Chapter 4207
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"What do you mean by a long absence makes the heart grow fonder … Bah, I mean we've reunited after a long time, and we still need to reminisce about the past. I'll take my leave first."
Without waiting for the Si Qing Tribe to react, the [Red Lotus Soul Stealing Blade] turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the horizon.
The chief of the Si Qing Tribe, Jacob, and Wu Meng were left behind with dreamy expressions.
…
Because the Yin Yang Sect was going to the Hidden Abyss tomorrow, Leng Yumo used the teleportation talisman that she didn't have much left.
She had to get back to the Yin-Yang Sect before dawn. Although the Teleport Talisman had sped up her speed, it could only let her go back and forth in one night.
However, Jing Yuan was different.
His cultivation had already reached the Immortal Supremacy Stage. There were only a few people in the entire Xiuxian Continent who were more powerful than him.
Simple teleportation was not a problem at all.
Therefore, it took Leng Yumo more than four hours to get there.
When he returned, not even ten minutes had passed.
However, they didn't enter the Yin Yang Sect directly. Instead, they landed in a valley behind the Yin Yang Sect.
Leng Yumo stood still and looked at Jing Yuan from head to toe.
The more she looked, the deeper her frown became.
She knew that the little monk's cultivation level was very high. Ordinary cold, heat, hunger, and thirst couldn't harm his body or mind.
However, the person in front of him seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Furthermore, he seemed to have lost his spirit and became gloomy and deathly still.
Leng Yumo felt a surge of anger and heartache.
Who on earth had turned her little monk into this?
Just as she was thinking, her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. Jing Yuan looked at her nervously, "Yu Mo, did I look scary just now? Did I scare you? "
Jing Yuan vaguely knew that he had almost entered the state of [Blood Moon].
His body was filled with hatred and he looked like an Asura.
Even demonic cultivators would feel fear and retreat upon seeing it.
What would Yu Mo think of him?
This thought made his heart clench.
However, the girl in front of him revealed a puzzled expression, her brows slightly furrowed.
"What did he look like just now?"
Leng Yumo tried her best to recall, "I was too excited when I first saw you, so I didn't have time to see what you looked like. Why don't you show me again? Was it cool and domineering? Or a demonic one? "
Jing Yuan: "…"
The corners of his mouth curled up unknowingly, and the expression on his face slowly relaxed, revealing the clear joy and sweetness of a young man.
Leng Yumo's heart itched when she saw him like this. She couldn't help but grab the little monk's kasaya and make him lower his head. Then, she gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
However, before she could retreat, she was pressed against the rockery by the little monk who had obediently allowed her to tease him a moment ago. In an instant, his breathing was adjusted.
There seemed to be footsteps and voices coming from not far away in front of the rockery.
Their breaths that were entwined with each other became rapid and hot.
Jing Yuan's grip on her palm felt like it was on fire.
When the kiss ended, the voices gradually faded away.
Leng Yumo poked her head out to take a look.
He should be an outer disciple of the Yin Yang Sect who happened to be passing by.
She retracted her head and looked at the little monk's eyes and cheeks, which seemed to be dyed red by peach blossoms. She couldn't help but burst into laughter. "If someone finds out that you're having an affair with a woman, your innocence will be ruined."
Jing Yuan hugged her, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against the woman's. His voice was slightly breathless. "I've lost my innocence for a long time … I don't want it. I only want you."
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