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After realizing this familiar feeling, Wu Manshuang felt a chill in her heart.

You know, the root poison flowing in Wu Man Shuang's blood is not just a deadly poison that can kill anyone with just one touch.

Over the years, Ji Qinghong and the leader of Danfeng Peak had studied Wu Manshuang's special physique, while Yan Luoyue and Chang Lili came up with more ideas and assisted.

After many experiments, everyone finally came to a conclusion.

That is to say, in essence, the poison in Wu Man Shuang's blood is not a poison.

This is a kind of gathering of power that is more pure than poison.

As for what exactly this power is...

Before reaching the final conclusion, Ji Qinghong sent the leader of Danfeng away in a tactful manner.

The leader of Danfeng Peak has a better temper and is not as research-oriented as Chang Lili.

So even though she was taken for a walk, she didn't show any dissatisfaction, and safely returned to the peak with the two storage bags given by Ji Qinghong as a thank-you gift.

On the contrary, Chang Lili's eyes turned green whenever she looked at Wu Manshuang from that day on.

It's like they're ready to cut a piece off his body at any time to study whether burying his muscle tissue in the soil can cause land desertification...

Wu Manshuang: “…”

For a long time, Wu Manshuang deliberately took a detour whenever she passed by Danfeng.

Well, anyway, after sending away the leader of Danfeng and Chang Lili and her daughter, Ji Qinghong had a private conversation with Wu Manshuang.

Ji Qinghong said: "On the surface, you can understand your blood as poison."

“Just like no matter whether the carrier is a turtle shell, animal skin, bamboo slips or paper, humans all understand things with written records as books. This is a kind of interpretation of the known.”

Wu Manshuang pondered for a while, then calmly raised her head and asked, "What about the reality?"

Ji Qinghong's face showed his signature half-smile, as if he found it very interesting.

He gave his young disciple a meaningful look and said with a leisurely smile, "I heard that Luo Yue gave you your name?"

Wu Manshuang did not deliberately publicize this matter, nor could she hide it. Even if Ji Qinghong knew about it, it would not be surprising.

Wu Manshuang nodded and said frankly, "The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is full of frost. I think this name is very good."

Hearing this line of poetry that contains the words "falling moon", "covered with frost" and "crows' cries", Ji Qinghong's smile gradually widened.

"It is indeed a good name, but you know what - in the legend, the Crow's Crying Fire and the Frost-filled Stone are one moving and one still, one yin and one yang, one bright and one dark, one life and one death."

"The fire of the crow's cry is the yang life that nothing can bear, and the stone covered with frost is the yin death that nothing can resist."

After saying this, Ji Qinghong stopped talking.

With a smile on his face, he stared at Wu Manshuang and counted silently in his mind: one, two, three...

Before she could count to five, Wu Manshuang suddenly raised her head.

"You mean..."

“So I said, your name is very interesting.”

Ji Qinghong propped up his chin and looked at Wu Manshuang with a curious expression, as if he were a blind person seeing colors for the first time.

—After all, this might be walking, talking froststone.

"Although there is no evidence to prove it, I guess that perhaps your 'poison' nature contains the path to death."

Ultimately, no one has conducted further experiments to verify the authenticity of this speculation.

But as she grew older and more capable, Wu Manshuang herself gradually became aware of this.

The Frost-filled Stone is one of the three most famous sacred objects along with the Moon-falling Wood and the Crow's Crying Fire.

On this basis, what could be the thing that could make Wu Manshuang feel like an old enemy and be willing to fight to the death, and it was destined to be a fight to the death?

He took Yan Luoyue's hand, and the two exchanged glances silently.

There is no need for any signals or gestures, just a brief eye contact is enough for them to convey many meanings that cannot be expressed in words.

——You feel it too?

——I feel that too.

——Will you try to kill it in the future?

——I’ll find a way to kill it later.

After exchanging such brutal content, the two looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, both Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang felt at ease with each other's presence.

With the arrival of Wu Manshuang, the situation was quickly suppressed.

All the Silver Light Arena staff who tried to escape but failed were knocked down on the spot by Wu Manshuang.

Yan Luoyue used a special magic tool to tie this group of people into shrimp shapes, like dried shrimps and rice cakes, and placed them in a corner at a distance.

As for the spectators who came forward to self-destruct, those who had already been blown up could not be helped. The remaining ones who had not been blown up, after the person in charge was captured, lost consciousness one after another and fell to the ground.

There were only a dozen or so spectators left, standing like a flock of chickens among the pile of unconscious bodies and blood and flesh, shivering with pale faces.

After questioning, Yan Luoyue confirmed that the amount of blood wine consumed by this group of people was relatively small, with the most being no more than two cups.

There were two or three spectators among them who were hard to tell whether they were too lucky or too unlucky.

When Yan Luoyue and his group broke into the underground arena, he had just finished drinking the first glass of blood wine in his life.

When giving this answer, the person's smile was uglier than crying.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Sighing, Yan Luoyue pointed at the group of fireworks reserve soldiers lying unconscious on the ground and said, "At least you are still alive now."

"Yes." The man murmured bitterly and fearfully, "At least I'm still alive now."

The matter of intercepting the illegal scene of the Silver Light Arena involves a lot of things and is of great significance.

So, after the news was released, before Yan Luoyue and others had time to transport the person concerned back, a heavyweight figure had already taken the initiative to rush over.

Actually, this person is an acquaintance.

She was none other than Shen Jingxuan's master, Master Canhe, whom he had met several times at the Qianlian Conference.

Master Canhe came here to ask for more information from the person in charge.

At the same time, in addition to Kang Bashui and Yan Luoyue's teams, there were also many disciples from Guiyuan Sect and Fanyin Temple who took action on the Silver Light Arena in different locations.

However, in these operations, anyone who successfully intercepted the local person in charge could only watch as the other party exploded into an evil flower of flesh and blood.

And those who failed to successfully intercept the local person in charge...well, of course the person in charge got away.

All in all, the person in charge who was captured by Wu Manshuang can be said to be the only survivor they have obtained so far.

After learning about this, Yan Luoyue immediately understood: "Master, are you going to interrogate me?"

Master Can He nodded slowly.

"Amitābha." The enlightened nun half-closed her eyes and chanted the Buddha's name slowly and steadily.

"If the comrades knew about the existence of these donors, they would definitely come to deal with them. Even these donors themselves might want to destroy themselves."

Shen Jingxuan also put his hands together and followed his master in chanting the Buddha's name.

The next second, the little nun narrowed her eyes, and a hint of arrogance suddenly appeared in her resolute and determined expression.

"So, before these evil beasts are killed by their own people, we must first dig out the contents of their brains!"

Judging from Shen Jingxuan's overwhelming momentum, it doesn't seem like he wants to extract confessions from these people, but more like he wants to literally cut open their heads and dig out their brains.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Master Canhe: “…”

Master Canhe twisted the beads and said helplessly: "Jingxuan, I have told you many times that you should just do it and repay it. Why do you use such harsh words? You are like a black man who has not cut off his roots."

Yan Luoyue: “???”

Wait, what does "it's better to just take direct action" mean?

If you keep teaching like this, no wonder Jingxuan is becoming more and more like a violent nun...

When helping Yin Wangyou escape from the pursuers, Yan Luoyue had already witnessed the interrogation of Shen Jingxuan with her own eyes.

Although the little nun's attack was straightforward, her method was too direct, the scene was too bloody, and her approach was too monotonous.

It's fine to use under normal circumstances.

But when facing the people in charge of the Silver Light Arena who would self-destruct without hesitation if they got the chance, they seemed to be weak.

So, Yan Luoyue turned her gaze directly to Wu Manshuang: "Manshuang?"

Wu Manshuang nodded and took the initiative to take over the task.

"I'll do it."

Since he was the one who arrested the man, he would come to investigate the case so as not to bother two people.

Wu Manshuang tucked the corner of her robe, walked towards the person in charge, and glanced at him with her eyes lowered.

When meeting those dark, abyssal and bottomless eyes, even the person in charge, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but feel a little startled.

The person in charge could sense that there was something wrong with the young man's gaze...

It is as if, in the eyes of this young person, all the bad people who have made mistakes have been transformed from human beings into a dish in the species sense.

Wu Manshuang moved her fingers, giving the person in charge freedom to move his tongue.

He said calmly: "Just answer whatever I ask you."

The person in charge tried his best to suppress his panic and sneered.

"Even if you blow me to pieces, or let that little nun smash my flesh and bones with her fists, I won't say anything."

Wu Manshuang looked at him calmly, without the slightest sign of anger on her face, and just moved her fingers slightly again.

A thin mist penetrated the mouth and nose of the person in charge very unnoticeably.

The next second, the scream of the person in charge rose an octave, almost piercing the sky.

After letting him call her for a long time, Wu Manshuang's voice finally rang out slowly: "Don't answer until I ask you."

“…”

The horrific pain in his organs finally subsided, and the person in charge looked at Wu Manshuang with horror and red eyes, unable to believe what kind of monster this young man was.

Wu Manshuang's tone was calm and steady. Apart from the lack of any emotion, she sounded like a friendly manager sent by the neighboring sect, discussing the construction plan with him face to face.

"I have 326 ways for you to find something to say. I just showed you one of them."

When most people make threats, they tend to just give a vague quantifier - like "I have a thousand ways, ten thousand ways".

Although Wu Manshuang remained expressionless when describing the number "326 kinds", the number he gave was so detailed and specific that it subconsciously made people believe that he really had it.

Having said this, Wu Manshuang curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

It wasn't even a smile, it was just a preview of what was to come.

He repeated without warmth: "When I ask you a question, you answer it - say 'yes', or you can try the second one."

The person in charge stared at Wu Manshuang with trembling red eyes for a while, and finally murmured a word in submission: "...Yes."

…

In order to verify the current obedience of the person in charge, Wu Manshuang asked a question that was very easy to verify.

"Where is the home in Yixin City?"

When he heard the word "nest", the pupils of the person in charge contracted again.

He couldn't imagine who leaked the secret, causing the news of their Silver Light Arena to be leaked to such an extent.

The person in charge had a complicated mind, but Wu Manshuang did not give him too many opportunities to think.

Seeing Wu Manshuang raising one hand with an indifferent look on her face, as if she was going to clench her fingers, the person in charge seemed to be deflated, and whispered a location.

Wu Manshuang nodded slightly: "What's inside the nest?"

"Three Heteromorphs, a Shadow Piercer, and other low-level monsters."

After getting this answer, the Guiyuan Sect disciples present quickly organized an exploration team.

They immediately set out to find out what was going on at the location indicated by the person in charge.

After a while, Yuan Feiyu received a message: "What he said is true."

Wu Manshuang nodded slightly and continued asking questions.

As the saying goes, the beginning is always the hardest.

After answering the first question, it was like lubricating a rusty part.

Subsequent problems, like a flood after a dam is opened, easily flowed out from the mouths of those in charge.

According to the person in charge, wherever there is a silver arena, a demon's lair will be set up around it.

Except for the territory outside Hongtong Palace, they were generally very cautious.

Usually, only one heavyweight monster is kept in a den.

Waiting for the day in the future, the nest and the monster can be used as strategic reserves.

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood.

So, the monsters being raised in the nests around Ruyi City are the Illusion Trees.

The monster being raised in the lair of Tianyuan City is the puppeteer.

Although these monsters are temporarily lurking, their existence is like a bomb buried in the hearts of human beings, waiting to be detonated one day, which will inevitably lead to serious consequences.

As for how to sneak this heavyweight monster out...

The answer given by the person in charge indirectly confirmed Yin Wangyou's guess.

"Heteromorphs." The person in charge whispered, "Heteromorphs will escape from the seal of the demon world... We settle these heteromorphs. Then, in as short as ten or eight years, or as long as more than twenty years, higher-level monsters will appear."

Compared to the Puppeteer, the Shadow Piercer is not the most troublesome monster, either in terms of its harm or ability.

From this perspective, the usage time of this dwelling in YiXin City should be short.

Wu Manshuang asked, "What about Hongtong Palace? Why don't we have to be so cautious in the territory of Hongtong Palace?"

“…”

Hearing this question, the person in charge suddenly laughed strangely.

Under Wu Manshuang's gaze, a hint of madness gradually emerged in his eyes, which was surprisingly similar to the person in charge of the arena in Tianyuan City.

The person in charge smiled to himself for a while, then slowly said: "In Hongtong Palace...someone drank our blood wine. Many people, many people..."

Upon hearing this answer, even Master Canhe, who had great concentration as a monk, could not help but stare at the Vajra's angry eyes.

"Who are they?"

Wu Manshuang nodded to Master Canhe and asked according to her wishes:

"Who are the people in Hongtong Palace who you know have drunk blood wine?"

The person in charge did not answer this question directly.

He took a breath and tried his best to move his eyes, looking over Wu Manshuang's shoulder and in a farther direction.

At this moment, the whites of the person in charge's eyes were covered with bright bloodshot, and his eyes looked like a piece of quintessential British dish.

The whites of his eyes almost rolled back, but he still stared at Yan Luoyue intently.

"You...you let her come over. I want to talk to her."

“…”

Wu Man Shuang, who had remained expressionless until now, finally frowned.

The next second, the person in charge's scream rang out again.

The only difference was that this time, after the poison in his lungs subsided, the person in charge still coughed and laughed, "I just... told her, only her."

"It's okay, Manshuang. Since he insists so much, I'll come over."

Wu Manshuang frowned slightly: "This is not necessary..."

Moreover, this request came at a very strange time.

Yan Luoyue smiled and nodded to Wu Manshuang, indicating that she understood.

"It doesn't matter. Master Canhe is also here. Let me ask."

No matter what the opponent's conspiracy is, Yan Luoyue's huge health bar is not for show.

From the moment Wu Manshuang asked the first question, Yan Luoyue consciously held up the jade slip to take a picture.

After hearing the person in charge's persistent answer, she handed the jade slip that was recording to Yuan Feiyu and walked forward a few steps.

"I'm listening to you, whatever you have to say."

Although the person in charge couldn't move even a finger at this moment, the gleam in his eyes at this moment gave people the illusion that he had flipped over and stood up.

At the same time, behind the pupil of the person in charge, all the blood in the white of the eye gathered together, forming a blood-red shadow.

As soon as Yan Luoyue and the person in charge made eye contact, she suddenly moved.

——This man hiding behind the Silver Light Arena, the mastermind who gave Yan Luoyue a familiar feeling, was probably indeed a familiar enemy.

It might even know the length of Yan Luoyue's health bar.

So this time, it specifically picked Yan Luoyue's golden consciousness strip to attack.

If it is a spiritual attack, it will be stopped on the spot by Master Can He.

And given the physical condition of the person in charge, he may not be able to launch a spiritual attack.

Therefore, the mastermind behind the scenes did not directly attack Yan Luoyue.

It just connected with Yan Luoyue's consciousness at the moment their eyes met, and transmitted a scene to her without rejection.

“…”

If this was a holographic live broadcast tailored for one person, Yan Luoyue would be the lucky audience member.

What she saw at this moment was the live camera gradually moving from a distant view to a close view.

As the "live camera" got closer, the Moon-falling Tree appeared in Yan Luoyue's field of vision from far away to near.

As far as the eye could see, Yan Luoyue crossed the mountains, climbed over the steep ridges, and crossed the surging blood river, and the distance between him and the Luoyue Tree was almost within reach.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue saw the Luoyue Tree that reached from the sky to the earth.

A divine creature born from nature, with spring lasting one hundred thousand years and autumn lasting another hundred thousand years, its color seems to be eternally green.

Its branches and roots extend endlessly, forming two giant nets that cover the sky and the sun.

Beneath the soil, a dense network of tangled roots is tightly connected to a stone as black as jade, with patterns on its surface that look like frost.

And at the end of its endlessly spreading branches, there is another existence, which is closely intertwined with every branch of the Falling Moon Tree.

Those were dense, silvery threads, stacked one upon another like a spider web, making one breathless at a glance.

Generally speaking, this kind of scene of "the heart is like a double-thread net, with thousands of knots in it" often reminds people of lingering and sad emotions.

But at this moment, seeing these silver threads made Yan Luoyue feel creepy.

Before she knew it, even her breathing became a little sluggish.

It was as if I saw a dodder strangling a tree to death...

No, it's even further than that. It's not dodder, it's clearly...

The answer is on the tip of my tongue, ready to come out.

At the same time, Yan Luoyue felt dizzy from time to time as if his soul was leaving his body.

"——Falling Moon!"

Wu Man Shuang's scream suddenly called back Luo Yue's wandering thoughts.

Yan Luoyue shook his head, as if waking up from a dream, and was shocked to find that his golden consciousness bar had reached the bottom, and was now flashing a dangerous warning light.

"!!!"

The scary thing is that even this moment of clarity was as rare as a miraculous image in the mirror and water, and only existed for a short moment in Yan Luoyue's consciousness.

The next moment, Yan Luoyue was forcibly pulled into that mysterious scene again. And then...

Then, Wu Manshuang suddenly covered her.

The pitch-black mist continuously spread from Wu Manshuang's body, enveloping Yan Luoyue in it.

The overwhelming black fog blocked out all light and even temporarily cut off Yan Luoyue's consciousness.

To others, this is a poisonous mist that is deadly.

But at this moment, it is a gentle harbor where Yan Luoyue can rest in peace.

There was an imperceptible fluctuation at the end of Yan Luoyue's health bar.

But at the same time, her golden consciousness bar was recuperating and was rising slowly bit by bit.

It is said that when people are in a pitch-black place, they will either feel safe or terrified. Yan Luoyue is undoubtedly the former.

But if you ask her why she feels safe...

At this moment, the world was silent. Yan Luoyue could feel her entire back being trapped in Wu Manshuang's embrace.

In the darkness, where no one could see, the corners of Yan Luoyue's lips slowly rose.

She relaxed her body, allowing herself to sink back further, then she narrowed her eyes and smiled very calmly.

Not all darkness makes people feel safe.

But the darkness at this moment is the exclusive domain of Wu Man Shuang.

What makes Yan Luoyue feel at ease is not the darkness that covers everything, but the presence of Wu Manshuang.

In the pitch darkness, Yan Luoyue heard the sound of cloth tearing and a few scattered screams from people around him.

What she didn't see was that a pair of wings suddenly spread out behind Wu Manshuang.

Those were the wings of a Teng Snake, spreading out to the left and right like two blades, carrying an aura that covered the sky and the sun.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang originally speculated that the little snake would have to undergo several more sheddings before it could grow this pair of wings.

However, at this moment, when Yan Luoyue was facing the crisis, Wu Manshuang seemed to be forced into a desperate situation at the same time.

He hugged Yan Luoyue's slightly trembling body, and even every slight pause in her breathing seemed to be reflected in his most sensitive bones.

Under the strong pressure, icy white patterns like frost flowers and rime appeared in Wu Man Shuang's eyes again.

Then, a pair of strong and beautiful wings suddenly broke out from the back like a giant tree breaking out of the mud!

The wings were completely black, not colorful, but with a natural elegance. Each feather was straight and cold, with the edges reflecting a dark ink-colored luster.

When the wings spread to the left and right, it was like a blade coming out of the world, a famous sword being unsheathed. The arc of the wings was sharp and dark, as if it contained a dark iron spirit.

Along with the movement of spreading wings, the purest power of death from the blood suddenly surged.

It followed the channel established between the opponent and Yan Luoyue, and fiercely counterattacked back in the same way the opponent had used his own method!

In the dark poisonous fog, Wu Manshuang's eyes were colder and deeper than the night.

He shouted: "Get out, you homeless dog!"

Wu Manshuang's actions were faster than her words.

Even more powerful than the action is the deadly poison flowing in the blood, which attacks with unstoppable force.

The passage built between that thing and Yan Luoyue was not stable at all.

Wu Manshuang's attack was without reservation, and every move was filled with undisguised madness.

The murderous aura was clearly invisible and intangible, but it stung the skin of everyone except Yan Luoyue.

At that moment, the cold blade passed through Yan Luoyue and rushed towards the opponent like a flood that broke through a dam, but did not hurt Yan Luoyue at all.

“…”

Yan Luoyue could clearly feel that through this close embrace, Wu Manshuang's attack first passed through her, as if passing through a transit station, and then transmitted into the channel opened by the other party.

However, what was very magical was that her health bar did not move at all.

It's like... they were meant to be together.

Just as the Moonlit Tree can take root next to a Frost-covered Stone, it does not have to fear the Death of the Darkness, but instead wraps the frost patterns on the stone with its dense root system.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue is a channel, Yan Luoyue is a blood vessel, Yan Luoyue is a network, Yan Luoyue is...

My further thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The blank stagnation like snow blocked Yan Luoyue’s thoughts again.

At this time, Yan Luoyue had already understood that this sudden void was actually a form of self-protection for her.

It's just like when humans face severe pain, they will fall into a coma.

It would be really bad if Yan Luoyue was still like he was just now, walking all the way from the Luoyue Tree to the Silver Wire Net, loading countless information that the golden consciousness strips could not bear.

The blank shield of self-protection returned to Yan Luoyue's mind, indicating that the connection that the other party had forcibly established had collapsed under Wu Manshuang's attack.

The next second, Wu Manshuang's voice rang in Yan Luoyue's ears.

His voice was slightly hoarse due to emotional tension, but it still sounded pleasant.

"How is it?"

Yan Luoyue smiled and said, "It's okay."

Wu Manshuang pursed her lips and said after a long while, "That thing... couldn't be completely killed."

Yan Luoyue patted the back of his hand: "That's just a temporary passage, its main body should not be here."

Therefore, unless Wu Manshuang can break the void and chase it across the border at this time, there is no way to seriously damage it.

If she guessed correctly, the fine silver web entangled with the Moonlit Tree was part of "that thing".

Wu Manshuang held a grudge and said viciously, "Are you going to kill it in the future?"

Yan Luoyue chuckled and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Well, I'll find a way to kill it from now on."

Even though her thoughts were always blocked, Yan Luoyue now understood a little.

——Her natural enemy was also Wu Manshuang's old enemy. Perhaps the reason why Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang came to this world was to find a way to kill it.

During the conversation, the black mist in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, and light reappeared in Yan Luoyue's vision.

Yan Luoyue opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Wu Manshuang's worried face and the pair of murderous wings behind him.

e...By the way, does this scene look familiar to you?

Wu Manshuang glared at Yan Luoyue in reproach, but her gaze softened unconsciously as soon as she cast it.

When this glance fell on Yan Luoyue, it could only be regarded as a deep gaze.

Wu Manshuang said bitterly: "Demon Realm, the Moon-falling Tree."

Yan Luoyue: “…” Ah, she remembered, no wonder this scene seemed familiar!

Even the posture when she was knocked down and caught by the little snake seemed exactly the same as that time!

He looked away feeling a little guilty, and after a moment of shock, Yan Luoyue shook his head violently again and turned his gaze back.

Wait, there's one thing that's different from last time!

For example, the pair of sharp wings that grew out of Wu Manshuang's back directly burst his Southern Xinjiang Demon's shirt.

So, at this moment, Yan Luoyue was clinging to Wu Manshuang's slender, smooth, warm and beautiful body.

“I’m sorry, I really won’t do it again next time.” Yan Luoyue softened her voice, “Slurp slurp slurp…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang was shocked and said, "This is the second time—the second time in every sense of the word. Why is there 'slurp slurp slurp' here again?"

Hearing his words, Yan Luoyue tilted her head, leaned on the little snake's chest, and then laughed happily.

"Oh, I was wrong, don't be angry."

"...Luoyue, I'm not angry with you." Wu Manshuang sighed as she helped Yan Luoyue stand up slowly, "I'm very worried about you, so I'm angry with myself."

"Don't be mad at yourself, you just saved me."

Wu Manshuang looked gloomy and did not respond.

With a turn of his eyes, Yan Luoyue quickly thought of a way to help Wu Manshuang divert her attention.

The next second, Yan Luoyue said solemnly: "Manshuang, I didn't know you would be so beautiful when you grow up."

As she spoke, she stretched out her arm and carefully touched Wu Manshuang's beautiful wings.

But at the same time, her eyes...

When Wu Manshuang noticed where her eyes were looking, she remained silent at first.

Then, at the moment his cheeks turned red, he decisively grabbed Yan Luoyue's mouth.

Wu Manshuang said firmly, "Stop exaggerating."

Yan Luoyue: “Mmmmm!”

——It’s a height problem, it’s really a height problem!

The little snake now still looks like a young man after taking the aging pill, and is almost a head taller than the young girl Yan Luoyue.

So, when Yan Luoyue stood still, his eyes would naturally look towards...

In short, Yan Luoyue is upright, his intentions are very upright, and his actions are also very upright.

As for the little snake who was so embarrassed that he accidentally forgot about his anger, he should reflect on himself.

Shaking his head, he rescued himself from Wu Manshuang's clutches. Yan Luoyue saw with his peripheral vision that the person in charge on the ground had already turned into a pile of dead bodies...

Oh, no, there is no beach at all.

As the rope used to pull the saw on both sides, the person in charge had a very tragic end, leaving not even a handful of ash-like corpse.

Now, Yan Luoyue reviewed the incident from the perspective of the person involved and felt that the person in charge should have died the first time they looked into each other's eyes.

Otherwise, he would disappear under the deadly power that Wu Manshuang sent into the passage.

Speaking of which, that power of death...

Yan Luoyue touched Wu Manshuang's arm and asked softly, "It didn't escape, did it?"

Wu Manshuang thought about it and wasn't sure.

He was just too anxious and concerned about Yan Luoyue's condition, and everything else was put on the back burner.

Wu Manshuang felt a little guilty and glanced at the side quietly - very good, the fellow disciples were not dead, Junior Master Shen Jingxuan did not fall to the ground, and Master Canhe was standing there in good health, and it seemed that he had not escaped.

However, to be conservative...

Wu Manshuang also asked in a low voice: "Give them some... that?"

Yan Luoyue thought for a moment and nodded.

She walked towards her people, rummaged through the storage bag, and distributed a small piece of paste to each person.

No one understood the tug-of-war between Yan Luoyue and "that thing" just now. They just thought that Yan Luoyue was ambushed by the person in charge and was rescued by Wu Manshuang in time.

Now everyone was sitting in a row, distributing the ointment, and it was still a bit embarrassing that the one distributing the ointment was Yan Luoyue who had just been in danger.

"Junior Sister Yan, what is this?"

Yan Luoyue said: "The poison that Manshuang just used may have escaped. This is the antidote."

After hearing this answer, everyone swallowed the black jelly-like paste into their mouths.

But in fact, since the power flowing in Wu Manshuang's blood is not pure poison, there is actually no corresponding antidote.

Therefore, what Yan Luoyue distributed to these disciples was condensed from special materials and could be used as a preventive measure to offset the "toxicity".

As for what this special material is...

Yuan Feiyu tasted the ointment in his mouth and suddenly asked in a somewhat strange tone:

"Junior Sister Dayan, I tasted the antidote, why does it taste a bit like Guiling Gao?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly: "Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, at least, don't say it out loud..."

"???"

Yuan Feiyu was obviously a little confused, but he still responded with a "OK".

After a while, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, who had always been strong-willed, finally responded:

"I'm so sorry, Junior Sister Dayan, I didn't realize what you were doing at the time - and, Senior Brother Dayuan, you should call me Senior Brother Dayuan!"

Yan Luoyue: "Okay, Senior Brother Xiaoyuan."

——Just based on this sentence of Guilinggao, you will be Senior Brother Xiaoyuan for the rest of your life!

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Such a big change just happened, Wu Man Shuang grew the wings of a snake again, and Yan Luoyue wanted to go back to the peak to sort it out.

Therefore, after interrogating the remaining minions, Yan Luoyue and the other two took the initiative to resign.

The two of them walked two steps together, and Yan Luoyue couldn't help but touch Wu Manshuang's wings out of curiosity.

After taking three steps, she rubbed it again out of curiosity.

When they reached the fourth step, Yan Luoyue greeted in advance, then carefully plucked a feather.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang was a little helpless: "When Xiaoling turned into a crane, you didn't torment her like this."

Yan Luoyue widened her eyes and turned her head: "Xiao Ling's wings and your wings, how can they be the same?"

Yan Luoyue didn't say what was different.

But Wu Manshuang just smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

In the sunlight, he flapped his wings twice, as if to encourage or invite.

"Want to fly?"

Yan Luoyue's eyes lit up: "Okay - wait, your wings have just grown out, won't they feel too heavy?"

Without waiting for Wu Manshuang to answer, Yan Luoyue answered her own question: "I'd better turn into a little turtle. This way I won't be too heavy!"

The next moment, the two of them changed almost at the same time. Yan Luoyue turned into a turtle, while Wu Manshuang turned into a snake.

The nearly pitch-black snake tightened around the turtle's shell, wrapping it around two or three times like a seat belt.

Then the Teng Snake flapped its wings, spewed out mist, and flew into the azure sky.

As the two flew higher and farther, their figures seemed to merge into one.

It's like they are a perfect match, born just for each other.

These two men, one is the armor and support of the other, one is the blade and wings of the other.

Looking at their backs, one of the Guiyuan Sect's disciples murmured to himself, "Could it be that this is the legendary Xuanwu...?"

"Looking at the expressions of Junior Brother Wu and Junior Sister Yan, from now on, Xuanwu will be more than just a legend..."

If we hadn't seen with our own eyes how Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang got together, we would have really believed that Xuanwu was born to look like this!