After instructing An Ying, Wutian put his hands behind his back and walked toward Sikong Yanran and Zhuo Wandian with a wide grin on his face.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw the brat's smug look. They couldn't figure out who had the ability to train such a clown.
The distance between them was only a few hundred feet, but Wutian felt like it was as long as a few dozen miles.
Although he looked carefree and relaxed on the surface, he was actually very nervous. His hands were sweating profusely behind his back.
Step by step, Wutian finally arrived in front of Sikong Yanran and Zhuo Wandian. He grinned at Zhuo Wandian, and it was a smile that only men could understand.
"Hurry up."
Zhuo Wandian's face darkened. If it weren't for the fact that this brat was extremely talented and knew the whereabouts of the imperial herb, he would never have agreed to such an unreasonable request.
"Um, can you leave me alone for a moment? I'll be shy," Wutian said shyly.
"Huh?"
Zhuo Wandian glared at him. It was as if he was saying, "You want my woman to kiss you and you want me to leave you alone? What's going on? Have you lost your mind from the fever?! "
"Fine, I'm as thick-skinned as a city wall. This is nothing to me."
After that, Wutian looked at Sikong Yanran and pointed at his face. He chuckled and said, "Little beauty, come here and give me a kiss. It's going to take a long time!"
As Sikong Yanran heard this, her cheeks reddened, but she seemed to hesitate. The child in front of her was indeed only 11 or 12 years old. If there was no one forcing her, perhaps she wouldn't mind kissing him, even if he was a little hooligan.
However, the situation was different now. She was in Zhuo Wandian's hands and had to listen to whatever he said, whether she liked it or not. Otherwise, not only would her life be in danger, but Feng Wu would also die because of her.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Wandian snorted when he saw that Sikong Yanran had yet to make a move.
Sikong Yanran did not look at him, but she could clearly sense the increasing strength of his large hand and that threatening gaze. She sighed softly in her heart and bent down. Her delicate red lips gently touched Wutian's face.
"This feeling …"
The moment they touched, Sikong Yanran's heart trembled violently. This kind of electric shock would only occur when she was in close physical contact with him. Could it be … could it be that this child was …
"Shadow! Do it! "
Suddenly, Wutian let out a roar and a white figure appeared behind him. At the same time, the figure's arm shot out towards Zhuo Wandian's chest at lightning speed!
Everything happened so quickly that Zhuo Wandian didn't have time to defend himself. He didn't even have the chance to defend himself, so he took the full brunt of the attack. With a muffled groan, Zhuo Wandian's body trembled as he was knocked back thirty feet.
Naturally, Zhuo Wandian let go of Sikong Yanran's hand involuntarily. Taking advantage of the opening, Shadow teleported with one hand in each hand and reappeared in the air in the blink of an eye!
"Is it really you?" Sikong Yanran stared at the teenager who was smaller and shorter than her with an infatuated look on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yes, it's me." Wutian nodded.
Originally, he wanted to help Sikong Yanran tidy up the messy hair on her forehead. However, he discovered that with his current height and appearance, it seemed a little too comical. Thus, he had no choice but to restrain himself and resentfully withdraw his arm.
"It really is you."
However, Sikong Yanran couldn't control her emotions at all. She threw her arms around Wutian and buried her face in his chest. She sobbed uncontrollably, venting all the pain and humiliation she had suffered all these years.
First, she had been severely injured and imprisoned by Elder Su. Then, she had been transferred to Zhuo Wandian in Fiery Fall Valley. Over the past ten years, thousands of nights, she had been so desperate and helpless that she had even thought of killing herself.
However, Zhuo Wandian hadn't even given her the chance to kill herself. He had taken control of her life and if she killed herself, she would be killed as well.
Hence, she had chosen to endure the humiliation and live on.
She had truly given up on herself during this wedding. Just when she thought that she would become someone else's plaything, a figure suddenly appeared and rescued her from the clutches of the devil.
Although this man didn't look like him, she could clearly feel that he was him and no one could replace him.
"As long as I'm here, everything will become a thing of the past." Wutian comforted her. His simple words made Sikong Yanran's tormented body and mind feel more at ease than ever.
However, Wutian felt very strange. It was as if he was a son comforting his mother who had been bullied.
"Little Wu Hao, I'll settle the score with you after I'm done here." Wutian grumbled inwardly.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted. Zhuo Wandian's long hair fluttered in the wind as he walked through the air. His gaze was so sharp that no one dared to look directly at him.
Behind him, the five family heads walked side by side. Their robes fluttered in the wind, and their auras shook the nine heavens and ten lands.
The Swordmaster and the other two didn't move, but their eyes were filled with shock and suspicion.
An Ying's true identity had already been revealed to the world when Wutian destroyed Floating City. The Swordmaster and the other two were no exception.
But what made them suspicious was, wasn't Shadow always by Wutian's side? Why was he here in Fiery Fall Valley? Was Wutian here as well? And who was the lousy child that he was protecting?
The Old Su beside the three of them was also puzzled.
In his memory, Sikong Yanran didn't know anyone in the five continents of the Samsara Continent except for Wutian. So why was she so friendly to the lousy child? It was as if he was a long-lost relative.
Before An Ying sealed himself, the Old Su hadn't been born. Therefore, he didn't know that the white-haired old man in front of him was the Dark City Lord.
If he knew the truth, who knew how he would react?
"Who are you? How dare you lay your hands on my woman? If you don't give me a clear explanation today, you won't leave here alive even if you have a monstrous aptitude! "
Zhuo Wandian's face was gloomy, and his voice was bone-chilling. Waves of terrifying aura rolled toward Wutian and the other two like waves.
"Who am I?" Wutian sneered. Just as he was about to speak, Sikong Yanran beat him to it.
Sikong Yanran grabbed Wutian's hand and looked at Zhuo Wandian calmly. "Please don't flatter yourself. I'm already his woman."
"My woman?"
Wutian was stunned. Before he could react, Sikong Yanran bent down and kissed Wutian on the lips with her soft and plump lips.
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