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

so......

Tushan Momo was running at high speed (she thought), but her thoughts were just empty.

After listening for a long time, it seems like I didn’t understand anything?

恼！

You are a riddler, can't you just say what you want to say? !

Tushan Momo was in a state of impotent rage, but she bumped into a pair of round buttocks.

When I looked up, I saw Ye Qingmeng turned around with a helpless look on his face.

"Come out. I've already noticed."

Tushan Momo was shocked and removed the illusion: "You, how did you see that?"

Looking at the white-haired fox girl who suddenly appeared, Ye Qingmeng couldn't help laughing.

It's so easy to deal with. I can easily trick him out.

It was obvious that as long as she pretended nothing happened and went back and refused to admit it, there was nothing I could do to her.

"You used an illusion to hide your figure, but you didn't hide the debris on the ground." Ye Qingmeng pointed into the distance.

Tushan Momo turned around and found that there were some food residues in the corner where she had been squatting.

"Besides, your breathing is so heavy that it's hard not to hear it." Ye Qingmeng shrugged.

Tushan Momo chuckled and scratched her head awkwardly.

"Oh my, following and eavesdropping, I didn't expect Sister Momo to be such a bad kid?" Ye Qingmeng leaned down, lowered his eyes, and approached Tushan Momo with a sneer on his face.

The black-haired witch's eyes were as evil as a poisonous snake.

Tushan Momo's hair suddenly turned white, and she shrank into a corner, holding her head in her hands and crouching down to defend herself.

"We, we didn't mean it..." Tushan Momo suddenly raised her fox ears halfway through her words.

"I am your elder sister, why should I be afraid of you!"

"Besides, we followed you here because we were worried about you!"

"What plan or no plan? Tell us the truth!" Tushan Momo remembered her real purpose and jumped up angrily.

She was almost led into a ditch. She came to Senior Bei Ming secretly to play riddles with him. She should be the one feeling guilty, right?

Ye Qingmeng obviously didn't expect the little fox lady to change her offensive, and was a little hesitant for a moment, rubbing the corners of his painful eyebrows: "That plan..."

It’s not that Ye Qingmeng didn’t want to say it, but the truth of the plan was too cruel, and it was extremely difficult to just say it out loud.

If possible, Ye Qingmeng even wanted to keep this plan deep in her heart forever.

Ye Qingmeng suddenly fell silent, which made the little fox girl very anxious.

"Ahhh! It's so annoying! They are all my master's companions, what are you so fussing about?" Tushan Momo hated this kind of situation where words couldn't be clearly spoken the most, so she jumped up and gave him a big bidou!

However, due to the height difference, the dick just managed to sink into the plump and soft chest, but was ruthlessly bounced back, causing Tushan Momo to fall on her butt.

The two looked at each other in silence, and the air was filled with awkwardness.

Tushan Momo coughed twice, put on a stern face, and pretended nothing happened: "The master is lying in bed now, how long do we have to keep it a secret?!"

"Actually, I didn't intend to hide it from you, but...ah." Ye Qingmeng sighed.

But telling them while Xiao Wuyou was unconscious would only add to their troubles.

"Go back and I'll tell you all at once."

Back in the room, Ye Qingmeng kept her promise and called Liu Feiyan and Su Lanyu over.

At this moment, surrounded by three people opposite, Ye Qingmeng sat on a futon, holding a cup of hot tea.

"Isn't it a good thing to have a plan to save Xiao Wuyou?!" Liu Feiyan became excited, and her eyes lit up again.

But Su Lanyu stared at Ye Qingmeng, who was in silence and struggling psychologically, and said in a deep voice: "No, it's not that simple."

"Ye Qingmeng is so entangled, I guess this plan is not perfect."

Ye Qingmeng couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

"You guessed it right."

"Although this plan can bring peace and security to everyone, it will come at a price."

In the center of the lake in Moon-Watching Pavilion, Bei Ming Long Yue stepped on the void and raised her white hand lightly.

In an instant, a mysterious and complex formation appeared under her hands.

Bei Ming Long Yue has always publicized that this secret place was created for his own recuperation, but that was just a by-product.

This formation has only one core function.

That is to condense the luck scattered between heaven and earth.

Of course, even after thousands of years, the luck condensed by the formation is still very limited, far less than that of the Son of Luck.

Bei Ming Long Yue was also unable to use this good fortune for his own benefit.

But under the influence of the destiny of heaven and earth, it was enough for her to get a glimpse of the secrets.

Bei Ming Long Yue, who was at the center of the formation, looked towards the Moon Watching Pavilion opposite again.

A moon-white line between her and the attic gradually became clearer, like a figure emerging from the fog.

Bei Ming tightly grasped the thread of fate that symbolized the cause and effect of their relationship. In an instant, all the little details of the past ten thousand years appeared in her mind like smoke.

The cold sword heart has long been tainted by the mortal world.

There is warmth, reluctance, happiness and sadness, but at this moment, there is no confusion, only determination.

"If someone has to pay, it's me."

Bei Ming Long Yue slowly drew out the moon-white divine sword.

This time, the hand holding the sword was shaking after all.

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Ten thousand years ago, Bei Ming Long Yue, who had already been in despair, had her hope rekindled because of that wisp of remaining soul.

The fight between powerful gods was enough to easily shatter the soul, but Xiao Wuyou escaped.

Perhaps, this is a miracle.

Bei Ming Long Yue did not sit still and wait for death, but immediately began to prepare to rescue Xiao Wu You.

For thousands of years, she has traveled around, visiting hidden powerful beings and seeking clues about destiny and the way of heaven.

There was a beast-taming semi-immortal who retired to the bamboo forest after failing to survive a calamity.

There are also Buddhist and Taoist masters who have retreated into Buddhism and no longer care about the secular world.

Bei Ming Long Yue even saved an alchemy genius, hoping to get answers from cultivators with different perspectives.

But the more she knew, the more she realized that she shouldn't be with Xiao Wuyou.

"The luck is constant."

"Your so-called son of destiny will eventually have to bear the fate of heaven."

"Even if I have to overcome the tribulation, it is only because of the permission of Heaven that I can succeed in overcoming the tribulation!"

"Hahaha, do you think you're a genius? I was no worse than you when I was young, but I couldn't survive that calamity! Going against the will of heaven and changing your fate is a joke from the beginning!"

"I don't believe it! I shattered the ladder to heaven with my own hands. The way of heaven can obviously be broken!"

Most of the inquiries ended with Bei Ming Long Yue’s unwilling cold shout.

Until one day, she met a dying monk.

After hearing her question, the monk showed a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

"The donor himself knows it."

"The so-called changing one's fate is nothing more than someone paying the price for the donor."

That day, Bei Ming Long Yue realized that she just didn't want to admit the reality that she had already known.

The son of luck will only bring misfortune to Xiao Wuyou.

Chapter 52 Cause and Effect

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Bei Ming Long Yue had been in depression for a long time.

The reason why she was able to transcend fate was only because Xiao Wuyou paid the price for her.

She originally thought that by ruthlessly bidding farewell to Xiao Wuyou, she could protect Xiao Wuyou from being burdened by fate. But now it seems that is far from enough.

There can no longer be any cause and effect relationship with Xiao Wuyou.

If you want to break the cause and effect, you should not have any entanglement with it in the next life.

As long as he was gone, Xiao Wuyou would no longer be burdened by fate and suffer unnecessary tragedy.

Nothing wrong with that either.

Even if I can never see him again, as long as he is happy, it is enough.

However, when he learned of Xiao Wuyou's reincarnation, Bei Ming Longyue's heart, which had been silent for a thousand years, began to tremble.

Let's meet.

I only met him once, just to make sure he was safe.

On a stormy night, Bei Ming Long Yue was finally shaken and followed the scent to find Xiao Wu You's residence.

It was a shabby thatched hut. In the endless rainy night, a faint light was on, reflecting Xiao Wuyou's gentle profile beside the bed.

He really succeeded in reincarnation.

While warmth was flowing in his heart, Bei Ming Long Yue gritted his teeth and stopped, staying in the slowly falling icy rain.

Just making sure he's safe is enough.

Just, just look at it for a little longer...

But at this moment, a beautiful blue figure appeared beside Xiao Wuyou.

"Brother Wuyou, please stay away from the window. It's too cold."

The blue-haired girl had a pretty face and a slim figure, and she naturally wrapped her arms around him.

Xiao Wuyou smiled, and his smile was brighter than the warm sun in the morning.

Bei Ming Long Yue was too familiar with that smile.

That was the smile he had shown himself ten thousand years ago.

But, in this life, this smile no longer belongs to me.

Standing in the freezing rain, Bei Ming Long Yue felt as if her heart was drowned by a cold wave, helpless and confused.

it's OK.

This is a new life, and he has his own happiness. This is a good thing, and I should be happy for him.

That's all, that's all.

But the next moment, Bei Ming Long Yue discovered that there was a mysterious Taoist aura lingering around the blue-haired girl.

Or in other words, luck.

There was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and a hint of dark coldness flashed in Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes.

As the night deepened and the lights were no longer bright, Bei Ming Long Yue slowly walked into the room with a sharp knife in hand.

The son of luck.

Just like himself and Liu Feiyan, the Son of Fortune will only bring misfortune to Xiao Wuyou!

If I kill her now, Xiao Wuyou won’t be burdened by fate!

Even if Xiao Wuyou would hate her, she would accept it.

But the moment he really arrived in front of the bed, Bei Ming Longyue's sword-holding hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it at all.