Where's the supposed gentle and considerate fiancé (1)
Seeing that Di Ming Jue's face is so gloomy that it could drip water, Muyan gently shakes it.
"Lord Vinegar Jar, how does it feel to be ridiculed by your students?"
Di Ming Jue sneers sinisterly: "They're dead meat!"
Leng Yumo and the others, who had just been talking enthusiastically, suddenly shivers.
Muyan grabs the man's sleeve, pulling him slightly forward, and whispers in his ear, "But I especially like it when you're jealous for me. In the whole world, I like you the most. "
As she finishes speaking, she sees the man's earlobe turn red at a visible rate.
Unfortunately, that peerlessly handsome face still has a grave and stern appearance, making Muyan's heart itch terribly.
How she wishes that it's only the two of them right now, so that she can properly tease her dear fiancé.
Unfortunately, there are too many eyes right now, so it's not the right time.
Muyan pulls Di Ming Jue to stand in front of Luo Yunxiao, and looks up at him, "Little Martial Uncle, I don't know if the Netherworld Domain and the Polar Domain are enemies, but in our eyes, you're only our Little Martial Uncle, a member of our Xiaoyao Sect. Just like Di Ming Jue, in my heart, he's only my fiancé, the person I love. It has nothing to do with him being the Polar Domain's Sovereign. "
"So Little Martial Uncle, if you're planning to leave because you have a different position from Di Ming Jue, then there's no need. But if you have other things to do and want to leave, we definitely won't stop you. "
"The Xiaoyao Sect will never be your shackles, but a home where you can turn around and rest whenever you feel tired."
The sunlight falls on Luo Yunxiao's ink-black eyes, and there seems to be something breaking apart inside, turning into a sparkling stream of light.
His gaze sweeps over Muyan, Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu … everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect.
There's no suspicion in those eyes, no hesitation, no blame for concealing his identity, only trust and understanding that he's a close relative.
Luo Yunxiao suddenly lowers his eyes, his hands tightly clenching into fists.
You don't know what my real identity is?
You have no idea what kind of calamity will befall you if you get close to me.
He moved his lips, wanting to say a cold farewell, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't utter a single syllable because his throat was dry.
So many years, so many years!
The Xiao Yao Sect was his only resting place.
Chi Wen, his master, and these people in front of him were the only warmth and hope he had left in this life.
If, even they lost.
If, even standing under the same blue sky as Muyan, looking at her from afar, guarding her would not have the qualifications.
What would be left of his life?
He had tried so hard to find those things, tried so hard to survive, but for what?
"Little Martial Uncle, say something! Just say that you won't leave the Cultivation World, okay? "
"Hmph, it's fine even if Little Martial Uncle left. When we ascend, we can still go look for him. When the time comes, the Carefree Sect will reunite. "
Luo Yunxiao could no longer control the surging emotions in her chest and the tears that seeped into her eyes. She abruptly turned around.
"Little Martial Uncle!"
"Stop quarreling!" Luo Yunxiao said in a hoarse voice, "When one of you comes out of the real Blood Slaughtering Sword Array alive, I'll naturally come to check. Now that the whole world knows that I'm a member of the Xiaoyao Sect, you'd better not embarrass me. "
After saying that, he disappeared into the sky like a shooting star, without waiting for the seven people to react.
The seven people were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.
(End of this chapter)
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