Wuya stretched out his slender neck, wanting to take a closer look at Xuanfeng Qian's snow-white skin.
Unexpectedly, Jingzhe casually set up a barrier, making it unable to see anything.
"Gah! It's the Awakening of Insects, why set up a barrier out of the blue?"
It spread its wings lightly, complaining unhappily.
Jingzhe gently stroked its fluffy, round head and said softly, "Men and women are different. Don't look at what you shouldn't."
Wuya said with a wronged expression, "I just wanted to see how the women of the Immortal Realm maintain their skin, how they can have such supple and moisturized skin..."
"Maybe it's just how they are."
Jingzhe took out a delicate little comb from her sleeve and gently combed Wuya's sticky bird head.
Wuya sighed dejectedly and said worriedly, "Her beauty is almost as good as mine! What should I do if His Majesty falls for her?"
Jingzhe's lips twitched wildly, and then a palm-sized diamond-shaped mirror materialized, which she used to take a close-up of Wuya's pale face with its severely cakey makeup.
"Where...where did this white-haired monster come from?"
Wuya stared wide-eyed in astonishment, his eyes fixed on the pale-faced boy in the mirror who looked dazed.
After a while, it remembered that it had applied most of a bottle of skin-smoothing cream.
"Gah! Awakening of Insects, are you making fun of me?"
Seeing that Jingzhe was struggling to suppress his laughter, Wuya realized that Jingzhe was clearly playing a trick on him.
Jingzhe calmly put away the mirror and said in a serious tone, "The most valuable thing about a bird is that it knows itself. A stupid bird like you, who can't distinguish its own gender and can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, will be abandoned by the Demon Lord sooner or later."
"Gah! I'm going to peck you bald!"
Wuya's pride was severely wounded, and he flew into a rage, pecking Jingzhe's forehead repeatedly.
"Number One Divine Bird of the Nine Netherworlds, please have mercy on me!"
Jingzhe covered her head and ran around wildly, occasionally letting out a wild, tsunami-like laugh.
Xuan Fengqian noticed that Jingzhe had thoughtfully set up a barrier around the Rongyue Cold Spring, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, letting the bone-chillingly cold spring water wash over her body again and again.
She had only been in the book for two days, but she seemed to have used up all her energy.
"When will this ever end?"
Xuan Feng sighed sadly, hoping that the White Emperor would arrive quickly to save her from her dire situation.
Otherwise, when that devil returns, she doesn't know if she can withstand his extremely perverse and abusive methods.
Xuan Fengqian grew increasingly anxious as she thought about it, having originally planned to rely on the power of the gods to foresee when Leng Ye would return.
For some reason, the power of the gods was not under her control; it moved as nimbly as a snake or as surging as a river coursing through her veins.
"How strange! Could it be that my cultivation is too shallow, and I am not able to control the power of the gods?"
Xuanfeng's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she murmured to herself thoughtfully.
"Little Princess, is that you?"
Just then, a gentle and clear voice came from the ethereal void.
Xuan Fengqian suddenly turned around and saw a tall, slender man in white standing in the misty fog.
"who?"
She gently parted the mist before her eyes and was suddenly startled to find that she was no longer in the Melting Moon Cold Spring.
Before she could figure out what was going on, the man in white was already walking towards her, his steps carried by the gentle breeze.
"Little Princess, where have you gone?" he asked Xuan Fengqian anxiously, his words filled with concern.
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