Chapter 363 The Madman That Yu Yan Loves
It is quite evident in her picturesque appearance.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to be as unrestrained as his junior brother.
A feeling of disgust suddenly arose in his heart, and the demonic energy in his dantian expanded slightly, showing signs of trying to devour the spiritual energy.
He suddenly doubted whether he had misunderstood the teachings his master had given him, which had once instructed him to wholeheartedly pursue the Dao.
Why should he still care about his senior status when it was clearly his senior who did something wrong?
——
Shen Qingyi waited for a long time, but the barrier did not open.
His handsome eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to pull the sword that Ji Wuye had plunged into his chest out.
With the force of the sword strike, another spurt of blood inevitably splashed out from that spot.
The man's expression remained unchanged as he turned and sat back down on the large rock.
Ji Wuye lowered his eyes to look at the bloodstains on the Danxin Sword, his large hand gripping the hilt tightly.
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"Master, shall I rub your forehead?"
The man's voice was deep and gentle, like a spring flowing through a mountain stream, neither disturbing nor annoying.
Yu Yan paused slightly, her hand supporting her head.
She looked up at the person who had come, and her gaze inevitably fell on the other person's eyes.
Things she had once let go of began to solidify and entangle again.
Feng Su's eyes are truly beautiful.
It was so beautiful that Na Yuyan was obsessed with it.
"No need," Yu Yan said calmly, looking away.
The little ache in my heart vanished the moment she finished speaking.
She shouldn't be worrying unnecessarily.
Realizing belatedly that her attitude had been somewhat cold, Yu Yan suddenly looked at Feng Su again.
Sure enough, I caught the fleeting sadness in the other person's eyes.
Yu Yan's mind stirred slightly.
He was young before, so there was nothing wrong with the things he did.
Now that the child is older, she should avoid suspicion.
Even knowing that the other party's intention was merely filial piety.
Yu Yan sat up straight, only then remembering that there was something she hadn't given to anyone.
“Come here,” she said.
Upon hearing this, Feng Su met her gaze, and the next moment he saw a sword appear in the woman's hand.
The moment the sword appeared, a chill swept over us.
Feng Su's eyes flickered slightly. He had an ice spirit root, so this aura would not only not harm him, but because the spirit sword was of extremely high quality, the sword energy it emitted resonated with the spiritual power within his body.
"Given to me by my master?"
He reached out and took it, a handsome smile involuntarily curving his lips, his heart filled with joy.
Only when he got closer could he see the patterns on the sword clearly, and he gently ran his fingers over them.
Yu Yan: "Yes, it's for you."
"My disciple... likes it very much."
Feng Su carefully sheathed his sword.
"Master, is there any way to break the spiritual energy seal on your body?" he asked.
Yu Yan shook her head, but didn't seem to be troubled at all.
There's always a way.
She's quite open-minded, it's just that she can no longer go out and have fun as she pleases.
Feng Su felt a pang in her heart. Looking at her master's calm and composed expression, a feeling of heartache and boundless pity welled up inside her.
"It's okay, there will be a way." His voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.
Yu Yan couldn't help but glance at him, and when she saw the worry and pity in his eyes, she knew that he was overthinking things.
The woman's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to explain something.
But she saw the other person bend down and kneel in front of her.
She was originally looking up at him, but now she could only lower her head slightly.
The white-clad man's chin almost touched her knees as Feng Su looked up at her.
"Master, the Seven Sects Grand Competition is about to begin. If I can win the championship, could you grant me one request?"
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