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

"No, they just started the quarrel among themselves." Ye Qingmeng's tone remained unchanged, calm and composed.

Gazing at the girl's calm expression, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but sigh and advised her kindly: "Qingmeng, I like you and I like them too. But you are all the same in my heart."

"You should understand, right?"

Xiao Wuyou was very puzzled. He had actually talked about similar topics with Ye Qingmeng back in the City That Never Sleeps, and Ye Qingmeng had not shown much rejection.

Why is it that now, she is always arguing with other girls?

"You're really amazing for talking about liking everyone so openly, you little scumbag." Ye Qingmeng was not angry. She let Xiao Wuyou pinch her chin and just teased softly.

"That's not the way to say it."

Xiao Wuyou explained seriously: "If you don't like someone but still keep them hanging around, you're called a scumbag. If you like someone but flirt with them, you're called a scumbag. If you have an affair with someone behind their back, you're called a scumbag."

"I'm not a scumbag, I'm a benevolent person."

Ye Qingmeng was amused and her body shook.

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing her small white teeth, and bit Xiao Wuyou's wrist.

Momo also often bit him, but compared to Momo's excited force, the little witch's was much lighter, and rather than feeling pain, there was more numbness from the tip of her tongue.

"If you want universal love, you should at least treat everyone equally." Ye Qingmeng threw him a wink, speaking vaguely.

Xiao Wuyou suddenly felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look into the girl's eyes, which were the look of a hunter.

"Wuyou, you owe me this."

As Ye Qingmeng spoke, she kissed Xiao Wuyou's arm all the way up.

She didn't do anything else, but just bit Xiao Wuyou's collar and tore it off with her mouth, removing the last layer of protection of that solid skin.

Until this time, Ye Qingmeng was still unwilling to take action. Instead, she leaned into Xiao Wuyou's arms as if he was playing with something and kissed his chest passionately.

"I, I owe you?" It was so itchy that Xiao Wuyou's voice trembled a little.

"Yes, it is said that we should treat everyone equally, but their lives are much better than mine, right?" Ye Qingmeng raised her head, and at this moment, a hint of resentment emerged in her eyes.

"I've been with you for so long, and held various weddings with you..."

Halfway through her speech, Ye Qingmeng paused for some reason, then lowered her head and bit Xiao Wuyou's neck even harder than before.

Xiao Wuyou felt a little pain, but felt relieved in his heart.

I'm not afraid of a girl losing her temper, I'm just afraid of her feeling depressed.

What? This little witch is just jealous.

Since Ye Qingmeng was willing to communicate, it meant that she didn't really want to pick a fight with Yan'er and the others.

"I understand. So I'll listen to you this time, right?" Xiao Wuyou gently stroked the girl's hair, and a touch as delicate as water suddenly slid across his fingertips.

"Hmph, just this once is not enough." Ye Qingmeng snorted lightly, with a hint of resentment still in her tone, but she did not stop Xiao Wuyou's actions. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, like a cat ears being soothed by its master, enjoying Xiao Wuyou's comfort.

"Of course I will stay with you until you are satisfied." Xiao Wuyou lay down suddenly, took Ye Qingmeng's hand, and gently pulled the girl into his arms.

"Oh, what should I do if they try to snatch you from me next time?" Ye Qingmengrao's eyes lit up and he asked with interest.

"......I have my own way." Xiao Wuyou felt dizzy just thinking about it. Although he had just boasted that he would treat everyone equally, in fact, he had no other way.

The girls now have bigger appetites than each other. When they really get angry, they cannot be appeased with a few words. In the end, they have to make amends with their bodies every time.

Xiao Wuyou became more and more scared the more he thought about it, so he had to force himself to say, "Anyway, I'll spend more time with you recently."

Although Ye Qingmeng was bad and lustful, there was one thing that made Xiao Wuyou feel relieved.

At present, she has not yet reached the stage of spiritual transformation, and the demonic energy in her body is unstable. In other words, she is not yet able to practice dual cultivation with herself. Moreover, she is well aware of this and has never mentioned anything in that regard.

In this way, I have an excuse to avoid the girls' demands and take it easy, and I can also take the opportunity to accompany Ye Qingmeng. Isn't that wonderful?

"Anyway, don't deliberately provoke them next time. I hope you can get along well with each other." Xiao Wuyou pinched the soft flesh on the girl's waist, causing her to giggle.

Ye Qingmeng lay in Xiao Wuyou's arms, her beautiful eyes slightly gloomy, she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself. In the end, she just hummed lightly and tenderly, and it was unclear whether it could be considered an answer.

Xiao Wuyou did not force it. Just as Ye Qingmeng said, he really owed her too much.

Not only have Yan'er and the others been with him for such a long time, but they also each have their own status, so it is reasonable for Ye Qingmeng to feel jealous.

Only time can slowly soothe her jealousy.

As he was thinking, Xiao Wuyou began to feel sleepy and soon closed his eyes.

Until this moment, Ye Qingmeng suddenly raised her head, stared at Xiao Wuyou's sleeping face, then stretched out a slender hand and placed it tightly on Xiao Wuyou's chest.

"Sure enough, you have already done it with them..." Ye Qingmeng bit her thin lips, her face as gloomy as water.

In the darkness, the girl's face lost all disguise and composure. An unwilling blush appeared on her face, and her eyes were filled with sadness that was about to overflow.

She also understood that her inability to practice dual cultivation was a problem with her own cultivation level, but even though she understood it, how could she soothe the fire of jealousy burning in her heart with reason?

She wanted to make up for what she had missed, without missing a single cent.

Her dress fell along with her long black hair. Ye Qingmeng hugged Xiao Wuyou, her long beautiful legs straddling his waist. She held him tightly in her arms, stretched out her tongue, and greedily pried open Xiao Wuyou's lips.

Chapter 43: Regret and Enlightenment

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While sleeping, Xiao Wuyou's chaotic consciousness gradually awakened and sank into endless purple.

He has long been accustomed to the prophetic scenes, but he still laments for his fate in his previous life.

As he expected, things were not that simple.

Xiao Wuyou risked his life to save Ye Qingmeng, but he didn't even have the time to check the girl's injuries before he was surrounded by countless righteous monks under the burning building.

The sword's edge was sharp, just like the monks' cold and ruthless eyes.

"Hand her over."

"She is innocent."

"She is a demon cultivator."

Xiao Wuyou has never cared about the so-called battle between good and evil.

He only knew that the girl's breathing in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, her body temperature was gradually getting colder, and large amounts of blood were falling uncontrollably.

She is dying.

"Get out of the way." Xiao Wuyou hugged the girl tightly in his arms, then slowly drew out his sword.

"How dare a casual cultivator draw his sword against my Juejian Sect?" The leading cultivator was amused and seemed to be very interested.

The monks behind him also laughed out loud.

"I'll give you a chance to strike me with my sword. If you can hurt me with it, I'll let you go." The leading sword cultivator stood with his hands behind his back, relying on his Nascent Soul cultivation, and did not take Xiao Wuyou seriously at all.

However, when Xiao Wuyou swung his sword, he could no longer laugh.

An ordinary sword made of ordinary iron is enough to bring out the frost.

The chosen ones who considered themselves to be from famous and righteous families were unable to block even a single sword strike.

The frenzied sword light swept across like a storm, blowing away the flames, shattering the buildings, and annihilating their pride.

However, Xiao Wuyou had already shown mercy. With one strike of his sword, the cultivators either had their swords broken or were covered in blood, but they were all still breathing.

Unfortunately, after one strike of the sword, not only did it fail to create a way out, but it also attracted an even more terrifying opponent.

"It's not good to be so murderous at such a young age, right?"

The long-haired fairy, wearing a Taoist robe, carrying two swords on her back, standing on the void, with a lazy tone, but carrying a heavy spiritual power, swept towards Xiao Wuyou.

Even though Xiao Wuyou was indifferent to worldly affairs at that time, he still trembled at the terrifying aura of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

The elder of Juejian Sect, Jiang Zuimeng.

"Thank you for showing mercy. Hand her over now and I can spare you this time." Jiang Zuimeng's eyes were leisurely, and there was a light alms in them.

"She is innocent." But Xiao Wuyou's answer remained the same.

"She is a demon cultivator. I can tell." Jiang Zuimeng raised his tone, and his pressure became even stronger.

Xiao Wuyou's figure flashed, but he gritted his teeth and held on: "I don't care!"

I am really crazy, going against a powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage just for a one-night stand with a prostitute.

Even Xiao Wuyou himself wanted to call himself stupid.

However, feeling the girl's life gradually slipping away in his hands, he was unwilling to let go no matter what.

Until finally, I heard the gentle cry like the night breeze in my ears.

Xiao Wuyou, who did not retreat even when facing a powerful god, could not help but tremble violently.

"She's right." The girl in his arms narrowed her eyes and gave a sad smile.

"I'm not worth saving."

"A night of passion in exchange for a promise worth a thousand gold. It's worth it."

"......idiot."

Jiang Zuimeng on the side finally lost his patience.

As the two swords came out at the same time, the illusory sword light attacked Xiao Wuyou with overwhelming force, as if thousands of sword rains were falling at the same time.

The premonition of death has never been so real, but Xiao Wuyou still smiled.

In this life, you are a walking corpse, indulging in the pleasures of life, and dying from them. What's wrong with that?

Perhaps others cannot understand, but the girl has given him warm dreams, so how can he let her disappear in the cold night?

But just when Xiao Wuyou drew his sword to fight, he never expected that what attacked him was not the sword light, but a decisive palm from the girl.

The five claws attack the heart, and the evil spirit penetrates into the bone marrow.

Xiao Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked flying, even the sword fell out of his hand.

"I told you I'm not worth saving."

The evil aura was floating in the air. The girl was no longer charming. Only the terrifying evil charm remained, and there was mockery at the corners of her mouth.

"You are no longer of any use to me." After saying that, the girl tried to strike with a palm.

Xiao Wuyou didn't know how to dodge for a moment, he just thought blankly...

She is really a demon cultivator.

Of course, the other party did not succeed. Before she could do so, Jiang Zuimeng knocked her out with a sword and protected Xiao Wuyou behind him.

"I already told you she's a demon cultivator!"

As Jiang Zuimeng spoke, he anxiously chased after him.

But Xiao Wuyou held on to the hem of her skirt tightly.

"you......!"

Seeing that the demon cultivator was about to escape, Jiang Zuimeng could not help but get furious: "She wants to kill you, are you crazy?"

Xiao Wuyou ignored the noise in his ears. He only felt the pain in his chest that made him unable to breathe. Even though he struggled to stretch out his hand, he could not reach the hem of the dancing skirt. He could only watch the girl walk barefoot into the darkness.

Before she lost consciousness at the last moment, in the darkness, the girl's purple eyes were cold, resolute, and extremely ruthless.

And the tears falling silently in those purple eyes.

The next day, Xiao Wuyou was taken back to Juejian Sect by Jiang Zuimeng.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance to live. If you become my disciple, your talent for swordsmanship will be well worth it."

Inside the prison, in front of Xiao Wuyou was a white robe of the Juejian Sect and a brand new spiritual sword.

Jiang Zuimeng looked at him with burning eyes, as if he had discovered some secret treasure.

But whether it is the so-called cultivation of immortals or the sect, Xiao Wuyou never cares.

Without freedom, what is the meaning of immortality?

How can you be free if no one is with you?

He has never fit in with this world of immortal cultivation.

"Hey, are you sure? This is the only chance to take revenge on that bad woman, okay?"

Jiang Zuimeng seemed to have made some mistake.