Chapter 90 I'm going to walk the bird, Peach, come quick, it's Wei Dan...
Mingguang froze after hearing this clearly, and then released Bitao.
"You said you...reluctant?"
His long eyebrows pressed down on his eyes, giving him an already sharp and cold look. At this moment, the look of astonishment between his brows and eyes made him appear truly oppressive, as if a storm was brewing.
Any celestial being facing his expression would find it difficult not to feel fear and panic.
But Bitao was never afraid of him.
Even when they were still little peach branches, they were always fighting. No matter how fierce Mingguang was, he was still beaten black and blue by Bitao.
Having seen him with bruises and swelling on his face, afraid of being discovered, spending the whole night healing himself and pretending nothing happened the next day, it's really hard to be afraid of him.
And this is only the beginning.
Bitao is going to really piss him off.
Who told Mingguang to dare to involve their relationship and marriage in all that messy stuff between the ancient immortal clan and the merit immortal position?
Bitao could understand that he was just beginning to experience romantic feelings and was only now accepting the change in their relationship. He was not good at expressing himself and could not immediately adapt to an intimate relationship.
However, he cannot accept that the engagement between the two of them is treated as a "transaction".
After he let go, Bitao took a step back to create distance between them.
The coquettishness and infatuation on her face vanished, and the overflowing emotions in her peach blossom eyes were suppressed to the bottom of the deep pool in her dark pupils.
She calmly explained her wishes to Mingguang: "I do not wish to be a general in any unit of the Thunder Fighter Corps."
"I will send the Star God, who is about to kill me, and the cheating immortals of various departments back to the Nine Heavens for judgment. My grudge against the ancient immortals runs deep. They will only fight me to the death, so how can they tolerate me?"
Upon hearing this, Mingguang's expression became urgent: "Once you ascend to the Heavenly Immortal rank, you can choose any of the three general positions in the Thunder Fighting Army. This is the rule of the competition, and this immortal position is rightfully yours."
Mingguang looked at Bitao and said, "With your methods and wisdom, who would dare to provoke you? With me here, no one would dare to provoke you."
He holds all the official positions in the myriad realms; he is indeed the most qualified person in the entire Nine Heavens to say that right now.
If he dares to say he will marry Xiao Taozhi, then he must have the ability to protect her.
Mingguang had even considered that if his mother disapproved, he would have ways to deal with it.
“Little Peach Branch, you don’t need to be afraid.” Mingguang looked at her with a gentle expression, but his eyes held an undisguised arrogance.
That arrogance and haughtiness no longer applied to her.
Rather, it was the confidence and arrogance he felt towards the ancient immortal clan he controlled, a confidence born from the power he wielded.
Bitao looked at him, and what she liked most about him was his arrogant and unapproachable demeanor.
But what made Bitao love him so much wasn't just his "appearance," but everything that made him that way.
Everything about him.
Doesn't loving someone mean loving everything about them?
Bitao wanted to kiss his unruly and untamed features.
Some people like rabbits, some like raccoon dogs, some like gentle and hardworking horses, and some like loyal dogs.
Bitao has a particular fondness for large birds that can catch and peck people, and for wild and untamed beasts that may bite back at any time.
Like strong liquor, it goes down like a knife, but the aftertaste is mellow and intoxicating.
Stimulate.
readily!
And Mingguang is the strongest liquor in the world.
Swallowing it can slit your throat with swords and cut your internal organs, but it is also the most mellow and fragrant flavor that leaves a lasting impression.
She tasted it the day she fell from the peach tree after her spirit was condensed.
But Bitao liked him very much, yet that didn't stop her from continuing to annoy him.
Bitao looked at him, mimicking his disbelief: "When you were slaying the evil spirit Xi, you personally stopped the Soul-Scattering Talisman for me, preventing the successor of Gengwu Tai Sui from killing me."
“When I was in the illusion of evil spirits, I was arranged to have a ghost marriage. It was you who found my grave and personally removed the eighteen coffin nails that were meant to send me to hell.”
“Each one was nailed down by the cheating immortals of the ancient immortal clan. Do you still remember the pain of your broken finger and exposed nail? Do you still remember the fear and despair you felt when you thought I was suffocating to death in the coffin?”
"You personally witnessed how they harmed me, and now you dare to say that with you around, no one dares to offend me?"
Bitao took another step back, and then laughed as if she had just realized something, "I remember now... You are Mingguang, not my husband Wei Danxin."
“You are the ‘Regent Prince’ of Heaven. You have the ability to manipulate the celestial positions of the Nine Heavens and turn everyone into tools in your hands.”
“But you are not the senior brother who would disregard the overall situation and search the entire Ghost Realm for my remnant soul when the Nine Revolutions Soul Refining Array was completed.”
“You are not the Wei Danxin who would risk fighting with fellow cultivators and ruining everyone’s efforts, even at the risk of everyone dying at the hands of evil spirits, just to save my soul and bring me back to the human world.”
"You only ever act superior, trying to control everything, even turning our friendship into a transaction."
Bitao retreated repeatedly, shaking her head and biting her lip, her peach blossom eyes filled with unfamiliar emotions, as if she didn't know Mingguang at all.
Mingguang's breath caught in his throat as he watched her retreat step by step, avoiding him like the plague. He felt a surge of panic.
But because of the words she uttered, his heart was torn apart.
Mingguang wasn't born the most outstanding one, but he was always the one who worked the hardest to become outstanding.
When he was young, people often compared him to his older brother Dongjun. From then on, he studied diligently day and night and devoted himself to his public service.
For many years now, no one has compared him to another person.
Even his mother would no longer say, "You are not as smart as your brother."
But years later, he never expected that the person who would compare him to a commodity again would be Xiao Taozhi.
She was the one who understood him best, who knew his aversions and pains best, and who was the one he considered closest to him—Little Peach Branch!
And the person she compared herself to... was none other than "herself," who had no memory of him.
This feeling even made Mingguang feel like he was being used as a substitute for someone else.
The sense of defeat and collapse at this moment was like a sinister poison that stirred up the lingering toxins in his very bones.
It instantly eroded his reason.
"Wei Danxin...Wei Danxin!"
"You keep referring to Wei Danxin!"
Unbeknownst to him, Mingguang's golden eyes turned crimson. He strode up to Bitao, his forehead veins bulging with rage, and roared, "Little Peach Branch, you say you love me, but who do you truly love—me or Wei Danxin?!"
Bitao's shoulders were being pinched, and she wanted to grimace in pain.
Mingguang has an inexhaustible amount of energy!
That's awesome!
Hopefully, we can use our abilities where they are "appropriate" in the future, and not be like Wei Danxin, who always had to leave some spare capacity.
Bitao summoned the wood spirits to fight back, raising her head like a fighting rooster, bristling all her fur.
He sneered, "Think what you want."
Mingguang's expression immediately went blank, and then his handsome face became more distorted than ever before.
Mingguang's hand, which had been gripping her shoulders, tightened around her throat. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fist, he asked again, his mind buzzing, "Or is your so-called 'love' just anyone, as long as they have my face?!"
"If you want this kind of appearance, just find any Tom, Dick, or Harry to wear, and it'll be exactly what you want."
"Why did you have to..."
Mingguang desperately wanted to strangle Bitao, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably: "Why did you have to provoke me?!"
"You humiliate and trample me to this extent, letting the entire celestial realm witness how fooled you have me. Do you find it particularly satisfying? Little Peach Branch, what do you take me for?"
Mingguang gripped Bitao's neck with both hands, meeting her still stubborn, even calm, peach blossom eyes, and was about to go crazy with anger: "Say something!"
"Then what were you doing chasing after me for a hundred years?!"
Mingguang was so angry with Bitao that he forgot all about being a "gentleman," but Bitao's expression remained unchanged.
When arguing, if one person goes crazy and the other acts like they're not afraid of boiling water, the one who went crazy could be "driven to death" by anger.
Bitao continued to fan the flames: "I've chased you for a hundred years, of course, because I love you."
Mingguang was taken aback, but then his anger flared even more.
"Love? You still dare to talk to me about love?!"
Regardless of his words, Bitao continued, "You may have misunderstood. Even without the conflict with the ancient immortal clan, my pursuit of you for a hundred years was not for the sake of following behind you for thousands of years to come, to be a servant chasing after your footsteps."
"Did I say you could chase after me?" Mingguang snapped. "How many times have I refused you?"
He was completely swayed by Bitao's words, and even then he was still responding to her and arguing with her: "Did I ask you to cook porridge? Wasn't it me who cooked the porridge?!"
"You're only good at climbing trees to steal bird eggs and catching fish in the sea, but you can clearly burn a red crab when you're grilling it!"
Seeing that his mind was already in turmoil, Bitao thought that at this moment, the immortals in the Nine Heavens who were watching the Silver River must be having a heated discussion.
After all, apart from Bitao, no one has ever seen Mingguang Xuanxian go crazy or lose his mind, right?
But Bitao knew that he hadn't completely lost his mind; the hand gripping her neck wasn't even that strong.
When two people fight as children, it's not just talk, nor is it just a matter of showing off their skills.
That was truly beating the opponent to death.
Mingguang has been restrained for too many years, and his beautiful golden feathers have become dull from the restraint. He has probably forgotten that he can fly.
The ancient immortals protected him, respected him, granted him authority, and nurtured his pride. Yet, this also became the rope that bound and controlled him.
Mingguang was unaware that he was being bound hand and foot without his knowledge. He even voluntarily abandoned his "selfish desires" just to adapt to that "cage".
But the golden crow should have soared in the sky, its wings a warm light that illuminates all things, but also a raging inferno that destroys everything.
He shouldn't be restrained.
Even Bitao herself couldn't bear to restrain her golden crow, so why should anyone else?
Bitao is extremely arrogant by nature. Now, in the Nine Heavens, she has countless "enemies." To prevent Mingguang from trying to use her to mend the relationship between the ancient immortal clan and the merit immortal position in the future, she simply... let the "storm" come even more fiercely.
It would be better if everything were beyond repair.
Bitao said, "You want me to join the Thunder Fighter Division, which is nothing more than making me your vassal. I don't want to be your vassal, nor do I want to be your servant. I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
"I do not want to be confined to any one department, spending my days in tedious public service, submerged in those corrupt traditions that should have been overturned and replaced, and worn down and assimilated."
Bitao spoke slowly and deliberately, not passionately, yet every word she uttered carried the same weight as Mingguang's judgment.
She raised her finger and pointed to the sky: "What I want is to stand at the very top of the heavens and have my golden crow willingly fly down from the sky and fall into my arms."
"Instead of you erecting a high platform next to your 'cage' for me to admire your 'heroic figure' sculpted by others."
“Mingguang, move a little. Can’t you feel how heavy the chains on your body are, making you walk on your knees?”
Mingguang's expression hardened slightly.
“You are skilled in political maneuvering and know how to secure your position. You want to use this cooperation in the Star Realm and my marriage to you to mend the rift among the immortals of the Nine Heavens.”
Bitao asked Mingguang, "But have you ever thought about where the cracks come from? Aren't you afraid that the scars covered up by power and trickery will eventually fester and worsen, affecting your whole body?"
Mingguang was breathing rapidly, his brows furrowed.
Unable to resist, he retorted to Bitao, "The Ancient Immortal Clan and the Merit Immortal Position are both Immortal Positions, and they are for the sake of all living beings in the myriad realms. There should be no grudges or selfish desires between them."
"What's wrong with me trying to bridge the gap?"
He didn't understand why Xiao Taozhi insisted on stirring up a conflict between immortals.
Bitao flung his arm away and slapped his hand away as he tried to grab her again.
"But the immortals have already developed selfish desires. Do you think they should be extinguished just because you think they shouldn't be?"
Bitao sneered, "You think you can control everything, command all the immortals, and turn your hand to make clouds or rain?"
But what about in practice?
"Didn't they still try to stop me from returning to heaven, and to stop this wild immortal from seizing the position of general in the Thunder Fighter Division, even dragging the Star Gods into it, and conspiring to kill and harm me right in front of you?"
"Am I, a wild spirit, some kind of heinous demon?"
"Let me ask you, is it for the sake of the common people to kill me, or for the sake of the common people to harm me?"
"They are just using their strength to dominate and not allowing anyone outside the ancient immortal clan to take the lead."
"Now they won't allow a wild immortal like me to rise to prominence, but what about in the future? Thousands of years later, with insatiable desires, won't they one day also forbid you, the future Immortal Emperor, from holding power?"
Bi Tao's words were venomous: "I have truly joined any branch of the ancient immortal clan. They have joined forces to harm me. Don't you know how many places the Nine Heavens officials can control? If I make even the slightest mistake, I will be trapped in the mortal realm and unable to return to heaven."
"By then, you'll be bound by countless layers of chains. How will you be able to save me?"
"At that time, in order to protect your magnificent cage and your so-called position as the Immortal Emperor, you'll probably abandon me and marry an ancient immortal woman, won't you?"
"Mingguang, will I have to become your concubine in the mortal realm?"
These words are truly malicious and potentially fatal.
Bitao knew, of course, that Mingguang would never do such a thing. He was just as fiery as she was. The reason he hadn't realized he was bound was simply because he was caught up in the situation. As an ancient immortal clan, he followed the tradition and had allowed those chains to grow into his bones and flesh without him even realizing it.
But once Mingguang discovers he's been restrained, no one can control a raptor whose wings are naturally so large they blot out the sky.
Bitao was purely trying to sow discord, planting a seed of doubt in his heart.
From now on, no matter how small the request made by any ancient immortal clan, Mingguang's suspicious and forceful nature will prevent it from going smoothly.
Bitao's outrageous remarks in front of the heavens will surely make her a target of public criticism if she does not attain a high position upon her death.
She essentially drew a "chasm" between Mingguang and herself, making them completely opposed from then on.
It's like putting yourself on a dead end.
But she was never afraid.
She was going to take a risky path; otherwise, how could a wild immortal like her possibly pluck the "sun" from the sky?
Mingguang, however, was afraid.
His lost reason returned amidst Bitao's outrageous words, and he instinctively stopped her: "Stop talking nonsense, shut up!"
Bitao leaned against the gate where the golden spirit locks were intertwined, her hands behind her back, using wood spirit to corrode the golden spirit locks, ready to run away at any moment.
Bitao knew very well where Mingguang's bottom line was, and the fact that he had even agreed to the marriage this time was truly shocking to her.
At this moment, the two seemed to be at each other's throats, but in reality, Bitao was excited beyond words.
It was as if she had been grinding the iron pestle for over a hundred years, and it had finally shrunk considerably.
There's hope for a successful needle insertion!
Bitao wanted to drag Zhan Kui over so she could hear how Mingguang had defied the "inheritance," abandoned the ancient immortal clan's rule of choosing a wife for the immortal emperor, and declared that he wanted to marry her and protect her.
How did she manage to drive him to the brink of madness with just a few words from her?
She kept telling Zhan Kui that Ming Guang loved her terribly, but Zhan Kui never believed her. If she were here now, she would definitely believe it.
But Bitao also knew that Mingguang's agreement to the marriage was the limit of what he could give up, given that he had accepted the inheritance of the ancient immortal clan, grown up in the mold of the "Immortal Emperor," and whose mind had decayed along with the ancient immortal clan.
This is also the best solution he can think of at the moment.
Ultimately, the two not only have different stances, but also different perspectives on things.
In Mingguang's eyes, most of the ancient immortals were obedient, well-behaved, and submissive, rarely deviating from the proper path.
If he were to arbitrarily overturn and deny everything based on anyone's one-sided words or any one-sided influence, then he would truly be unworthy of being an emperor.
However, Mingguang has been in a high position for too long. While he may seem to have a comprehensive view of the overall situation, it is difficult for him to fully grasp the details.
Bitao needs to pull him down from his pedestal first.
On the Silver River, the immortals, upon hearing the "outrageous words" of the Peach Blossom Immortal, inevitably engaged in heated discussions.
A wild immortal, using despicable means, managed to win the heart of the "Crown Prince," who promised her marriage, only to cruelly refuse—a truly outrageous act.
He even boasted that he wanted to stand at the very top of the Nine Heavens and "stand shoulder to shoulder" with the future Immortal Emperor?
They keep making accusations and slanders against the ancient immortal clan, and are plotting to kidnap the "Emperor" with ulterior motives.
It is known that there are tens of thousands of immortals in the entire celestial realm, of which the ancient immortal race accounts for eight or nine out of ten.
This is like, in the mortal realm, falsely accusing the emperor of a "general" who holds military power of plotting a rebellion without any evidence.
How can one describe the wildness of the Peach Blossom Fairy?
Her actions and words are utterly outrageous!
Even some immortals who had always supported Bitao joined in criticizing her, and for a time, harsh words were exchanged all over the Silver River.
And all of them are directed at one person.
Zhu Ming, who was watching the Silver River Net, showed no signs of anxiety this time.
It will happen someday.
As Bitao said, the desire for immortality is just like the burning desires of mortals, which will only intensify and cannot be extinguished by external forces.
Human desires are the poison that rots the flesh and festers the bones of immortals.
The peach blossoms merely revealed the facade of peace and tranquility ahead of time.
However... if she continues like this, even if she eventually cooperates with the ancient immortal clan to ascend to heaven and attain her position, she will still be condemned by everyone in the celestial realm.
Zhu Ming leaned on the table, his fingers pressed against his temples, his expression ambiguous.
Zhu Ming truly did not expect that Bi Tao would refuse to marry Ming Guang.
Zhu Ming could see how much she liked Mingguang.
She went to so much trouble to be with Mingguang, so why did she reject him when he was moved and agreed?
Or even completely deny and offend him?
This is no way to pursue someone... You'd never catch up in ten thousand years.
Or was it that she... never liked Mingguang at all?
Looking at the comments on the Silver River, which had been filled with joy as they watched the competition for the immortal positions, but were now all condemning Bi Tao, Zhu Ming finally sighed deeply.
If things really don't work out after Bitao passes away... let the Eastern King Duke intervene and send her to Shangqing Realm to avoid trouble.
Bitao, whom the immortals called "outrageous and mad," seemed unaware of the heaven-defying ravings she was spouting, and continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Why don't you answer? Does Mingguang Xuanxian think I'm being fanciful and unreasonable? Or is it that you can only accept my position by your side, that I can only be your appendage?"
Bitao said, "Did I hit a nerve and leave you speechless?"
She observed Mingguang's expression until his heart was boiling with anger, and then, fearlessly, she poured cold water on it: "My husband, Wei Danxin, would never do that."
"He would not only risk his life to protect and love me, but if I asked him to climb to the sky, he would definitely build me a ladder."
"If I were to ask him for the position of leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, he would definitely give it to me with great fanfare."
"You are not him."
"No matter how well you pretend, it's not true."
Upon hearing this, Mingguang opened his mouth slightly, his lips trembling slightly.
He looked at Bitao, his golden eyes filled with a chaotic vortex of thoughts, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
But his outward anger, doubt, and breakdown slowly disappeared in Bitao's words, "You are not him" and "No matter how well you pretend, you are not him."
He calmed down completely in the blink of an eye, as if a storm that had swept through halfway had suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth.
Mingguang didn't try to say anything more in defense, but turned around and went back into the house, as if he no longer wanted to argue with Xiaotaozhi.
But anyone who has weathered a storm knows that this is impossible.
The sudden calm can only mean that you have finally entered the eye of the storm.
Bitao swiftly urged the wood spirit to corrode the metal spirit, her expression of ease turning anxious after Mingguang turned away.
Sure enough, Mingguang soon came out of the house again.
He held the longsword, now riddled with nicks and chips, in his hand. Golden energy surged and poured forth, swirling and scattering across his robes and hair, making him appear as if a god had descended from heaven.
He pointed his sword at Bitao and blurted out, "I am not Wei Danxin. Wei Danxin is dead."
"Since you love him so much, I'll send you down to see him now."
Mingguang was finally—completely driven mad by Bitao!
His divine pronouncements, if not fulfilled as prophecies, will have varying degrees of backlash.
Therefore, he never speaks carelessly, but now he was so angry that he said he was already dead!
He couldn't verify Bitao's provocative words in a short time, but he wasn't a fool who lost his judgment because of anger.
She wanted to ascend to the highest realm and become an emperor. The celestial positions in the Nine Heavens have always been held by the capable. Did he stop her?
Was he promoted to general so that she would become his subordinate?
His mother rose from the rank of Thunder Department General to the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms.
A vassal? How could a wife be a vassal?
His mother, Kunyi, was never an appendage of his father, Qingming!
With the Heavenly Rules above and all the immortals of the Nine Heavens above, all the immortals who commit evil and harm others will surely receive their due punishment.
How can we generalize about the entire ancient immortal race?
Little Peach Branch is quick-witted and eloquent, always trying to sow discord. But in the end, it's nothing more than... not loving him.
She didn't love him at all, that's why she acted this way.
She was willing to marry Wei Danxin in the mortal world, but refused the marriage, trampled on and belittled him, mocked his inability to protect her, and denounced him as a caged bird!
Okay, okay.
She dared to tease and fool him so much, so he personally escorted her to see her good husband, Wei Danxin!
Just as the bright, golden sword slashed down, Bitao happened to open the heavily locked gate of Jinling.
Then, with a cry of "Mother!", she rushed out.
A sense of foreboding washed over me—the big silly bird was coming!
He rolled on the spot as soon as he stepped out the door, narrowly avoiding Mingguang's sword strike, which was imbued with boundless rage.
He got up, but his face was full of smiles, as if he had gone mad.
Actually, she was happy.
I've been happier than I've been in over a hundred years.
Mingguang hadn't "played" with her like this for many years.
She watched him grow up, saw him imprison and seal himself away, and from then on, he became a model "coffin board," conforming to the rules.
How terrible.
This is how his little Mingguang is now.
"You run... I'll see where you run to!"
Mingguang chased after Bitao, slashing wildly with his longsword without any strategy, his aura as chaotic as that of an ordinary person, and his steps even more disordered.
The voice wasn't the deliberately suppressed, somber tone of judgment or defiance. It was clear and melodious, like the tinkling of a spring: "You dare to play me? Dare you stand still and let me chop you down!"
Heaven have mercy! Mingguang, a celestial being over two hundred years old, is equivalent to a young boy in the mortal realm. He himself did not know that he could make such a sound!
"Little Peach Branch, come here right now!"
"Pah!" Bitao retorted as she ran away, covering her head. "Only a fool would stand there and let you chop him up!"
"If you're so capable, come and kill me yourself! You've been stupid as a child, nyah~"
As dawn approached, the golden spirit and the wood spirit continued to flash around the village.
It was like a "firework" that belonged only to the two of them.
It's like two forces, neither willing to admit defeat, colliding, fighting, and tearing each other apart, before gradually merging and accepting each other.
After a beam of intense light, intertwined with gold and green, shot into the sky, the dark sky seemed to be torn open by the light.
The sky was beginning to lighten, and dawn was approaching.
The two chased each other and fought for half the night, but they couldn't determine a winner.
Although Mingguang's cultivation was higher than Bitao's, he was so angered by Bitao that he lost all his strategies and techniques, relying only on his brute strength, which made him vulnerable to Bitao's wood spirit attacks.
"Despicable!" Mingguang cursed countless times throughout the night.
Both of them are now exhausted, their spiritual energy depleted.
Sweating through their heavy clothes, they stumbled and walked one after the other on the road that had been trampled flat overnight.
Bitao was in front, panting as if she had just run eight hundred miles, her breathing louder than her voice.
Bitao continued to provoke Mingguang: "You've got guts... throw away your sword, and I'll beat you to death!"
Mingguang actually threw the sword away.
Then, with gentleness, she beckoned to Bitao and said, "Peach, come here quickly, I am Wei Danxin."
In reality, his long hair was disheveled and soaked with sweat, sticking to his face. His handsome face was a mess, but his eyes were like those of a hawk, staring intently at Bitao. The veins on his arms, cheeks, and neck were bulging and throbbing.
Unable to catch up with Bitao and unable to vent his anger, he admitted that he was Wei Danxin.
You call yourself a loyal minister? You're more like a big bad wolf!
If Bitao dares to go over there, he will definitely "kill" her.
Upon hearing this, Bitao clutched her stomach, trying to suppress her laughter and catch her breath.
Just then, there was a commotion on the road not far away.
A monk led out his horse, ready to depart.
Bitao was also at her last gasp. Seeing this, her eyes lit up, and she immediately ran towards the figure.
The loss of control in the middle of the night, the cold morning wind blowing, the sweat-soaked clothes chilling to the bone, and the figure not far away, along with the daylight finally breaking through the clouds, all crashed into his eyes—Mingguang finally woke up.
He did not chase after them.
Bitao practically crawled back to Zhan Kui's house.
As soon as he entered the house, he leaned against the door frame and lay down on the ground, motionless.
Zhan Kui jumped out of bed in fright, thinking Bi Tao was injured: "What happened? What happened?!"
"Is it because the patriarch of the Xuanmen sect can't hold back any longer and is about to make a move?!"
Bitao was turned around by Zhan Kui, and although she was exhausted and looked like a noodle, her expression remained cheerful and relaxed.
"You..." Zhan Kui could tell from her expression that she was very happy.
What's making you so happy?
"You... you can't have fought Mingguang for three hundred rounds and ended up like this, can you?" Zhan Kui was referring to the "battle" between the man and woman.
If it really was Mingguang, that would be too ruthless.
Bitao lay on the ground and raised her eyebrows.
I really wanted to slap Zhan Kui on the head, but I didn't have the strength.
His voice, hoarse from exhaustion, rang out: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"I went to walk my bird..."
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