“Sister Zhenzhen,” Murong Xiao’s voice carried an unusually obedient tone, “Is this Immortal Binding Rope made of ‘Mysterious Ice Black Gold Silk’ truly immune to the Samadhi True Fire?”
Qin Zhenzhen didn't even look up, focusing intently on controlling the spiritual fire dancing at her fingertips. Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable professionalism: "Heh, Xuanbing Wujin is extremely cold, which can suppress flames. I also mixed in some sunken iron from the bottom of the Ten Thousand Year Cold Pool. Theoretically... as long as it's not the legendary Nine Heavens Profound Fire, it shouldn't be able to burn through."
Upon hearing this, Murong Xiao's eyes lit up instantly, and he muttered under his breath, "That's good, that's good... Let's see how my brother will burn this time..."
He could almost picture his brother being bound tightly by the upgraded Immortal Binding Rope, a wonderful scene that left him helpless. He couldn't help but smile, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth, and his whole being exuded an excited and eager energy.
Qin Zhenzhen glanced at him helplessly, shook her head, and continued with her work.
The warm sunlight shone down on the sect, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of spiritual plants.
Unscrupulous businessmen are planning grand schemes, while tech geeks are engrossed in research and development; everything exudes a chaotic yet vibrant tranquility.
However, this tranquility was abruptly shattered the next moment—
There was a muffled thud!
It was as if some heavy object had fallen from an extremely high place and crashed heavily onto the plaza of the main hall.
Everyone stared in astonishment.
Amidst the billowing dust, a tall figure lay on his back, looking rather disheveled.
A wide-sleeved immortal robe with moon-white cloud patterns spread out, and her dark hair was somewhat messy, covering part of her face. Even so, it was hard to hide the aloof and noble air about her that was so out of place in this mundane sect.
Who else could it be but Xie Linyuan?
His entrance, however, didn't seem like the arrival of a celestial being at all; it was more like he'd been casually thrown down from the sky...
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Immediately afterwards—
"Pah! What bad luck!"
Xiao Jingrui reacted the fastest. He spat under his breath, and without saying a word, he put away the "Insect Repellent Marketing Plan" he had just drawn on the table, and slipped away faster than the wind.
Wan Qianqiu went even further, his figure flickering as he disappeared into the shadows beside him like a ghost, instantly concealing all his "cute" aura.
Murong Xiao let out a howl, disregarding his upgraded Immortal Binding Rope, grabbed Qin Zhenzhen who hadn't fully reacted yet, and ran away as fast as he could, shouting back, "Sister Zhenzhen, let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, the once bustling square was now empty except for Shen Zhaozhao, who looked at the "troublemaker" who was slowly sitting up from the ground with a rather speechless expression.
Xie Linyuan seemed a little dazed from the fall. He sat up and casually brushed away the grass clippings on his sleeve. His movements were still elegant, but his peach blossom eyes, which he looked up at Shen Zhaozhao, instantly filled with a layer of just the right amount of water, a mixture of grievance and dependence.
“Zhaozhao…”
He spoke, his voice clear and melodious like the sound of jade striking the ground, yet with a slightly hoarse ending, as if he were a pitiful child who had been bullied and had finally found his parents to complain to.
Shen Zhaozhao's temple throbbed, she pressed her brow, stood up with a terrible headache, walked over, reached out and lifted the large peacock off the ground, glaring at him irritably: "Don't have another episode."
Xie Linyuan leaned closer to her, almost resting most of his weight on her, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and began to speak in a cool and steady tone, using tea-like words that were completely opposite to his temperament.
“Yunji… perhaps he had unresolved grievances in his heart, so he found more than seven thousand volumes of old matters and piled them up like a mountain, deliberately to hold me back and prevent me from coming to find you sooner.”
He tilted his head slightly, gently resting his chin on Shen Zhaozhao's shoulder. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and his voice became lower and softer, carrying a hint of barely perceptible accusation: "My wrists are a little sore from reviewing those jade slips... Zhaozhao, don't you really want to take care of me?"
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
She was so overwhelmed by the strong, potent aroma of green tea that she almost choked on her breath.
Especially considering this guy has such an exceptionally handsome, otherworldly face, yet he speaks the most shameless things in the most serious tone, this extreme contrast is simply irresistible.
"Xie Linyuan!"
Shen Zhaozhao gritted her teeth, feeling her rationality being ground down by this peacock's outrageous antics. Her ears turned uncontrollably red, and she almost growled fiercely, "Be normal! If you go crazy again, I'll bite you to death!"
These words were originally a threat made in a fit of anger and embarrassment.
However, Xie Linyuan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
Immediately, the hint of grievance in his eyes was replaced by a surprisingly bright light, carrying a certain secret expectation.
He blinked, and then, to Shen Zhaozhao's astonishment, he actually turned his head slightly, stretched out his slender, jade-like fingers, and gently pulled open his meticulously tailored collar, revealing a section of his smooth-lined, pale neck.
He even tilted his head slightly, displaying that fatal vulnerability to Shen Zhaozhao with crystal clarity.
A faint blush crept onto the man's cool face. His long eyelashes lowered, concealing the deep tenderness hidden in his eyes. He spoke softly in a tone that was a mixture of shyness and indulgence, "Then...then...be gentle..."
Shen Zhaozhao: "???"
no? !
What the hell is that?!
Who's really going to bite you?!
Where did you learn this spineless, groveling attitude of offering your neck up for picking?!
Damn it!!!
At the spring banquet, we drink a cup of green wine, sing a song, and then bow and make three wishes.
My wish is for my beloved to live a thousand years;
My second wish is that I remain healthy.
My third wish is to be like the swallows on the beam, meeting each other year after year.
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