Chapter 443 You are my master, how can you disregard human ethics like this?
I just didn't expect Zilan to be there too.
Yu Yan brushed the hair that was getting in the way behind her back and lay down on the bed, lost in thought.
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"Master, your disciple has always respected you as an elder. If I did anything that caused you to misunderstand because I did not know my limits, it was my fault and I am willing to accept the punishment."
—But Master, please don't joke about forming a Daoist partnership in the future.
—You are my master, how... how could you be so disregardful of human ethics!
The man's phoenix eyes were filled with shock, disappointment, and a hint of pain. He spoke while backing away, as if afraid that the person opposite him would use force.
Yu Yan suddenly opened her eyes.
After catching his breath, he covered his eyes and chuckled softly.
Next room
Feng Su frowned as he sat cross-legged on the couch, his forehead damp with a thin layer of sweat.
The Yu Liu Sword beside him kept humming.
A layer of black and white mist gradually clouded the man's handsome features. Immortal and demonic energy intertwined, overflowing from his dantian, circling him twice, and then flying into the Yu Liu Sword.
Feng Su watched helplessly as the other man in the dream spoke one cruel and piercing word after another to his master. The woman opposite him grew paler and paler, and Feng Su felt heartbroken.
Don't say that!
Feng Su even tried to pull "him" away, but his body was restrained and he couldn't move.
Do you really not like it?
If he didn't like her, why would he secretly open the window while she was practicing swordsmanship, afraid of letting her find out?
If he didn't like her, why would he secretly sketch her drunken appearance on paper, drawing it over and over again?
If you don't like it, why would you go to the ancient secret realm to fight with those people? It's all for a legendary tree species that can bloom purple peach blossoms.
If you didn't like it, why did you secretly sulk for so long after the other person glanced at the talented disciple?
He did all of these things.
Even more so because there were only "him" and his master on Yan Hui Peak, "he" had more opportunities.
But what came out of "his" mouth in the end was a cold thorn that could pierce deep into one's heart.
How could he? How dare he!
How could he bear to do that!
Feng Su frowned deeply, and the black aura surrounding him gradually gained the upper hand.
The Yu Liu Sword became even more restless.
Buzz—
"Owner."
A slightly mature male voice came from the sword. He called out to Feng Su, but the other party was still immersed in the dream and could not extricate himself.
"Master," the sword spirit called out to him again.
Feng Su followed closely beside his dream self, watching helplessly as he turned and left after saying those words, his anger reaching its peak.
However, the scene that appeared the next moment was like a bucket of ice water poured on his heart, chilling and cold.
It was Su Ruoruo who blocked "him" at the corner of Yan Hui Palace.
Open and aboveboard, without any concealment.
At this moment, the master inside the hall was no longer at the Mahayana stage of cultivation.
Feng Su's jaw was clenched, and the two's conversation came through clearly, word by word.
Su Ruoruo: "Brother Su really keeps his word. In that case, I'll let her go for now. Anyway, in her current state, she won't ascend to the upper realm with us."
The person opposite her gave her a cold look, gave her no response, and turned away.
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"Owner."
Feng Su suddenly opened his eyes, Su Ruoruo's words still echoing in his ears.
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