Whoosh –!
Luo Yunxiao swings his hand, and Chi Wen immediately flies out like a meteor, disappearing without a trace.
Mu Yan can't help but burst out laughing.
She has never seen a spiritual beast that is more suicidal than Chi Wen.
Under the moonlight, the smiling girl is like the brightest and most beautiful fairy.
Mixed with holiness and charm, it can even make people's souls be unconsciously seduced.
Luo Yunxiao holds his breath, as if he can hear his own heartbeat beating like a drum.
Moreover, the more he represses it, the more vigorous it becomes, almost making his heart start to sting with a desire.
He suddenly lowers his eyes, his hands quietly clenching into fists.
Mu Yan doesn't notice Luo Yunxiao's strangeness.
After laughing, she restrained her expression and said, "Youngest Martial Uncle, do you hate us? Do you find us particularly annoying? "
"No." Luo Yunxiao subconsciously blurts out.
As soon as the words come out, he realizes that his tone is too urgent, too nervous.
He purses his thin lips, wanting to say something, but he only feels that no matter what he says, it will only make things worse.
Mu Yan's face can't help but burst into a smile again.
She suddenly raises her voice, "Did you all hear that? I told you that youngest martial uncle didn't bother us, but you still don't believe me. "
Luo Yunxiao's brows jump, and she sees heads poking out from behind a crooked tree in the distance.
Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Luo Yu, not a single one is missing.
Everyone's expression is perturbed and nervous. They carefully look at Luo Yunxiao, then immediately lower their eyes to the ground.
Luo Yunxiao frowns, "What are you standing there for?"
Hearing this, the six people immediately come over and obediently call out, "Youngest martial uncle."
Except for Chu Moli, who is sitting in a wheelchair, his expression as usual. His eyes sweep over Luo Yunxiao and Mu Yan, a smile on his lips.
The others, including the usually calm eldest martial brother Yun Ruohan, are very nervous at this time.
They are not little martial sisters, who can casually joke around with youngest martial uncle.
In the past, the impoverished Xiao Yao School completely relied on youngest martial uncle to support it.
Coupled with Luo Yunxiao's unparalleled strength, and his cool temperament.
So much so that everyone's reverence and obedience towards Little Martial Uncle was almost deeply ingrained in their bones.
Luo Yunxiao said expressionlessly, "You advanced too quickly, and your cultivation is unstable. If you want to control your strength, you need to calm down and temper yourself."
The seven of them immediately accepted his advice humbly.
Luo Yunxiao was speechless for a moment. She slowly said, "I still have something to do …"
Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Chu Moli, "Little Martial Uncle, Little Junior Sister has something to consult you about."
Muyan blinks and looks at Chu Moli.
What did she want to consult him about?
Chu Moli revealed a meaningful expression towards her.
Well, Muyan instantly understands.
He wanted her to think of a way to keep Little Martial Uncle.
Meeting Luo Yunxiao's gaze, Mu Yan could only brace herself and say, "Junior Master, I've comprehended three sword techniques in the Blood Slaughtering Sword Formation, but I can't master them thoroughly. I hope you won't be stingy with your advice. "
The others came back to their senses and immediately started talking at once.
"Little Martial Uncle, you haven't returned to the sect for a long time. We've finally reunited, so don't leave!"
"Little Martial Uncle, Xiaowu's culinary skills have improved again. Are you really not going to stay and have a taste?"
The clamor of voices rang in his ears. In the tranquil night, it seemed especially noisy.
But it also brought him a warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time.
Luo Yunxiao met pairs of clear and bright eyes.
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