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

Under the balcony shrouded in the night, Ye Qingmeng sat alone on the ground, carefully taking off the black stocking that had been tainted and throwing it aside.

It was covered with traces of Xiao Wuyou and was no longer useful.

Ye Qingmeng gently stroked the soles of her feet, recalling the burning sensation just now, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

The demonic energy that was out of control vibrated slightly, causing the jet-black hair to dance wildly.

That guy...how dare you?!

This is the only pair of socks I have!

Even if I use magic power to burn this pair of stockings, I can't go out wearing only one sock, right?

How would his subordinates and the monks of the Absolute Sword Sect view this? !

Just thinking about Ye Qingmeng gives me a headache.

Ye Qingmeng loves excitement, but she is not afraid of social death. She just always controls herself on that delicate line.

Now, Xiao Wuyou had his fun and just walked away, leaving this mess behind!

"Hmph, this is what you've been waiting for tonight!" Ye Qingmeng bit her nails, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

In the words of a certain fox girl, this time she would have to make Xiao Wuyou cry out in pain during the dual cultivation!

No matter how harsh the words are, you still have to solve the current predicament yourself.

In desperation, she had to send a message to her most trusted subordinates.

"Xingcai, come quickly!"

While calling out, she ignited the magic flame and burned the black silk clean.

When Xingcai hurried to the balcony with a sword in hand, Ye Qingmeng had already cleaned up the scene and sat back in his chair calmly.

However, under the dark purple skirt, the smooth and white bare legs overlapped with the beautiful black silk legs on the other side, which was particularly eye-catching.

Xingcai understood everything. Recalling that Xiao Wuyou had just come, she understood everything instantly.

It turns out that Lord Xiao likes this...

A considerate subordinate would not poke the boss's pain points, so Xingcai whispered: "Sir, you have worked hard."

Ye Qingmeng glared at him with murderous intent in his eyes, scaring the latter so much that he shuddered violently.

But what shocked Xingcai the most was the following sentence.

"Xingcai, take off your socks."

"???"

Xingcai immediately guessed the other party's intention. Looking at the black stockings under her skirt, a rare blush appeared on her face.

"But, sir, this is the only pair I brought today."

"You deserve it." Ye Qingmeng sneered mercilessly.

After that, Ye Qingmeng finally saved her face by putting on new socks.

At the same time, there was a new rumor in the Absolute Sword Sect. The stern Yuanying Demon Cultivator Xingcai seemed to have a fellow Taoist who loved socks...

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Xiao Wuyou didn't expect that after just a visit, it was already dark when he came back.

Alas, this is the trouble of having too many companions, right? It is quite tiring to treat everyone equally.

Especially since they were going to practice dual cultivation tonight, as a righteous cultivator, he had never seen a true dual cultivation technique - he did not admit that the double fencing technique practiced by the Juejian Sect was dual cultivation!

It is impossible to say that you are not looking forward to it.

The question is, can he really withstand it?

I heard that many great demons underestimated their own abilities and were squeezed out by the furnace during the dual cultivation process...

I hope I don't follow in their footsteps.

The secret realm on the top of Juejian Peak has not yet been repaired. At first glance, the night sky looks like it is broken and full of cracks.

Xiao Wuyou stepped on the lightning, passed through the crack, and just returned to the secret realm, but his heart suddenly trembled!

I saw the silver-haired swordsman in his adult form, holding the magic sword Longyue in his hand, standing expressionlessly on the secret formation, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the center of the formation!

The significance of doing this is self-evident.

Xiao Wuyou did not hesitate, burst out at the fastest speed in his life, transformed into a straight thunder dragon, and pounced towards the fairy on the lake!

In an instant, there was a flash of lightning.

"You...Gurgle..."

Even Bei Ming Long Yue didn't have time to react, and was knocked into the lake.

After a while, the silver-haired fairy finally flew out of the lake, but there was an extra pendant called Xiao Wuyou on her body, hugging her tightly.

"You, let go!" Bei Ming Long Yue was shocked and angry.

"Little Grandmaster! Didn't we agree to face everything together no matter what happens? You liar!" Xiao Wuyou gritted his teeth and said in hatred: "Even if you beat me to death today, I will never let go!"

"......What are you talking about?" Bei Ming Long Yue always felt something was wrong.

"What? I'm telling you not to be willful!" Xiao Wuyou raised his head and shouted, pointing at the center of the formation and angrily said: "I thought you would believe me this time, but I didn't expect you to secretly..."

He suddenly couldn't continue.

Because the young master's eyes were dim, as if he was looking at a fool.

"I'm just repairing the secret realm."

Xiao Wuyou was stunned and felt a chill in his heart.

The young master is not good at speaking, and he doesn’t know how to speak, let alone tell lies.

"But I see you are holding a sword!"

The young master's eyelashes sank: "This formation can gather luck. My sword intent contains some luck, which will help with the repair."

"So I misunderstood?" Xiao Wuyou blinked and felt a headache.

"So you can let go?" the young master said expressionlessly.

Xiao Wuyou quickly let go of the fairy in front of him.

Looking at the other party's contemptuous and speechless eyes, Xiao Wuyou felt so embarrassed that he wished he could dive back into the lake on the spot.

But Xiao Wuyou's gloomy expression made Bei Ming Longyue's heart move.

She suddenly reached out and held Xiao Wuyou's cheek.

"What happened before was my fault." Bei Ming Long Yue lowered his eyes and spoke softly, feeling guilty towards his beloved disciple.

She was already in despair at that time, and could not allow anything else to happen except for Xiao Wuyou to survive.

But she ignored Xiao Wuyou's feelings.

Even if after severing the cause and effect, Xiao Wuyou was allowed to experience the grief of losing his beloved again for just a moment, it would still be her fault.

Bei Ming Long Yue took a deep breath, looked up at his beloved disciple and Taoist partner, and said in a deep voice: "I swear to you."

"No matter what the outcome is, I will stay with you until the end."

The moonlight is still cold, the night wind is still howling, and the ripples on the lake have not stopped.

But at this moment, Xiao Wuyou only had her face in his eyes, her voice in his ears, and her breathing in his senses.

"If you really want to swear, why not change it?" Xiao Wuyou held the other person's hand and raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Little Master, you must accompany me to the best ending."

The young master was slightly stunned, and then solemnly and sincerely swore to him: "I swear, I will accompany you to the best ending."

Xiao Wuyou appreciated the seriousness of the oath, and looked at the fairy in front of him, his heart moved.

His eyes, more beautiful than amber, remained unwavering, and the only thing reflected in them at this moment was his own image.

He was the same, in his eyes there was no one else except his young master.

Xiao Wuyou leaned forward gently, wanting to share a moment of breath with the fairy that haunted his dreams------

However, the slender fingertips blocked his lips.

"Don't even think about it."

"Misunderstandings are misunderstandings."

"I have not yet settled the score with you for offending me." Bei Ming Long Yue's voice suddenly dropped, and her beautiful amber eyes were frosted again.

It seemed as if even the air was freezing.

Chapter 76 continues!

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Bei Ming Long Yue was very unhappy.

I worked hard to practice the formation after a busy day, but this good disciple went out to play with his partner and the first thing he did when he came back was to knock himself into the lake, making her soaked inside and out.

"After playing outside for a whole day, you seem to have some free time." Bei Ming Long Yue's tone was indifferent, but his eyes became more and more empty.

Feeling the resentment in the young master's eyes, Xiao Wuyou smiled and said, "I'm going to visit Yan'er and the others, aren't I?"

"Then I have wronged you." Bei Ming Long Yue glanced sideways and accurately stabbed the eye-catching red blush on Xiao Wuyou's neck.

"It must be very tiring to accompany so many people." Bei Ming Long Yue glanced at his profile and said sarcastically.

Xiao Wuyou touched the mark on his neck, lowered his head in shame, and murmured: "Sorry, it's my fault this time."

He originally planned to finish his tour in the morning and come back to help the young master.

Who could have imagined so many accidents would happen?

The Sword Immortal of Longyue is cold and ruthless, but he is soft-hearted towards his beloved disciple.

Seeing Xiao Wuyou admit his mistake, the bitterness in his heart was reduced by half. His tone remained calm, but when he glanced at Xiao Wuyou, his eyes warmed up: "Help me fix the formation first."

"okay!"

Xiao Wuyou turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and stood back in front of the center of the formation.

Not only did he want to repair the formation itself, he also wanted to verify an idea.

Now, even if he does not have the luck of others in his body, he can still use a certain amount of Glazed Sword Intent.

The essence of this thing should also be luck. Whatever luck can do, naturally it can also be done with the Glazed Sword Intent.

Xiao Wuyou released a trace of pure sword intent and injected it into the formation.

The formation that had been shattered by the previous battle was now recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shattered starry sky intertwined bit by bit, the whistling evening wind also stopped, and the illusory bright moon hung high again. In just a stick of incense's time, the secret realm was intact as new, like a never-changing landscape painting.

Even Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but be slightly startled.

It’s not that she doesn’t have the power of luck, it’s just that she can’t use it for her own benefit.

The luck that Xiao Wuyou casually condensed was enough to match the amount she condensed in a day.

The spell of the formation even changed, becoming more mysterious than before!

So, wouldn't it be better to let him take action earlier? I have been busy for nothing these past few days.

Thinking of this, Bei Ming Long Yue’s resentment increased instead of decreasing.

It would be too easy for him to be forgiven just like that!

"Young Master, what will happen now?" Xiao Wuyou was about to take credit for it happily, but he saw that Young Master still had a cold face.

"If you had known this, why didn't you take action earlier?"

Xiao Wuyou's smile suddenly froze.

"Besides, the offense against me is not over yet."

Seeing that the young master was serious and took the matter very seriously, Xiao Wuyou could only helplessly say: "Then what do you say, young master?"

If a girl is angry, she can be comforted. Besides, the little master is surprisingly soft-hearted. If she sells herself in a broken state, she might even need the little master to comfort her!

Bei Ming Long Yue's mouth showed a hint of pride: "Follow me."