"Feng! San!" Long Zhen's body crackled. "You bastard!"
"Little Zhen, listen to me! It's not like this … Ouch! It hurts … Little Zhen! "
Screams rang out in the hall one after another.
The master and disciple who were drinking tea calmly …
"Master."
"Yes?"
"Should we stop them?"
"There's no need." It had been a long time since he had watched a melodramatic family drama. It was quite refreshing. "We haven't started tearing down the house yet. There's no rush!"
"Yes, Master. No problem, Master."
"Eh! Why are you sharpening the knife? "
"Sharpen it first. We might need to use it later!" He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and destroy this pair.
"…"
Half an hour later, the two of them finally stopped.
Perhaps because he was in the wrong, Feng San turned into a punching bag. No matter how Long Zhen attacked him, he had no intention of resisting. It became a one-sided beating by Long Zhen. Perhaps he had forgotten to use his sorcery, but the house did not collapse. The tables and chairs in the house, other than the one that Yi Qing had specially used an array to protect, were all torn to pieces.
Feng San was already beaten beyond recognition. His handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head. He looked weakly at Long Zhen, not forgetting to explain, "Little Zhen, it's really not what you think."
"Get lost!" Long Zhen could not suppress the anger in her. She kicked him again. "Everyone in the Divine Realm knows that you, Supreme Divinity Feng San, are a playboy. All the goddesses in your backyard are competing with each other for beauty." She must have been crazy to believe his nonsense.
"Little Zhen, believe me. This is all a misunderstanding. I did not touch a single one of them! "
"Hmph, I couldn't tell that you were a man who cherished women." Long Zhen's gaze turned even colder. Keep lying. "Right, isn't the new wife here? Why isn't she coming in? I can still drink some wine at the wedding. "
Feng San wanted to say more, but Long Zhen had already turned and walked out. Soon, she pulled someone in. That person was dressed in a red wedding gown and had a veil over her head. She was slightly taller than Long Zhen.
"Little Zhen …" Feng San crawled up from the ground. "Listen to me."
"The person who brought her here said that she is a stunning beauty." Long Zhen continued to smile. "Even I am a little envious of your luck with women! I'm sure you won't mind. Let's take a look? "
After saying that, she pulled down the veil, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face. She was indeed stunning, with sharp eyebrows and red lips, full of heroic spirit. Especially her eyes, which were especially bright, as though they were shining with light, looking exceptionally … familiar.
Puff …
The master and disciple duo who were drinking tea couldn't help but spit out two mouthfuls of tea.
Holy shit! No way!
"As expected of peerless beauty." Long Zhen glanced at the person in front of her. She could not help but feel a chill in her heart. She directly stuffed the veil in her hand back into the other party's hand. "Then let the two of you … Eh? You … "
Before she could finish speaking, her eyes widened, as though she had discovered something.
The bride, who had been standing quietly a moment ago, suddenly moved in a flash. She grabbed Long Zhen in front of her, an immortal sword pressed against her neck. At the same time, an array appeared beneath them. "Don't move. If you don't want to die, take me away from this godforsaken place!"
"Little Zhen!" Feng San was shocked. His expression darkened. "If you dare to hurt her, I will tear you into pieces!"
The person's hand conjured a gust of black Qi. "If you don't want her to die, step back!"
"This is … Yin Qi?! Who are you? What do you want? "Could this person be a ghost immortal? Feng San's hand, which was about to cast a spell, paused. He looked anxiously at the person in his grasp. "Little Zhen, don't be afraid. I will save you."
"Who needs you to save me!" Long Zhen seemed to have lost her mind from anger. She ignored everything else and forced her way through the array. Lightning appeared on her body again and she attacked the person behind her.
The person holding her was caught off guard and was forced back a few steps. Even the Yin Qi in his hand dissipated.
The two of them were shocked. This was not Yin Qi!
The person's expression changed. He turned and tried to rush out of the hall.
"Where do you think you're going?" Feng San snorted. An array lit up at the door, blocking the exit. With a twist of his hand, he summoned a ball of True Phoenix Fire. With a scorching aura that could burn anything, he sent it towards the person in front of him. No one in this world dared to touch Little Zhen in front of him!
The fire came closer and closer. It was about to burn the person. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door. She raised her hand and caught the ball of fire. Then, she clenched her fist. With a sizzling sound, the True Phoenix Fire was extinguished.
Feng San: "…"
Shen Ying turned to look at the person in the bride's makeup. She raised her hand and called out, "Hey, Father Niu!"
Lonemoon, who had just escaped death, froze on the spot.
A moment later …
A roar reverberated through the entire hall.
"Hey my ass!" He swung the sword in his hand at the person's head. "Where the hell did you go?!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch …" Shen Ying subconsciously held her forehead. "Didn't I come looking for you?"
"Look for your sister! Do you think I'm blind? You freaking bumped into her, didn't you?! "
"Don't mind such details!"
"Is this a freaking detail? I was almost roasted! "
"It's not Master's fault." Yi Qing hurriedly stood in front of Shen Ying to protect her. Unfortunately, the difference in height was too big. Half of his height could not block his anger at all. "The three of us got separated. It's already a miracle that Master could find us."
Lonemoon looked down and paused. "Who … is this little brat?"
Yi Qing: "…"
Shen Ying: "…"
— — —
Half an hour later.
"In other words, you were originally a dragon. That's why you changed back the moment you arrived in the Divine Realm." Lonemoon, who had just heard the whole story, looked Yi Qing up and down.
"Yes." Yi Qing nodded.
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. No wonder this fellow cheated all the way. His cultivation level rose so quickly. He was born on the finish line.
Damn it! This bunch of winners in life who reincarnated through the back door! I can't catch up even if I work myself to death.
"Father Niu, actually …" Shen Ying was just about to speak.
"Shut up!" Lonemoon turned and glared at her. You were born on the podium. You have no right to speak.
"Oh."
"Long … Yi Qing." Long Zhen could not help but ask, "Since this fellow Daoist is familiar with you, it must have been a misunderstanding. How should I address you?"
Yi Qing subconsciously replied, "He's Niu …"
"I'm Lonemoon!" Niu my ass! He cupped his fists and bowed. "I'm sorry. I was not clear about the situation before. I offended you. I hope Supreme Divinity will forgive me."
"It's alright." Long Zhen shook her head nonchalantly.
"Why are you here?" Yi Qing asked. He even glanced at his wedding dress. He even changed into a woman's appearance and became a bride? If not for the fact that his face did not change and that they were too familiar with his aura, he and Master would not have recognized him at first glance.
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. He frowned. A moment later, he sighed and said, "I found Shortie."
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