When Shen Jiao and Qinglang Sword Saint arrived at the inn without stopping, Mu Yang was barely clinging to life. In fact, she could have had a couple more breaths, but her senior brother said there was a very short path, and it would be a huge loss not to take it!
And so, true to my word, I got lost again.
No wonder the Sword Saint of Qinglang didn't travel the world. He wandered around Yunwu Mountain for almost his entire life and still couldn't figure it out. Where else could he go?
The white hair and youthful face of the Azure Sword Saint were well-known throughout the martial arts world. Someone shouted, "The Pavilion Master is here! Make way!"
When the crowd watching the commotion in the lobby saw the big leader arrive, they quickly made way for him, bowing and greeting him in unison, but then they caught a glimpse of the black skirt embroidered with gold roses.
Huh? A skirt? Holy crap, long time no see, has the Azure Sword Saint started to have a taste for this?
Everyone, look up. You don't see the Azure Sword Saint in a skirt. Instead, you see a beautiful young girl swaggering ahead of the big leader.
Who is this girl?
What is his/her identity?
Why does the Sword Saint of Qinglang still treat him with such indulgence and kindness?
Could it be that when the Sword Saint of Qinglang got lost in his middle age, he was reckless and ignorant, and accidentally fell in love with a woman in his twilight years, and that this led to the birth of their illegitimate daughter?
Now that the illegitimate daughter has returned, is Young Master Qingfeng's status as the young master of the pavilion still secure?
Everyone had different thoughts and looked shocked, as if they had just heard some big gossip.
Shen Jiao had no idea that she had transformed from the junior sister of the Azure Sword Saint into his illegitimate daughter. She ran with all her might, bursting through the door, and shouted first, "Your Majesty!"
A dense crowd of people knelt in the room, leaving almost no space to stand. The people kneeling on the ground were from two factions: disciples of the Sword Forging Manor on the left and disciples of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion on the right. They were all startled by Shen Jiao's powerful voice.
What's with this brazen little girl again? She dares to barge in like that! Does she have a death wish?
Just now, Miss Shenyu from the Marquis of Anbo's mansion came to plead for mercy, but before she even reached the door, she was kicked away by the tyrant.
Oh no, oh no, it's all over. The disciples felt a chill in their hearts. The tyrant had just said that if even one person spoke up to plead for mercy, he would not spare a single one.
Shen Jiao felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. It was originally very heavy and gloomy, but now it gave her the illusion that she had accidentally entered a funeral hall.
No way? Although she's not a handsome prince charming or a legendary hero riding on a colorful cloud, she's definitely here to save people?
Why do you look like you've given up on life?
Do you look down on her that much?
Well, to be honest, she herself has little confidence in a capricious tyrant.
Seeing that Shen Jiao was stunned, the disciples all began to wonder how this little brat would die. Her screams were so piercing; the tyrant would surely make sure she was reduced to ashes.
However, Shen Yu was kicked away by the tyrant before she could even utter a sound? How come this girl is still standing perfectly fine?
Shen Jiao wasn't frightened. What a joke! Under the tyrant's careful upbringing, she had seen far more bloody scenes than this. She was just a little embarrassed that no one had told her beforehand that so many brothers and sisters were kneeling inside.
She seemed to have shouted quite loudly just now? I wonder if her voice cracked? Will others think that this beautiful woman is not gentle at all?
The people kneeling at the head were a man and a woman.
Shen Jiao recognized the girl; she was Yu Wushuang, a woman of exceptional talent and skill in both literature and martial arts, known as a heroine among women. As for this young man, she had never met him before.
But that wasn't the point. Shen Jiao quickly shifted her attention to the tyrant. She saw Ji Yan tightly gripping Mu Yang's neck, the latter looking like he was about to embark on a pilgrimage to the West, as if he were about to meet the Buddha.
She seriously suspected that this guy, Brother Mu, might have dug up a tyrant's grave in his past life, since he gets beaten up every now and then.
Upon hearing the sound, Ji Yan looked up at her, her naturally upturned eyes slightly curved upwards, her gaze dark and unfathomable.
Shen Jiao felt a little weak.
Ji Yan: "Why are you here?"
Upon hearing this, the disciples exclaimed: "Huh? They're talking about it now? It seems like there's still some hope for them?"
Shen Jiao didn't know how to save this unfortunate child surnamed Mu while protecting herself. Time was of the essence, and she didn't have time to think. She threw herself at Ji Yan, "Your Majesty."
"So clumsy." Ji Yan thought the frizzy hamster would advise him to spare her, but unexpectedly she hugged him first.
He couldn't describe his feelings, only that he instinctively caught Shen Jiao and hugged the soft, fluffy hamster tightly.
The tyrant released his grip decisively, and the half-dead Mu Yang immediately fell to the ground, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. He felt dizzy, seeing stars, short of breath, and his mind went blank, almost causing him to die.
Mu Yang greedily inhaled the air, breathing so hard that she began to cough incessantly. When the coughing became too severe, fearing the tyrant's displeasure, she had to cover her mouth with trembling hands, tears and snot streaming down her face, looking utterly pathetic.
Just a moment ago, he was truly on the brink of death, only one step away from seeing the Ox-Headed and Horse-Face demons.
Seeing that the tyrant had let go, Yu Wushuang's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from her chin to the ground.
She had seen Shen Jiao once from afar. Although the two had no interaction, at this moment, the only one who would dare to rush in and stop the tyrant was that girl who looked somewhat like Shen Qingye.
Qingfeng remained expressionless, completely unconcerned about who the newcomer was.
It wasn't until he realized that his long-lost master was standing beside him, grinning foolishly as if he had bumped into something, that a hint of doubt, barely noticeable even with a magnifying glass, appeared on his calm expression.
What's so funny about this?
Could it be that after all these years, his master has finally developed Alzheimer's?
Oh no, his master actually has Alzheimer's? Qingfeng felt he had discovered a very serious problem.
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