A grand wedding! Glory to the righteous path! Glory to Qingyun Sect! Glory to Dazhu Peak!
This has greatly enriched the new generation of talent in Dazhufeng.
...
Fox Hill.
When Biyao received the message, it was already seven days later.
Murong Fu, a core disciple of the Qingyun Sect, married a Daoist partner from one of the seven sects.
Biyao was dumbfounded.
I can't believe it at all.
How dare he!
Aren't you afraid of being killed by those hypocrites who believe in the righteous path?
The key point is that the entire cultivation world is talking about it with great interest, and no one is calling for its destruction.
This is even more incredible.
Biyao quickly arrived at Youji's training room.
"Aunt You..."
"No need to say anything, I already knew." Youji waved her hand expressionlessly. "I was watching from a distance at the wedding that day."
"and you……"
“We are on different paths from him, and we cannot work together!” Youji interrupted Biyao again. “Let those years be beautiful memories, and there is no need to mention them again.”
"But……"
"No buts!"
Youji didn't give her a chance to finish speaking.
Biyao was both amused and exasperated. Why was it so difficult to say a few words?
"Aunt You, I..."
"I've already said it, there's no need to say it again!"
Yu Ji interrupted again.
Biyao looked distressed, but then suddenly realized that Youji was already in tears.
“Aunt You, you’re crying…” Biyao was stunned.
These tears are a tribute to a love that was never meant to be ours.
Youji sighed and left the cultivation room.
"Aunt You..."
Biyao reached out her hand, staring blankly at Youji's disappearing figure.
suddenly.
A burly figure appeared at the doorway.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
Biyao was a little flustered, wondering if her father had overheard their conversation.
Wanren glanced at Biyao with a cold look, then grabbed her arm and sensed her presence briefly.
You're pregnant!
The sound of thousands of people walking around was chilling, as if it came from a frozen hell.
"Huh? I'm pregnant?"
Biyao panicked completely, her face contorted in disarray.
Thinking back on it, I was only focused on having fun during that time and never thought about contraception.
only.
She wasn't ready to be a mother yet.
Not to mention, now that my father has found out, I might be killed with a single blow.
Biyao, with a mournful face, said, "Father, please let me explain..."
Wan Renwang asked with a stern face, "Is the child's father Murong Fu?"
"Father, you know?" Biyao was taken aback.
"When did this happen?" Wan Renwang asked in return.
Biyao lowered her head and hesitated before answering, "A few days ago, I went with Aunt You to investigate the Blood Refining Hall and happened to run into Murong Fu..."
At this point, Biyao couldn't continue.
Wanren sneered, "So you and Youji were captivated by his charm?"
“No, he forced us.” Biyao shook her head repeatedly.
"He forced you, a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator?" Wan Renwang continued to sneer.
“He…he…” Biyao stammered, instinctively wanting to tell the truth, but not wanting to reveal Murong Fu’s true cultivation level.
"He has a water unicorn?" Wan Renwang raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, right!" Biyao's eyes darted around, and she nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. "The Water Kirin is too strong. Aunt You and I couldn't fight back."
After saying this, Biyao wore a pained smile, closed her eyes, and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
She was prepared to die.
Wanren asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
"Father, you won't kill me?"
Biyao opened her eyes and stared at Wanrenwang in surprise.
"snort!"
"You are my daughter. If anyone should be killed, it should be that scoundrel. Why should I kill you?" Wan Renwang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the room.
"don't want!"
"Don't kill him!"
Biyao chased after him, but Wanrenwang had already disappeared.
Biyao stared blankly into the distance, feeling utterly lost and helpless.
unconsciously,
Two lines of clear tears soaked the ground.
Am I too late?
Suddenly, a familiar, warm breeze blew past my ears.
"You...! How did you get here?"
Biyao was startled and stared intently at the person beside her, who turned out to be Murong Fu.
Murong Fu made a flying motion and shrugged, saying, "Your Fox Ridge Mountain's defenses are practically non-existent. I just flew right in."
Biyao was even more surprised upon hearing this, "Then you didn't see my father?"
Murong Fu shrugged again: "Yes, I saw him. I even greeted him."
"ah?"
Biyao couldn't believe it.
"Hehe, I was just kidding. My invisibility is excellent; your dad can't detect me."
Murong Fu gently pinched her nose, chuckled, and then swept Biyao up in his arms and closed the door.
"No, this is Aunt You's room..."
Wouldn't that be even better?
"No, I'm pregnant."
"I'll let the child know in advance."
"..."
I don't know how much time passed.
The place is deserted.
If she hadn't been so exhausted, Biyao would have thought it was all an illusion.
The back of Fox Hill.
Xiaohanlou.
Yu Ji sat alone by the railing, gazing at the distant scenery.
A familiar, gentle voice whispered in my ear: "The scenery here is exceptionally beautiful; it would be too lonely to enjoy it alone."
"How did you get here? Are you crazy?"
Youji's pupils widened in shock. Murong Fu had actually come to the very core area of the Demonic Sect headquarters all by himself!
"Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm crazy for you."
Murong Fu kissed her.
Actions speak louder than words.
"No, there are people here..."
"No need to worry, I have already set up an illusion array."
Murong Fu lingered there, reluctant to leave.
They left a day later.
Men are not afraid of having multiple wives and concubines, but they are afraid of favoring one wife over another.
Murong Fu is a good man; he treats everyone equally.
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