Chapter 560 Is it Master or Holy Lord, or both?
“I’m jealous,” he continued.
They didn't try to hide it at all.
If Feng Su had been even slightly evasive, Yu Yan wouldn't be so reluctant to refuse him now.
She gave a soft hum and let him take her hand in front of everyone and lead her onto the fairy boat.
She actually had a few questions about Xiu Yuan, but she wasn't in a hurry. She would go to find him when Feng Su was not around.
Yu Yan had met the Holy Lord.
Back then, she was still young when she accompanied her older brother to a grand gathering in the celestial realm. She was stopped by a handsome man in black robes.
He said he wanted to take her as his apprentice.
How could the elder brother agree? Even if the Holy Lord's disciple has a high status, he is still a demonic cultivator!
Ah Yan is his little darling from the Feather Palace. She has exceptional talent in cultivating immortality. How could she possibly cultivate demonic arts?
Although Yu Yan was curious about the demonic path, she wasn't curious enough to get involved with it.
The brother and sister were both more determined to refuse than the other.
The Holy Lord simply smiled and left with some regret.
There was no follow-up. The Holy Lord probably knew that no matter how much he persisted, it would be fruitless, so he simply gave up.
Now that Yu Yan remembers everything, the sense of familiarity that Xiu Yuan brought her becomes increasingly clear.
Even though she had only met the Holy Lord face-to-face once, the identical gazes that Xiu Yuan and the Holy Lord gave her made her think twice.
The Holy Lord's eyes are easy to discern; they are as aggressive as his face, an aggressiveness that can only be detected when you make eye contact with him.
Fate is a very mysterious thing.
It was no coincidence that Xiu Yuan broke the cultivation restriction technique that their master had taught them.
After all, in her memory, the technique of imprisoning one's cultivation to refine the body was not prevalent in the Immortal Realm.
Why would Master do that? Why would cultivation of karma be resolved?
If Xiuyuan is the Holy Lord, then everything will be much easier to discuss.
With the power of the Holy Palace, the Holy Lord has access to a great many things.
On the fairy boat
Feng Su didn't go to his own room; instead, he and Yu Yan "squeezed into" a room together.
As soon as the door closed, Yu Yan pressed the person against the door panel.
The woman reached out and hooked his chin, looking at him with the same gaze Feng Su had given her when he said he was jealous. "Who gave you permission to seduce people with that face?"
Yu Yan's voice was languid and light, carrying the coquettish charm unique to women when facing their loved ones.
Feng Su couldn't take it anymore.
His eyes burned with intensity, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and as he felt the delicate touch on his chin, he asked in a hoarse voice.
"What does Yan'er want to do?"
This person neither argued nor apologized.
Yu Yan found it boring and immediately let go of her hand.
Feng Su wouldn't give her a chance to leave. He grabbed her belt with his large hand, and in a dizzying moment, the two switched places.
Yu Yan looked up at him and asked with a smile, "Is this how you admit your mistake?"
Feng Su mimicked her earlier action, hooking her chin and asking in a low voice, "Admit your mistake? What mistake has A Su made?"
Yu Yan didn't want to deal with this shameless guy. It's too late for him to try and argue now!
She glanced at him, clearly unwilling to speak.
Feng Su was displeased. He leaned down and stole a kiss from her lips.
"Why are you ignoring me? Yan'er said my face is alluring, so think carefully, who's more alluring, you or me?"
He said he wanted her to think it over carefully, but Feng Su had no intention of giving her any time.
His kisses were irrational, landing wherever they found them, without restraint, and yet he said things that Yu Yan couldn't refute: he said...
"There are ten men to the east. They stared at you for fifteen minutes and their faces turned red. There are twenty-five people to the southwest, twenty men and five women. Their eyes have been glued to you and haven't left you. And there are even more people behind you..."
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