Xue Mei gnashed his teeth and looked towards Que Gong: "We can't fight anymore. Wen Wushang is too cunning."
Que Gong said in a deep voice: "Demon Lord, it is not appropriate to fight again today."
Tu Yuan's face was full of reluctance, but he knew there was no other way.
"withdraw!"
He roared angrily, and the three of them turned into demonic shadows and disappeared into the nine-layer demonic cloud.
The smoke cleared, and the monster returned to the spiritual ring with a wave of Wen Wushang's hand.
He slowly turned his head, looked into Zi Mou's eyes, and said calmly, "Su Yao, can you please let me have some peace of mind?"
"Aren't there only two fragments of divine consciousness left in the Void Realm?"
"When are you going to find it?"
Purple eyes were cold: "Noisy."
She turned and looked at Xin Jifeng and Zhan Tianye: "Let's go home."
Xin Jifeng rolled his eyes at Wen Wushang: "Mind your own business."
Liu Yuting stepped aside and landed beside Su Yao, with a doting look on his face: "Ayao, I'll make you some soup when I get home."
She didn't answer and kept walking.
Her azure eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that she had obtained a fragment of divine consciousness.
Wen Wushang disappeared in an instant, and Shi Sang also disappeared.
"My Lord..." The seriously injured Zi Mengling's eyes were broken, a tear slipped down the corner of her eye, she closed her eyes and smiled at herself, then turned into a wisp of demonic energy and disappeared on the spot.
On the other side, Murong Yin hurried over and saw that Su Murong was safe and sound. Her eyes were full of joy: "Director Su, are you okay?"
Su Murong's expression remained normal: "It's all right now."
Tu Yuehen and Tu Yinyin also came forward, looked around Su Murong several times, and said with surprise: "It's okay... It's finally okay!"
"Brother! You've made us worry to death..." Tu Yinyin said with red eyes and lingering fear.
In a flash, Tu Yuehen looked at the figure that was gradually walking away, and finally couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Sister-in-law! Thank you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yuting's eyes turned cold and a talisman shot out.
Bang!
The brother and sister were immediately speechless, raising their hands to cast a spell, each trying but unable to remove it, their faces filled with embarrassment.
Su Yao kept walking without even turning his head.
Su Murong looked at the figure gradually moving away, was silent for a moment, raised his hand and waved, breaking the sealing spell.
"Don't call her sister-in-law anymore."
His voice was low, but remarkably clear: "My relationship with her...can't go back to the way it was."
When Murong Yin heard this, an unconcealable hope appeared in her eyes.
She quietly looked at Su Yao's back, and silently said in her heart: I hope you really won't look back.
…
That night, in the Su residence, in the front hall.
Su Changhe personally cooked a table full of dishes. Wen Wushang sat in the seat of honor and asked Su Yao to accompany him.
"Su Yao, Director Wen is so generous and kind. When you were not at home, he not only invested another 100 million yuan in your father's Chinese medicine hospital, but also injected capital into your 'Su Yao Chinese Medicine Clinic'. Now he is the largest shareholder of our Su family." Su Changhe's face was flushed, and he was indescribably happy in his heart.
Although the Su family is not short of money, new medical projects are still quite expensive.
Purple eyes revealed displeasure: "Wen Wushang, what are you doing? If you have too much money, why build a few more hospitals? Why do you always invest in our Su family's industries?"
"Su Yao, don't be rude to Director Wen! After all, he has done things that benefit the people."
Although he was old, he was not blind. He saw that Wen Wushang's investment intention was for his granddaughter Su Yao. He stood up and said with a smile, "Director Wen, you guys take your time eating. I have a video conference, so I have to excuse myself first."
"Su Yao, you must not neglect Director Wen."
After Su Changhe left, Wen Wushang's eyes swept over Su Yao, the corners of his lips raised, and his smile was careless, both cold and lazy. His voice was low and hoarse, with an innate temptation: "Su Yao, you seem to have lost weight."
The mixed-race man's face is delicate and three-dimensional, as cold and clear as if carved by a knife, and his temperament is sharp and unruly.
"Wen Wushang, do you want to stay in the Su family?" Liu Yuting sat down and faced him, not wanting Su Yao and Wen Wushang to be alone.
Looking at that extremely handsome face that could rival his own, Wen Wushang felt his heart choke up: "Liu Yuting, why are you everywhere?"
Su Yao was afraid that they would continue to fight like last time, so he immediately picked up his chopsticks and glanced at them coldly: "Shut up and eat quietly."
Without raising his purple eyes, he said indifferently, "Wen Wushang, three days later, at the entrance to the Demon Realm, two out of three will be won."
A hint of ecstasy flashed in his azure eyes. A thousand-year-old wish was about to come true. He suppressed his excitement and said in a solemn tone, "I will definitely keep the appointment as scheduled."
…
Three days later.
Entrance to the Demonic Realm: The Secret Realm of Ailao Mountain.
In the secret place, there is a pile of cigarette butts and withered flowers on the ground.
Wen Wushang waited until dark, but Su Yao did not show up.
He was so angry that his whole body turned cold. He took out his cell phone with stiff fingers. The evil energy surrounded him and the cell phone signal exploded.
As soon as the call was connected, he angrily demanded, like a man whose girlfriend had stood him up, "Su Yao! Are you dead? Do you remember the promise you made to me?"
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