As a demon saint, Bai Xiong's thought process is relatively simple. If he feels scared, then he might as well run away.
This also made Wu Er save some words.
His facial expression gradually relaxed, and he rubbed his eyes to make his gaze less terrifying.
If you always remain indifferent, you may never be able to come back, because it will quickly become a habit, and your face, which should be smiling, will become stiff.
After Bai Xiong ran far away and disappeared from sight, Wu Er's expression returned to its usual nonchalant state.
"I'm exhausted. This pretentious act is so tiring."
A trace of fatigue appeared on Wu Er's face. He waved his hands a few times, and his body was not as straight as before. If there was something nearby, he would probably go to it immediately.
Compared to before, this person has become a completely different person.
That aloof and detached sword immortal has once again become a lazy, salty fish.
Looking at his senior brother who had changed so much, Xiao Mingmu praised him, "Senior brother, you really had great acting skills just now. The murderous aura you exuded really scared me."
Did I scare you?
Wu Er reached out and rubbed his face, which was stiff from putting on an act, and then put on a smile.
I have to say, that smile is really infectious, making everyone who sees it want to laugh... because that expression is just too funny.
"How about that? I'm not scary anymore, am I?" Wu Er asked with a smile.
"Uh..." Looking at his senior brother's expression, Xiao Mingmu said helplessly, "Senior brother, you should take back that smile. It's easy to frighten your disciple."
Upon hearing this, Wu Er patted his face again, suppressing his smile, and muttered, "How can a smile be scary?"
After the demon saint left, the surrounding air became ethereal, and people felt very comfortable.
After the two brothers finished joking around, the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before.
That's how it is. This group of junior brothers and sisters are the spice of Wu Er's life, and... incidentally, they also act as humidifiers and heaters.
Without them, Wu Er, being an immortal, would probably be bored to death.
When that time comes, I'll really have to live that boring and tasteless life.
Now that the jokes are over, it's time to get down to business.
At least that's what Xiao Mingmu thought.
He looked down and said, "Sigh, the Demon Saint's grand display must have been seen by all the junior disciples. I need to come up with a reason to keep them from panicking."
Just as Xiao Mingmu was about to go back to handle some business, a figure soared into the sky and arrived in front of the two of them.
It was Wo Ningyan.
"Senior Brother, was the Demon Saint here just now?"
Wo Ningyan looked to the left and right, as if searching for something.
Just now, when she saw the demonic clouds rolling in the sky, she seemed to rush out, but Wo Ningyan also knew that her personality was a bit too impulsive, and if they were to talk business, she would easily ruin it, so she held back for a while.
Thinking that if a fight broke out, he would step in to help his senior brother.
Wu Er waved his hand and said, "Don't look anymore, you'll be scared away."
Xiao Mingmu replied from the side, "Yes, they were scared away by just one look from Senior Brother."
"Senior Brother is so amazing!" Upon hearing this, Wo Ningyan was overjoyed. "Ningyan wants a hug!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Wo Ningyan lunged at Wu Er.
Wu Er's face immediately went expressionless, and then he dodged to the side.
Wo Ningyan's reaction was slower than Wu Er's, so she naturally missed her target.
Since it was a pounce, it naturally didn't maintain its airborne state, but instead fell in a parabolic trajectory.
A short while later, a faint "boom" could be heard.
Wu Er activated his divine eye and looked down. He saw that a certain unnamed hill had been smashed down by his junior sister.
"Ahem, Mingmu, I'm off now. If Ningyan keeps causing trouble, please stall her for a while."
After saying that, Wu Er ran off in a flash, flying down from the sky and landing in the mountains of Pengshan Gate.
It is said that there is a lot of fog in the mountains, and that is indeed the case.
Although Pengshan Gate doesn't have any towering mountains, the mountains are very densely packed. In the densest part, there is a mountain that is right next to the whole circle.
There aren't many inhabited hilltops in Pengshan Sect; most of them are deserted, but they've become the best training grounds for the disciples.
As Wu Er roamed among the mountains, he encountered a lot of fog along the way because he didn't use any special magic to protect himself.
The fog that had been hit was also persistent, turning into water and sticking to Wu Er's clothes.
Perhaps the fog was deliberately retaliating, or perhaps Wu Er wasn't paying attention to where he was going.
After flying for a short while, it crashed into several clouds of mist, soaking its clothes.
Clothes sticking to the body isn't very comfortable, but it doesn't affect movement.
Like some things, although they are not very comfortable, they do not affect life.
Perhaps tired from flying, Wu Er simply landed on a random hilltop.
Because of the fog, I couldn't see the mountain clearly.
When his feet touched the ground, the area where Wu Er had been standing was soaked, because his clothes were too wet and would have been like this if he hadn't dealt with them immediately.
People and their surroundings were all enveloped in fog.
However, the water on his body could be evaporated, at least for Wu Er.
After circulating some spiritual energy, wisps of white steam could be seen rising from Wu Er's body.
The moisture on his body evaporated and turned into fog.
"Um...where have we flown to this time? Why is there so much fog?"
Wu Er disliked the excessive fog around him, so he casually waved his hand.
The clothes fluttered, and a gentle breeze blew, quietly pushing the fog aside.
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