Chapter 967 The Lord is Not Skilled at Spelling People's Hearts 31
"Some people in the martial arts world regard those who live in the border regions as aliens and wantonly take their lives in the name of acting on behalf of Heaven."
"As the ruler of this territory, it is only natural that I must avenge them."
"Don't worry, Huanhuan. A life for a life. I will never harm the innocent."
As for the Emei Sect, its martial prowess will simply be much weaker than before.
It's just a lesson learned.
Song Jinhuan understood. "Have the murderers been found?"
"Yes, more than ten people, distributed across various sects."
Yu Sheng paused, his gaze sweeping over her face.
Song Jinhuan touched her face and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think I'm too cruel?" Yu Sheng appeared calm on the surface, but was actually very uneasy inside.
His hands, tucked under his sleeves, unconsciously clenched tightly.
Song Jinhuan shook her head. "No."
"If I were killed, I would hope that someone would avenge me."
She couldn't help but think of that outsider; when she was desperate and had nowhere to hide, she hadn't been without hope.
She hoped someone would stand behind her.
Unfortunately, the strong all stood on that side, which is a disgrace to those who cultivate immortality.
In short, she had a very bad impression of cultivators.
Yu Sheng noticed that she was in low spirits and that she was very afraid of death, which could be seen from her wish.
However… a dark glint flashed in the man's eyes. If something happened to her, it wouldn't just be a matter of one life being implicated.
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Every place has the Fulai Inn, and those who stay there are usually disciples of reputable sects.
Disciples of some minor sects would make do for the night in trees, on rooftops, or in dilapidated temples.
The first thing Song Jinhuan and Yu Sheng did after descending the mountain was to go to the cloth shop to buy two sets of clothes.
"Could you style my hair like a martial arts master's?" the man asked expectantly, holding a bright green hairpin in his hand.
Song Jinhuan was eager to try, "Okay!"
Yu Sheng sat down, his back to her.
The man's hair was black and shiny, and he had a lot of hair.
Perhaps because she always wore pigtails, after pulling them apart, they had small curls.
Especially the small curls behind the ears.
Song Jinhuan used the tip of a jade hairpin to divide his hair into two parts, then tied the upper part into a small bun and secured it with the hairpin.
She walked up to him, crossed her arms, and looked at him for a while. "Ah Sheng, you don't look like someone who's involved in the underworld."
Yu Sheng tentatively touched the back of his head. "What does that look like?"
Song Jinhuan leaned down, curled her fingers to lift his chin, and looked him up and down.
Yu Sheng turned his face in agreement.
"He seems more like a young nobleman from a scholarly family."
Beneath the crescent-white robe, his body stood as upright as a pine tree.
Yu Sheng's deep, almond-shaped eyes held a hint of innocence. "Does Huanhuan like that kind of man?"
Song Jinhuan smiled, pursing her lips.
The man's breath hitched slightly. Could it be that she really liked that kind of thing?
"I like Ah Sheng like this~" she said, and then leaned in to kiss him again.
Yu Sheng's pupils dilated slightly, and joy welled up from the deepest part of his being.
He then pressed down on her shoulder, saying, "Huanhuan, you can't do this before we're married."
Seeing that her attempt to kiss him had backfired, Song Jinhuan coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, "Ah Sheng's reactions are getting faster and faster."
Yu Sheng realized once again that his future wife really liked his appearance and body.
Emotional progress: 60.
Upon learning of his wife's passing, Ren Chengyun rushed to Mount Emei overnight, and a day and a night later, he found his wife's body.
Ren Nianchan burst into tears upon seeing her father. "Father, we must take revenge! We must seek justice for our mother."
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