"Baibai, you can call me Xiao Changhen from now on." Yuetong raised her head and looked at Yan Baibai seriously, saying in all seriousness: "Since you like Xiao Changhen, then I am Xiao Changhen. Anyway, it's all me."
"Saint Moon Eye, I've already said, I'm not your Baibai." Yan Baibai pushed Xiao Changhen hard, finally breaking free from his embrace. She raised her head and looked him in the eye with a firm gaze: "I am Yan Baibai, a disciple of the Yanjian Sect, a sword cultivator Yan Baibai!"
Yuetong looked at her, trying hard to control her emotions. She quickly recalled the Jueqing Sutra she had read not long ago and silently recited its contents. Only then did she finally make the person in front of her take several steps back.
"You..." Yue Tong stood up again, took a deep breath, and then slowly let go of her hands. She smiled at Yan Baibai and said, "Call me Xiao Changhen."
"Moon pupil..."
"Xiao Changhen."
Moon pupils...ah no, there was childish stubbornness in Xiao Changhen's eyes.
"Okay..." Yan Baibai narrowed his eyes slightly, not wanting to look at the obvious paranoia, and said, "Saint of Everlasting Regret."
"Baibai, call me Xiao Changhen, okay?"
Tsk, he really is not giving in.
"Xiao Changhen." Yan Baibai's gaze moved slightly upwards, and once again met Xiao Changhen's eyes.
Yan Baibai saw a smile in his eyes.
"Xiao Changhen, I think my fellow disciples must be very worried about me." Yan Baibai looked down. There was a fog under the tung tree. She couldn't see the situation under the tree, and she guessed that she couldn't see the situation above from below.
Yan Baibai knew that it was Yue... Xiao Changhen who did it. He was the only one here who could do this.
The next moment, the fog under the tree suddenly dissipated, and the people on the tree could see the situation under the tree clearly, and the people under the tree could also see the situation on the tree clearly.
Everyone under the tree focused their attention on the white-haired man next to Yan Baibai. At this time, no one let go of their weapons. When they saw the fog dissipate, they couldn't help but straighten their backs and tighten their weapons when they met the other party's inadvertent gaze.
Yan Baibai didn't notice the undercurrent surging under the tree. The first person she saw was the injured Lu Wuxiu.
Yan Baibai flew down and moved towards Yanjian Sect.
"Senior sister, are you okay?" "Junior brother, are you okay?"
The two voices rang out at the same time. After checking each other's bodies, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Baibai, who are they?" Xiao Changhen suddenly appeared behind Yan Baibai, took a step closer to Yan Baibai, and asked.
"They are my fellow disciples." Yan Baibai introduced the names and identities of several people one by one.
"Hello, my name is Xiao Changhen." Xiao Changhen nodded to the people from Yanjian Sect as a greeting.
Naturally, everyone under the tree focused all their attention on Xiao Changhen and Yanjianzong. When they heard Xiao Changhen's introduction, everyone was surprised.
The moment they saw him, everyone had already tacitly accepted that he was the master of the Moon Eye Ghost Realm. After all, he was so strong that even just by releasing his pressure or simply standing there, one could feel his power.
But now, that person actually said that his name was Xiao Changhen, a name that had never been heard of before. Since such a strong man appeared, the believers outside the barrier were only speaking respectfully, indicating that he was from the White Eyed Ghost Realm.
If he is not Yuetong, his identity in the Baitong ghost world must be extraordinary, and may be equivalent to the strength of a sect elder or leader.
Such a strong man actually surrendered to the Moon-Pupil Saint. So, how powerful must the Moon-Pupil Saint be?
The strength of the White Eyed Ghost Realm is so terrifying!
"Hello, senior." Shi Lidan, the team leader, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Xiao Changhen. He looked up and asked, "Do you know Junior Sister Yan?"
"We knew each other a long time ago." Xiao Changhen looked past Shi Lidan and looked at Yan Baibai who was supporting Lu Wuxiu behind him. He said slowly, "It's just that she has forgotten me now."
Seeing that Xiao Changhen didn't seem to have any hostility, the people from the other teams all came over here.
"Senior, I am Leng Aotian, the Holy Son of the Tianji Pavilion." Leng Aotian stepped forward, bowed deeply to Xiao Changhen, and continued, "We from the Tianji Pavilion did not intentionally intrude here..."
Leng Aotian briefly explained the reasons and process for coming here. Anyway, everything happened for a reason and it was definitely not a provocation.
"So do we."
Seeing that the people from Tianji Pavilion came forward to explain first, the people from other teams also stood up to express their positions.
Regarding this matter, when he tore through space and returned to the Baitong Ghost Realm, Xiao Changhen saw the ancient formation set up by Tonghua and knew the whole story.
But he also knew that some of these people came here not just for Wu Nianhua.
Leng Shuo of Bingxian City came to steal his Concentration Rope and Soul Gathering Lamp, while the Holy Son of Tianji Pavilion came to find a way to revive his spirit vein.
As for Baibai and the others, they were probably there for Wunianhua.
Since she wanted it, he would of course give it to her.
Xiao Changhen pursed his lips and was about to say something to Yan Baibai when a sharp sound of air piercing came from the horizon. Before anyone could look in the direction of the sound, they caught a glimpse of a ball of purple light rushing towards them.
"Daddy, why didn't you bring me with you when you came back?"
The purple light dissipated, and a six-year-old boy in gorgeous clothes appeared beside Xiao Changhen. His little face was puffed up, which brought a touch of vitality to his overly delicate face.
He appeared, the male protagonist of the first mission with a child appeared!
Yan Baibai had just finished sighing in her heart when she saw the boy suddenly turn around and look at her. When her eyes met those purple eyes, Yan Baibai's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Mother!"
A flash of purple light appeared, and Yan Baibai felt something warm in her arms. She looked down and met those purple eyes again.
However, this time, Zi Tong's eyes were filled with countless grievances, and her eyes were full of tears, looking so pitiful.
"Zi Er hates mother to death. Zi Er doesn't like mother at all and doesn't miss mother at all. Since mother doesn't want me anymore, I don't want you either."
While accusing Yan Baibai with his mouth, his hands were tightly holding Yan Baibai's neck.
Yan Baibai's collar was wet again.
Even if the identity changes a lot, the eyes can never lie.
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