Wu Qian

A group of young men in purple looked in that direction, opened their mouths for a moment, and then forced a smile that looked like they were about to cry.

They stood in a row, laughing, and took the time to give each other a look that said "Why did you call me out?" and "You're really going to kill me today."

Wu Yaya remained silent, and pulled up the boy who was kneeling beside her and put him in front of her.

"Young Master, please find someone else..." Wu Xiaogou's smile was stiff, the tears in his eyes fell, and he pleaded in a low voice to the people behind him.

"This young master trusts you!" Wu Yaya pinched the soft flesh on his waist to prevent him from leaving, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Stop talking and come over here!"

Wu Xiaogou smiled, but his tears fell harder and harder, and it was unclear whether he was scared or in pain.

Large clouds of black mist poured into the gemstones of various sizes on the golden handle of a short knife. The tall figure raised his white hand and turned the short knife.

However, he did not walk towards the young men. Instead, he stopped not far away and looked at the white figure surrounded by thin clouds in front of him.

"High Priest..." Jiang Jingyuan muttered unconsciously in his heart, looking back at the figure calmly without avoiding or avoiding his gaze.

The layers of intricate purple robes were embroidered with large, ancient and mysterious patterns in silver thread, and amidst the silver and white, golden auspicious birds were embroidered, weakening the ancient simplicity and giving it a sense of flamboyance and extravagance...

His fair hands caressed the golden mask, upon which were delicately carved feathers in unrestrained poses. He tilted his head slightly and raised the corner of his mouth towards Jiang Jingyuan.

"I know, I know!"

Suddenly, the child's deliberately suppressed excited voice rang in my ears, "This is what they call, beat the little one and the old one will come!"

Jiang Jingyuan could barely maintain her composure. She turned away, feeling inexplicably guilty, a sharp pain in her teeth. "Don't say that in front of him! Do you think he won't hear you if you lower your voice?!"

However, the child's burning gaze was still fixed on her, and the evil pink ball was still yelling, "Isn't it right? Am I right? I'm smart, right?"

Jiang Jingyuan frowned and ignored her.

"right……"

A gentle chuckle came on the wind.

The expressions on Jiang Jingyuan's and that evil pink ball's faces both cracked.

They slowly turned their heads to look at each other, and when their eyes met, both of them turned their heads away quickly as if their eyes were pierced by something sharp.

The high priest, however, seemed to have seen something very interesting and chuckled softly.

Right…right? ! !

No denial, no denial! Is the high priest trying to back them up?

On the other side, a group of young men in purple clothes listened, their eyes lighting up.

Wu Yaya also slowly let go of the hand that was pinching the young man in front of her, with a hesitant look on her face - the high priest seemed to be in a good mood today, so nothing should happen next, right?

The little witch dog in front staggered two steps with tears in his eyes, and took the opportunity to quickly get away from the people behind him - as expected, when there is no danger, the young master is the most dangerous.

And why does he have to come every time? Even if he says something, the young master won’t listen, and he has to bear these unnecessary disasters.

"Master Priest!" The thin man in blue suddenly stepped forward, his brows filled with annoyance, but he suppressed his malice and shouted in as calm a tone as possible, "The young master just agreed to our deal!"

Damn…Wu Yaya’s pupils shrank.

Hearing this, the purple-robed youths standing in a row all cast sympathetic glances at her. As they watched with sympathy, they couldn't help but think, "With their eyes fixed on the young master, those old folks in the clan won't pay any attention to them anymore, will they?"

The expression on Wu Yaya's face suddenly became distorted and hideous.

At the same time, the three women in blue beside the man in blue opened their eyes wide in shock and astonishment, looking at him in disbelief. They opened their mouths but didn't know what to say.

The facial features of the thin man in blue twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to contain strong and overwhelming emotions as he stared straight at the tall figure in purple not far away.

The obviously younger woman in blue moved her lips and said, "No..."

The young master alone was enough to make them angry but unable to speak out, let alone the arrival of a high priest? They had no choice but to swallow this loss, so how could they question or discuss it?

Another man in blue who looked very serious and old-fashioned stepped forward and stared at her intently.

Suddenly, the women in blue seemed to have thought of something, the shock and anxiety on their faces faded away, and they lowered their heads slightly and fell silent.

"Can the rules between Nanwu and Xi that have been in place for more than a hundred years be disregarded by the young master?!" The thin man in blue was trembling slightly, not knowing whether he was afraid or extremely angry.

Wu Yaya didn't dare to say a word.

The young men lowered their heads silently and huddled close to each other, as if they wanted to hug each other.

The high priest not far away heard this and asked without turning around, "What deal?"

Instead of sending them away or ignoring them directly, whether you are curious or really listen to what they say, this is an opportunity to negotiate!

The five people in blue were immediately cheered up.

The young men in purple looked at each other, and their hands that were holding each other's clothes instantly let go, and they breathed a sigh of relief and stood up again.

“Kill her!!”

The skinny man in blue suddenly raised his hand and pointed it viciously at the girl in white who was listening to all this with a calm expression. It seemed as if he wanted to burn a hole in the figure out of thin air. His action was so fierce that it made his heart heave violently.

A gaze with a clear smile fell on him. Jiang Jingyuan glanced at the high priest with an indifferent expression and asked, "Do you want to fight?"

There was not a single ups and downs in the clear and cool voice.

Fight! Fight, fight, fight!! The evil pink ball, held by the gray mist, had sparkling eyes, eager to answer for the high priest. She looked at Jiang Jingyuan excitedly, her face full of anticipation.

"No."

However, the high priest ultimately failed to live up to her expectations.

The purple-robed man shook his head slightly, the golden feathers on his mask trembling slightly. His voice was light and indifferent: "The Wu Clan does not wish to get involved in the disturbances of the outside world."

When did this happen to the Wu clan? The purple-robed teenagers blinked their eyes, confused. Were all those previous incidents of teasing cats and dogs the work of ghosts?

"Can--"

The skinny man in blue looked at his back with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression. He opened his mouth and made a sound before he was hurriedly pulled away by several fellow disciples beside him.

The high priest glanced at them casually and said, "Waste."

His gaze fell on the purple-clad teenagers standing in rows, "You too."

The purple-clothed teenagers kept their mouths shut and dared not say a word.

The ferocious-looking man in blue looked as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. The anger, resentment and bitterness on his face instantly disappeared.

The same words were said by the arrogant girl in white whose origin and background were unknown. They would think resentfully, "Who do you think you are?" and "Why do you do that?"

But the one who said this was the high priest of the Wu clan. They had no complaints in their hearts, only chilling feelings towards themselves, not even resentment.

No matter how harsh the words are, they will only think about the obvious huge difference between themselves and the other party, and will toss and turn every night and hate themselves because of a word from a superior.

"Really..." Jiang Jingyuan's expression remained calm.

She stared into the eyes of the man in purple not far away and said slowly, "I want to know...your name."

As soon as these words came out, the purple-clothed teenagers' faces were instantly filled with anger. They instantly forgot their previous fear and glared at her one by one, "How dare you?!"

The high priest raised his hand.

The young men in purple fell silent instantly, but they still glared angrily at the figure above.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't pay attention to them, his eyes always fixed on the golden feather mask covering the face of the man in purple.

The high priest looked at her, raised his hand and touched the golden mask, smiled, and said: "My name is...

"Wu Qian."

The collapsed buildings revealed a vast expanse of sky and earth. His voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, yet it was clearly heard by everyone.

The purple-robed teenagers opened their mouths unconsciously, staring blankly at the tall purple-robed figure, their eyes filled with shock and heartache for themselves—

It hurts, so much. Are they not as good as an outsider?!

This was the first time they knew the name of this high priest who suddenly appeared out of nowhere one day...

The five people in blue looked at the expressions on their faces, as if they understood something. Suddenly, a strong sense of bitterness and helplessness arose in their hearts, almost bringing them to tears.

Is this what genius is? Wherever... I'm treated with great favor...

On the other hand, they have been drifting with the tide for decades, living a mediocre life, and in the end they are left with confusion.

"That's better."

Jiang Jingyuan withdrew his gaze. The mist around him picked up the pink-dressed child and threw him to the street under the ruins. He turned around and walked alone on the ruins.

Behind her, Wu Qian watched her go with a smile.

“Wait for me!!!”

A shrill scream suddenly rang out between heaven and earth. The evil pink ball gritted its teeth, shed tears, and ran desperately up the ruins with its short arms and legs.

The girl in white who was walking slowly in front suddenly paused and started walking very fast as if she was escaping.

“Wait for me, wait for me—” The little girl ran all the way, shedding tears as big as beans. She stretched out her short arms towards Jiang Jingyuan’s back, “Don’t leave me, wuwuwu… Don’t leave me!!”

She opened her mouth and cried loudly, then with a "thump", she tripped over a piece of wood and fell forward like a ball, landing on the ruins.

Unable to stand up due to the pain in her legs, the little girl slumped down on the ruins, spreading out her bleeding palms that had been pierced by stones and wood chips, and wailing loudly towards Jiang Jingyuan with her eyes closed and mouth open.

"How cruel! He just says he doesn't want his own healthy child..." A young man in purple clothes at the back muttered in a low voice.

Jiang Jingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank: "!!!"

"It has nothing to do with me!" Jiang Jingyuan's expression was distorted. He turned his head and said something, then turned back and continued walking.

"It has something to do with you, it has something to do with you!" The evil pink ball burst into tears, staggered to its feet, and chased after her. "I have something to do with you, I have something to do with you!! Mother, mother, mother! I am from your family!!"

Feeling the dozens of strange or condemning gazes falling on his back, Jiang Jingyuan finally gave up.

"What a cruel heart! You're just giving up like this..." The young man's voice murmured again, "I suddenly feel that my mother is so good to me..."

Another young man's voice murmured, "I think so, too. When I put a powerful laxative in my parents' water, they just beat me up and didn't abandon me..."