through the crowd, he found Ye Qingmeng in the corner who was also collecting supplies.

At the girl's feet, there were swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks that exuded terrifying demonic energy. As an authentic demon cultivator, Ye Qingmeng could of course use demonic magic weapons at will, and the selection of spoils was even more enjoyable.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingmeng sat leaning against the wall, folding his arms, looking at the various magical weapons around his feet, but he seemed uninterested.

"Is there nothing you like?" Xiao Wuyou asked with concern.

"It's not good for a woman to wield swords and knives." Ye Qingmeng raised her eyebrows.

Xiao Wuyou was speechless for a while.

I remember that people used to use bladed sword whips. After locking onto the enemy, they could directly crush them into pieces. It was much more cruel than using swords.

Xingcai, who was standing by, was in high spirits, holding three swords in one hand, unable to suppress her excitement: "But these magic weapons are of high quality, sir, you should bring two more for self-defense!"

Xiao Wuyou doesn’t want it. As the second most meritorious person in this battle, Ye Qingmeng got the most and best spoils.

The earth-level magic weapons were piled up like free cabbages, which made Xingcai very happy.

"The most important thing about a magic weapon is that it is handy." Ye Qingmeng glanced at Xingcai, feeling a little depressed. He regretted in his heart why he didn't learn more weapon skills.

Ye Qingmeng was not used to using 90% of the magic weapons. This made Xingcai, who was proficient in both swords and knives, very happy, and she picked up half of the magic weapons on the ground.

"I have something of pretty good quality here." Xiao Wuyou said lightly, and then he took out the heavenly grade magic weapon, the Nine Netherworld Whip, which Tang Moyu had sent him, from his storage ring.

In an instant, the netherworld poison gas formed by nine kinds of extremely evil poisonous fog suddenly appeared, making all the cultivators present feel threatened instinctively. They felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, and quickly distanced themselves, fearing that they would be unable to avoid it.

It is said that every time a heavenly-grade magic weapon is unveiled, it is enough to cause a sensation in a certain area, and even cause cultivators of the same force to fight each other to the point of bloodshed.

However, regardless of Xiao Wuyou's identity, no one dared to take action against the magic treasure. This treasure was not meant to be used by righteous cultivators. If one's cultivation was not good enough and there was no magic energy to protect the body, the moment one touched the magic treasure, one would be corroded by the poison gas and die on the spot.

Only Ye Qingmeng looked like she saw a girl in a beautiful dress. Her beautiful eyes lit up and she took the whip.

The girl's slender fingertips gently stroked the whip, injecting a wisp of Netherworld demonic energy. The Nine Netherworld Whip trembled like a conscious dragon snake, and the scales on the whip opened and closed, emitting terrifying demonic energy.

The little witch was even happier because of this.

A magic treasure should have this kind of power. She has long been interested in poisonous magic energy, not to mention that the whip is her most handy weapon.

This was more to her liking than any magic weapon she had ever used.

Ye Qingmeng finally suppressed the urge to find a living person to try his hand, revealing the appreciation that only comes when appreciating art, and sighed: "It is worthy of being a sect's heirloom."

"Do you still like it?" Xiao Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth and asked even though he knew the answer.

Ye Qingmeng glanced at him and said happily: "Of course."

Then the girl hesitated and said with a wry smile: "It's just that I don't know how to thank you for such a treasure."

"Why should we thank each other? It's too formal." Xiao Wuyou took the initiative to stretch out his hand and took Ye Qingmeng's hand in front of a group of righteous monks.

Ye Qingmeng was stunned.

The righteous monks who were watching were even more frightened.

Everyone has heard the rumor that Xiao Wuyou has a close relationship with the former Saint of the Demonic Path, but no one expected that Xiao Wuyou would actually dare to express his love to Ye Qingmeng in public.

After all, having anything to do with evil is a huge taboo.

Xiao Wuyou noticed everyone's gaze, turned around, and casually asked: "Is there any inconvenience for you?"

The monks looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

First of all, no one dared to disobey the number one genius of the righteous path, and secondly, Xiao Wuyou saved their lives.

If it were someone else who was so close to Yuan Modao, he would be scolded to death by them.

However, the silence was broken by the Yin-Yang old man, who raised his Bagua robe and walked quickly over.

"Lord Xiao and Miss Ye are a perfect match, talented and beautiful, a couple made in heaven. We are so envious of them, how could there be any inconvenience?" The Taoist Yin Yang smiled even happier than when he was hugging the beauty.

As a seasoned man, Yin Yang Dao Jun was much more flexible than other cultivators. Moreover, it was Xiao Wuyou who gave him the chance to kill Tang Moyou. Now he had the chance to repay Xiao Wuyou, so why not do it?

With the Taoist Master Yin Yang speaking first, the monks finally relaxed and started laughing.

"Congratulations to Lord Xiao and Miss Ye on their reunion!"

"Congratulations Miss Ye for obtaining this treasure!"

"I wish you two a happy and blessed baby soon..."

It would be fine for other people, but all the cultivators with a bit of status came forward to express their opinions, so as not to upset Xiao Wuyou, and it would be best if they could curry favor with him.

However, Ye Qingmeng caught a glimpse of a familiar old man in the crowd, and raised the corners of her mouth in pleasure, pretending to be surprised: "Huh? Senior, why do you have to embarrass yourself and congratulate me, a demon witch?"

"Hahaha~ Miss Ye, you're joking. Only a fairy with your natural beauty like you is worthy of Lord Xiao!" The old man wiped his sweat and forced an awkward laugh out of guilt.

Ye Qingmeng did not reply, but lightly glanced at the people around him. I don't know how many monks who had slandered Ye Qingmeng secretly lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

The long-standing repression that has been criticized has now been swept away.

"Thank you. In every way." Ye Qingmeng raised her head and whispered softly in Xiao Wuyou's ear.

Of course she understood that Xiao Wuyou deliberately gave gifts in front of others in order to publicize their relationship.

"I've already said it, no need to thank me. There's no need to be so formal between you and me." Seeing Ye Qingmeng happy, Xiao Wuyou was satisfied.

The girl heard this and immediately raised her lips slyly: "Then I really won't be shy."

After saying that, in full view of everyone, the girl put one arm around Xiao Wuyou's waist, raised her head and leaned forward, slightly opened her red lips, and gave him a kiss on the face that seemed light but extremely intimate.

Xingcai, who was standing by, saw all this and felt it was dazzling. She then looked at the lump of iron in her hand and suddenly it didn't smell good anymore.

Chapter 37 Everyone, Enjoy the Taste

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Linjiang City, as the name suggests, is a city by the river.

As the most prosperous city in the south, it is natural that this place becomes the gathering point and base for the righteous forces to dispatch troops.

In the City Lord's Mansion of Linjiang City, powerful people from all sides have already entered the banquet one after another, just waiting for everyone to arrive to hold the final discussion on the decisive battle between good and evil.

Those who are qualified to perform at such a banquet must have at least the Nascent Soul cultivation level. It can be said that the real God of Transformation is everywhere, and the Nascent Soul is worse than a dog.

"Elder Tianya of the Absolute Sword Sect!"

"Isn't that the Chisha Arhat who entered the Dao in the flesh?!"

From time to time, various powerful beings arrived, causing great changes in the world. It was amazing at first, but after a few times, people gradually got used to it.

However, at this moment, a loud phoenix cry was heard in the sky, shocking everyone.

"Fuck, who is this powerful person?!"

"I always feel a little numb..."

The two Nascent Soul cultivators in the corner were still complaining, but unexpectedly the people around them swarmed towards the door.

A monk passing by couldn't help but tease: "You don't even know this person. This must be your first time attending such a righteous conference!"

"Brother, do you know who this great man is?" one of the monks asked curiously.

"Who else can harness the power of the Divine Phoenix except the one from the Liu family?"

"You mean..."

At this moment, the scarlet phoenix spread its wings and descended from the sky.

The red-haired girl swung her golden and red dress, looking ethereal yet gorgeous as fire.

That heroic figure impressed countless monks.

Unfortunately, let alone the Nascent Soul, even for the ordinary Incarnation, it is difficult to have the opportunity to become familiar to others.

Four figures arrived at the door before everyone else.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yan'er! We have been waiting for you to come!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I'm surprised that Master Liu has such great accomplishments. The young generation is truly formidable!"

"I would like to thank Patriarch Liu for coming to help us fight against demons and defend the Way."

"wonderful."

Jiang Zuimeng, Ouyang Jiulong, Zhang Chunxiao, Shen Chen, the leaders of the four major sects, actually came forward in person to welcome Liu Feiyan in.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." Liu Feiyan said politely, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. She was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to the four sect leaders in a generous manner.

Before Liu Feiyan entered the venue, another dragon roar was heard, resounding through the sky.

"How can there be a thunder tribulation here?!"

"Idiot, this is the dragon clan's thunder method, the one coming is the master from the East Sea!"

A blue dragon flew through the clouds and mist, transformed into a streak of lightning, and fell straight down.

However, after the lightning dissipated, the dragon was no longer there, but instead there was a blue-haired dragon girl wearing a dark blue dragon robe.

The dragon horns on her forehead look like coral, and the dragon's might under her skirt sways like the wind. The girl's every move is dignified and graceful, yet she retains the noble air of an emperor.

Except for Jiang Zuimeng who was showing off happily, the other three sect leaders all looked more serious at this moment.