There are always fairies plotting against me

Except when she was silent, this woman had nothing to do with the Holy Maiden of Qingmiao Palace.

"You are so slutty." Mu Qingyue said coldly.

Zhu Nanzhi snorted softly: "I only do this to my husband, and I'm just showing off to you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands again, then bent three fingers and told Mu Qingyue seven times.

Mu Qingyue immediately understood that this represented her junior brother, not Zhu Nanzhi.

Zhu Nanzhi then said: "Fifteen——

Then, blinking those watery blue eyes, he looked at Mu Qingyue and said, "Senior Sister Mu's Junior Brother Jin'an is great."

Mu Qingyue subconsciously grasped the "Chao Mu" scabbard at her side, emitting a bone-chilling coldness like an iceberg.

Zhu Nanzhi is a good person, but also a little bitch.

Just say it, and even use "Senior Sister Mu's Junior Brother Jin'an" to emphasize it. It's so annoying.

"Senior Sister Mu, don't be impulsive." Zhu Nanzhi patted the back of her cold hand: "This is not appropriate."

Mu Qingyue took a deep breath and said, "Just wait, you will regret it one day."

"Yeah~" Zhu Nanzhi pursed her lips and returned to her desk. She noticed her master's gaze and turned her head to look at him, smiling faintly: "Master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yinruo looked at her disciple, whose rosy cheeks could no longer conceal the spring in her eyes and eyebrows, and helplessly reminded her, "Be careful when your heart cries."

Zhu Nanzhi didn't take it seriously, thinking that she had cried yesterday.

Xiao Yinruo looked at Lu Jinan who was working hard to peel a pomelo for Wanyu across from her, and inexplicably found the scene a little funny.

This kid is gentle and polite in front of others, but in bed... pregnant!

Xiao Yinruo quickly dismissed the shocking scene in Cuiqingju's bedroom yesterday from his mind and brought his thoughts back to the right track. This kid actually has such a slightly childish side...

Xiao Yinruo fixed her gaze on Pei Wanyu's face. At this moment, Pei Wanyu was looking at Lu Jinan with great interest. There was no trace of her previous majesty on her face.

rustle....

Just then, he heard a noise beside him. His good disciple had already taken out his painting tools and started painting while staring at Lu Jinan.

Looking at Nanzhi's expression, she probably didn't see Pei Wanyu's eyes, otherwise she would definitely mutter to herself for a while before painting.

Then he looked at Mu Qingyue who had her eyes covered with a black cloth, and looked at Nanzhi who could paint with some envy, and then he looked at Lu Jinan - the pomelo in his hand.

Then he patted his chest again.

Ok?

What does this mean?

Xiao Yinruo felt puzzled and looked at the pomelo in Lu Jinan's hand. What was special about that pomelo?

"This grapefruit peel is really hard."

Lu Jinan muttered softly behind the table. The pomelo in his hand was naturally not an ordinary pomelo, but a fruit from the Wandao Sect orchard.

The fruits here are nourished by the spiritual power of heaven and earth all year round, and the fruits that can be taken out on such important occasions are all the best spiritual fruits, just like the pomelo in your hand, which can definitely kill a cultivator in the Guiyuan realm.

"It's hard, but you can peel it pretty fast, my dear disciple." Pei Wanyu said with a smile, and suddenly her eyes turned,

The voice came into his ears: "Now you peel the pomelo for me, and I will treat you to a watermelon tonight, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jinan immediately perked up: "Master, how many grapefruits would you like to eat?"

"How many watermelons would you like to eat, my dear disciple?"

"Two!" Lu Jinan blinked. "Watermelon with seeds tastes better."

Pei Suohao secretly placed his hand on his thigh, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips: "Master, I can't eat two grapefruits, how about we eat them together?"

Lu Jinan asked tentatively, "Watermelon too? Can Master eat it?"

"How about giving it a try?" Pei Suoyu lowered her eyes slightly, her tone ambiguous.

"Disciple will obey Master's orders."

Lu Jinan peeled the pomelo with his fingers even faster. At this time, Zheng Dongliu, who was sitting in the main seat, raised the golden cup on the table after seeing that everyone in the Taiyi Palace Square, the Inner Gate, and the Outer Gate had taken their seats.

"Today is my birthday, let me toast to you all."

Zheng Dongliu's resonant voice spread throughout the entire Wandao Sect. As he was about to drink it all in one gulp, his eyes moved upwards.

“There are so many people, it’s really lively!”

An extremely mellow male voice resounded from high above. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Amidst the flashing golden light, they could hear the sound of a golden roc roaring. A tall and slender man appeared above the protective barrier of the Wandao Sect, standing in the wind.

His clothes were as red as blood, and he exuded an overwhelming demonic aura.

Monster clan.

From behind him came the stream of light, and dozens of figures appeared one by one. The young man in the lead was a demon king.

The others are all demon kings.

"Master Zheng." The leading man put his hands behind his back, his brows naturally filled with the arrogance of a king. "We are invited to come and celebrate your birthday, and you won't even let us through the mountain gate?"

None of the guests sitting on Taiyi Peak stood up. Zheng Dongliu drank the liquor in the bottle in one gulp, looked up and grinned: "I thought you would try to touch this protective formation. How boring."

Zheng Dongliu's voice is like a huge bell, captivating people's hearts.

As the formation unfolded, the man's clothes rustled, and faintly, there seemed to be the harsh sound of golden swords lingering around him. The man and the demons behind him fell to the ground. He clenched one fist at his waist and put the other hand behind his back, smiling: "I was invited here, why would I escape?"

"Ji Dongqing, now that your injury has healed, how dare you come here in person to celebrate your birthday?" Shangguan Qi glanced at the visitor.

Ji Dongqing, one of the four guardians of the demon royal court, the Northern Demon Saint.

Ji Dongqing swept his gaze across the top human warriors present, and finally looked at Shangguan Qizheng, the head of Tianyan Pavilion, and smiled slightly: "Ji's injury has naturally healed. Without some confidence, even the king wouldn't come here, let alone me."

"Besides, I came here today only to celebrate the birthday of Sect Master Zheng, and I have no intention of fighting. Could it be that Sect Master Zheng still wants to kill us?"

He looked at Zheng Dongliu.

Zheng Dongliu also looked at him and said in a calm voice, "Anyone who comes is a guest."

Ji Dongqing smiled and bowed to Zheng Dongliu, "Thank you, Sect Master Zheng, for the invitation."

After a pause, Ji Dongqing's voice suddenly rose several decibels: "Your Majesty has specially prepared generous gifts to celebrate Master Zheng's 20,000th birthday.

Jing Hai, send a generous gift! "

The young demon king standing behind Ji Dongqing, who was also wearing scarlet clothes, bowed, then took a step forward and waved his right hand.

Golden evil spirit surged, and the sound of bells rang out amidst the surging wind.

"The king specially used the neck feathers to cast a cauldron of immortal bells for Master Zheng."

The golden bell soars into the sky, and its clear and resonant sound can be heard, like the sound of a roc soaring into the sky and breaking through the wind.

The Taiyi Palace Square was filled with murderous intent.

Ji Dongqing's smile remained undimmed. "Is Sect Master Zheng satisfied with the king's generous gift?"

Zheng Dongliu pressed down his skinny palm slightly, and the murderous aura in the room subsided a lot.

Looking at Ji Dongqing, he laughed heartily: "That old bird still holds a grudge against me for cutting off its two wings. No wonder I could only pluck the feathers from the back of its neck to make a bell. Not bad, not bad."

"Wen Chang." Zheng Dongliu tilted his head and looked at the senior disciple with murderous intent on his face. "Hang this bell on the top of the mountain and have all the disciples ring it every day. Listen to how loud it is."

Ji Wenchang bowed to Zheng Dongliu and said, "As you wish."

"This is a good gift." Zheng Dongliu looked at Ji Dongqing again and said, "I have received the kindness of that old bird. Tell him when you go back that I will definitely live longer than him."

Ji Dongqing never thought that this gift would make Zheng Dongliu so furious. He knew very well what kind of pressure Zheng Dongliu was under to live to be 20,000 years old.

The Dragon Saints of the Dragon Court all feared Zheng Dongliu and called him "old monster". If a Ding Zhong could make Zheng Dongliu so angry, Zheng Dongliu would not be alive today.

Therefore, the king sent the bell as a gift simply to disgust the human race.

"I will tell you the truth." Ji Dongqing bowed again and said, "Master Zheng, do you mind if we have a birthday drink?"

"You've become much more shameless." Zheng Dongliu smiled noncommittally, "Your place is there."

"Then I would like to thank you, Sect Master Zheng."

As Ji Dongqing and his party took their seats, Zheng Dongliu clapped his hands, and the birthday banquet continued as planned.

Lu Jinan watched the silk-stocking prostitutes Zhao Shize had invited under his name enter the venue to play music and dance. While peeling the pomelo again, he looked towards where the demon clan was.

As he glanced over, he met the eyes of the young Demon King who had just taken out the birthday gift. He smiled and then said loudly, "You humans really know how to enjoy yourself. I really can't take my eyes off these legs. It's just too boring."

Hearing the two demon kings who had transcended the tribulation talking nonsense, the direct disciples of Wandao Sect looked at them coldly. Then they heard the demon king speak again and looked at Lu Jinan.

"I heard that your sect's senior brother once created a set of Tianwen sword techniques. Why don't you demonstrate it and let us open our eyes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples of Wandao Sect stood up, without saying a word, only showing signs of taking action.

Zhu Nanzhi even summoned Zhan Ming, his eyes filled with Daoist magic and murderous intent: "This beast wants to die, just stew him into soup and feed it to the dogs!"

This beast actually wants his husband to perform for him?!

Why? !

There was the sound of a sword being unsheathed beside him, but it stopped abruptly, and Mu Qingyue's voice rang out: "Junior brother, you know your limits."

Zhu Nanzhi was about to speak when she met her husband's gaze from afar, who told her not to move, and she sat back obediently.

Ji Wenchang frowned and looked at the sect leader. Zheng Dongliu drank a cup calmly and looked at Lu Jinan: "What do you mean?"

"No problem." Lu Jinan wiped his hands with a handkerchief, stood up, bowed to the sect leader, and then said to Pei Wanyu, "Master, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he walked past the dancers who had retreated to the sides, came to the center of the stage, glanced at Jiang Wuya and the others who had already stood up, and said to Mu Qingyue, "Senior Sister, please lend me your sword."

Mu Qingyue shook her wrist lightly, and "Chao Mu" flew out of the sheath and into Lu Jinan's hand.

"Good!" The young Demon King Chu Jinghai imitated the human race's praises and clapped his hands first, followed by the demon kings beside and behind him.

"Senior Brother, does Senior Brother Lu really want to perform for the demon tribe?" The junior sister from Tianyan Pavilion asked in a low voice.

Si Xiuqi took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "Brother Lu is gentle and refined, but he is not without a sharp edge."

Pei Yu picked up a piece of pomelo that her good disciple had peeled for her, put it to her lips and took a light bite, then tilted her head to glance at Ji Dongqing.

Faint light floats, swords dance like dragons and snakes.

The sword technique, as smooth as water, flashed a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Although "Chao Mu" is the sword of the senior sister, it can be like a spirit snake out of a cave in Lu Jinan's hand, following him like a shadow.

Chu Jinghai looked at Lu Jinan with a hint of sarcasm. He was agile and like a dragon swimming in the water. His sword skills without spiritual power did have a kind of sharp edge, but - was he really performing?

It’s a pity that we can’t see the funny scene of the group of disciples of Wandao Sect arguing and trying to dissuade Lu Jinan.

"Be careful." Ji Dongqing looked at the wine in the bowl on the table: "He just killed Fu Lin some time ago."

"I know, but with you here, how could he still want to kill me?" Chu Jinghai smiled calmly, then glanced at Zheng Dongliu on the stage calmly.

They dared to come, of course they brought more than 20 cards with them to "return alive".

By then, Fang Dao Zong's eldest brother will have accomplished nothing by dancing with the sword for the demon clan and will only become a laughing stock.

With this thought, Chu Jinghai took the wine bowl from the table, filled it with wine, and then used his demonic energy to slap Lu Jinan directly: "Brother Lu, you dance well, I'll give you a bowl."

The wine bowl without spilling a drop of wine rushed in front of Lu Jinan. Lu Jinan stretched out his hand and drew his sword, taking the wine bowl with the tip of the "Morning and Evening" sword. Spiritual power flowed through his body. He bent his elbow and wrist while turning around with his left foot as the axis. The wine bowl without spilling a drop of wine returned to Chu Jinghai along the same route.

Chu Jinghai reached out to take it, and a strong wind blew from both sides, causing the wine to overflow the edge.

Chu Jinghai looked at the wine bowl, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he heard a low shout from Ji Dongqing beside him.

"Beware!"

Chu Jinghai looked up suddenly, and Lu Jinan, who was originally more than ten meters away from him, was now right in front of him.

The table in front of Kaka was crushed by Lu Jinan's foot. Chu Jinghai was wondering why Ji Dongqing couldn't stop Lu Jinan, and the demonic energy in his body swept out.

But as soon as he touched the four kinds of code power lingering around Lu Jinan, he was sucked into the abyss and disappeared without a trace.

What kind of Taoism is this?

Chu Jinghai's face changed, and Lu Jinan, who was at full strength, grabbed Chu Jinghai's collar with an indifferent look, and stretched and retracted his right arm, while his right hand holding the sword clenched and unclenched. He held the sword of "Chao Mu" horizontally in his hand, and stabbed it directly into Chu Jinghai's neck from the side like a dagger.

Time and space are like shadows, following life and death.

The vigorous sword is like the rising sun in the morning, breaking through the clouds and reflecting thousands of sword lights in an instant.

Through!

Blood spurts.