Chapter 114 Jiang Zaozao
She was... talking to the Mist Master?
Wu Miao subconsciously stood up and asked her retreating figure, "Should we go to my room or yours?"
Everyone: "...?!"
"Either is fine." Jiang Xianwan impatiently left those two words and headed straight for the third floor.
Hua Buxiu opened the door and raised an eyebrow slightly.
This wicked disciple dares to come knocking on our door?
Jiang Xianwan was naturally still feeling guilty. His foot was stuck on the threshold, and he couldn't get in because of Hua Meiren's posture of leaning against half of the door panel.
She tensed, meeting his enigmatic smile. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her shoulder with her fingertip, glanced at her master, and gave a dry laugh. "Master, shall we go inside and talk?"
Hua Buxiu stared at her silently for ten seconds, then said slowly, "I dare not, I am afraid of wolves."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Jiang Xianwan, the lecherous man, coughed guiltily, "Haha, Master is joking, there's no wolf here."
The true wolf is in the black market.
After saying that, he turned his head and looked to both sides with an air of seriousness.
"Oh? No?" Hua Buxiu slowly lowered his head, his tender red lips almost touching hers, carrying a light breath. His words were low and gentle, climbing along Jiang Xianwan's earlobe, intimately like a whisper, "But your teacher... saw a really big one."
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Is this something that can't be resolved?
Could it be that Hua Meiren is planning to settle scores later and skin her alive?
Realizing that this was very likely, Jiang Xianwan silently swallowed.
He tilted his head slightly back, creating a dangerous distance, raised his innocent eyes, and feigned just the right amount of confusion, asking, "Huh?"
He then muttered to himself, "Oh, Master, I suddenly remembered there's something particularly heavy..."
She turned to flee for her life, but a glimpse of a faint smile in Hua Buxiu's eyes sent a chill down her spine. Startled, she quickly turned back.
The beautiful woman in a blue robe with wide sleeves, a smile playing on her lips, stood gracefully in place, looking like the most exquisite trace of spring deep in the mountains, almost radiant with light.
Only Jiang Xianwan knew that if she dared to run, she would really lose her skin.
Take a slow breath, steel your resolve, and tilt your head back to lean closer.
"Master, how about... you come back in person?"
"Two times is fine too."
Hua Buxiu: "..."
His eyelashes fluttered, and the smile on his thin lips faded.
Looking down at the disciple's upturned face, with her delicate skin, slightly parted rosy lips, and smooth, long neck that shimmered with a soft, lustrous sheen, a gentle breeze seemed to flutter wildly in the depths of her eyes.
Hua Buxiu suddenly chuckled softly, and under her gaze, slowly lowered his head and approached...
The red lanterns in the corridor cast an ambiguous halo over the two people whose figures were gradually overlapping. As Jiang Xianwan breathed softly, her pupils dilated little by little.
But he couldn't resist his stubbornness and forced himself to remain calm, mimicking his beautiful master by revealing a slightly provocative smile.
Hua Buxiu looked down at her, her hair falling with the blue ribbon, her pupils gradually turning as black as lacquer.
Those soft lips almost brushed against her cheek, slowly approaching that snow-white neck.
Jiang Xianwan was stung by the hot breath and slightly raised her neck, when a warm, soft hand gently pinched the back of her neck and pulled her into the room.
As the door was knocked on, Hua Buxiu leisurely sat down and slowly picked up a lychee from the plate.
"Tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time that you want your teacher to clean up your mess?"
Jiang Xianwan breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered the important matter and her eyes lit up again.
She took two steps closer, unceremoniously grabbed the lychee he had just peeled from his fingertips, and stuffed it into her mouth. "Master, wipe it again and help me erase this divine sense mark."
Hua Buxiu held the mustard seed pouch in his hand, raising a slight brow at the corner of his eye. "You stole something from the Demon Realm?"
"Yes, yes, it's the son of the Sirius King. Master, hurry up, don't dawdle."
"Of course, the fee for your trouble is ten thousand spirit stones."
Hua Buxiu glanced at her, casually tossed the mustard seed bag onto the table, and refused, "No."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Isn't money your favorite thing?
"One hundred thousand?"
Hua Buxiu doesn't look at his wicked disciple.
"twenty."
Hua Buxiu still wouldn't look at his wicked disciple.
Jiang Xianwan sighed and tugged at his sleeve, "Want it?"
Hua Buxiu pulled his sleeve back.
Jiang Xianwan sighed and sat down next to him.
Then, she slowly peeled a lychee and put it in his mouth, hesitating as if to say something, "Master, could it be that you... are impotent?"
Hua Buxiu: "..." Heartless, infuriating disciple.
Hua Buxiu, with a lychee in his mouth, glared at her irritably, then took the mustard seed bag back. "I just want to prove that I am very strong."
My beautiful master is indeed very strong.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xianwan left happily.
I went down to the second floor and stared at the person in front of me for two seconds.
Wu Miao gritted her teeth, tilted her head and smiled, "Wanwan?"
He raised his hand and pressed her against the wall.
"You little liar, you're so good, always making me look for you."
Where have you been these past two years?
"You came to the Southern Border and ended up like this, just to hide from us?"
"You don't trust me that much?"
"Have I wronged you? Every time I give you a bunch of spirit stones, you just sit there and think you can go see the world."
"Do you know that I dream of strangling you to death?"
He didn't know either.
Originally, Jiang Xianwan was just a vessel for him to replace his junior uncle without any problems, but now that the lonely little girl no longer comes to him every month to collect spirit stones, it feels like something is missing.
Habits are truly a terrible thing.
They even worried that with her weak cultivation level, if she left the Eternal Sect, she might die somewhere unnoticed.
Wu Miao gripped her shoulders, her breathing becoming rapid, as if she wanted to shake her to death. "You even lied to me and said your name was Jiang Zaozao!"
He forced a laugh through gritted teeth.
"Jiang Xianwan! Have I treated you that badly?!"
"If you just run away like this, and something happens to you, if you die or get injured, who will care about you!"
He almost growled.
The disciples from both realms, and even a few elders in the hall, gradually developed strange expressions and fell into a thunderous silence.
Holy crap!
The Mist Master and the Sword Venerable's disciple once... had...?
She ran away, he chased.
It sounds like Master Wu was the one who was being played!
Only the girl in white standing at a distance wanted to kill herself by crashing her head into a wall!
Jiang Xianwan slammed him against the wall and retorted without hesitation, "My name is Jiang Xianwan, so what if my nickname is Zaozao?"
"Besides, it was a consensual deal, a one-off transaction, not a contract of servitude. Why does it sound like I owe you something?"
"Sect Leader Wu, I am just a weak and insignificant person. If I die, I die. There is no need for you to worry about me."
Wu Miao stared blankly at the face in front of her, her thoughts instantly drawn back to the past.
The once innocent-looking girl now has striking features, and the marks on her face cannot be concealed. Just like before, she is captivating.
Nothing has changed, not a single thing has changed.
"Wanwan."
Wu Miao took out a mustard seed bag from her sleeve and placed it in her hand, her voice drifting and hoarse, "I've been keeping this ready all this time. I've been waiting for two years, and you still haven't come to collect your payment."
The eavesdroppers: "...!!!"
Payment for prostitution!
What's the price for prostitution?
Is this the price they're thinking of for prostitution?
People from both realms were completely bewildered.
Could these two words really have come from the mouth of the serene and refined Sect Leader Wu?!
Elder Tie went from being completely bewildered to having anger in his eyes, and then suddenly stood up.
Jiang Xianwan frowned.
Was Wu Miao doing this on purpose?
“Come back with me. You like spirit stones, so I’ll dig up all the spirit veins in the Eternal Sect for you. Once we’re back, the Eternal Sect will protect you, and so will I.”
His voice was low and somewhat urgent.
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