Chapter 167 Who Arrived First, Who Came First?
She shook the bone hairpin again, feigning grievance, actually reinforcing the guidance and coaxing Jiang Xianwan into saying something.
Taking advantage of his misleading behavior, he deliberately misled the four men who were closely watching him, seizing the rare opportunity to solidify his position as one of them.
What made him overjoyed was—
Jiang Xianwan followed his words and unconsciously repeated, "Fei Ling... Fei Ling..."
Her voice, tinged with a touch of naivety from the intoxication, brushed against my heart like a feather.
"Um."
Fei Ling responded softly.
Her eyes, sparkling like scattered stars, were like a pebble thrown in, creating endless ripples, leaving only her silhouette reflected in them.
The unconscious tightening of her grip on the bone hairpin betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
When she spoke again, her voice was a few decibels lower, "Fei Ling."
Jiang Xianwan's gaze followed the bone hairpin in his hand. Her eyes, which were filled with tears, gradually revealed an undeniable shrewdness. However, due to the alcohol, her tone of voice, which was somewhat gritting, was masked, leaving only soft words.
"Fei Ling!"
This hairpin.
Even if she were reduced to ashes, she would remember!
When a person's hairpin is extremely lowly, he is invincible.
When the words reached Hua Buxiu and the others, they indeed took on a different meaning.
Jiang Xianwan really has feelings for this little bitch!
When they saw him, their big eyes lit up!
And he shouted with such emotion!
For a moment, the air in the room was frozen by an invisible pressure.
Jiang Xianwan, who tried to grab the hairpin (of course, she might have wanted to scratch Fei Ling's face), was pulled back by Hua Buxiu and placed next to Jiang Xingxing.
Hua Buxiu wrapped her whole body in a thin blanket, raised his elbow slightly, and used a soft, large sleeve to completely cover the wicked disciple's face, forcibly shutting down the wicked disciple's phone.
Five pairs of eyes collided silently and chaotically in the air.
After a while, as if some agreement had been reached, they parted the beaded curtain and went to the outer room.
Hua Buxiu stood there seemingly casually, but in reality, he was forcibly suppressing his displeasure. He said indifferently, "Get out."
Feng Huixue: "..." Who's going out?
Does he dare to say it again?
Even if he is Jiang Xianwan's master, he shouldn't be this arrogant, right?
He was here first!
He is the legal wife!
Big, big room!!!
Why should he leave?!
Feng Huixue plopped down on the stool, crossed her long legs over the other, and leisurely picked up her teacup. "Sword Master is right. It's the middle of the night, and everyone must be tired. You should all go home quickly."
"It's time for the three of us to rest."
He's going to have sex with Jiang Xianwan tonight to solidify his status.
Nobody should try to ruin his plans!
Those standing at the station: "..."
Hua Buxiu: "..."
Rest?
Does he still want to rest?
How to rest?
Hua Buxiu glanced sideways at the only bed, his eyes filled with a deep, dark look.
But there's no reason to stop the wind and snow from returning.
The way Xingxing kept calling out "Father" made it clear, even to a dog, that the wicked disciple and this fox had a very deep bond, far beyond what anyone else could match.
Perhaps... they already...
A hint of annoyance surfaced in Hua Buxiu's eyes. He originally did not want to get involved in his wicked disciple's love affairs, but these past few days, he had been provoked and had to force himself to swallow his anger.
Fei Ling, in particular, seems to thrive on chaos, and she's quick to resort to sharp tongues and sowing discord.
What's more, his wicked disciple, with boundless lust, actually kept so many things from him, and behind his back, he was having affairs and philandering.
Is she planning to take over both realms and three domains?
If we include Fei Ling, then there are seven!
What he found most intolerable was that he knew perfectly well that he was not one of the six men Jiang Xianwan had mentioned.
So, who exactly are these unknown men?
Hua Buxiu tried to pull at it for several days, but the more he thought about it, the more his heart felt heavy.
Is this how your wicked disciple treats him?
She kissed him, patted her butt, turned around and left, to live a carefree and happy life with someone else?
What is he?
Is it just a game, just playing around?
Who dares to kiss the Phoenix Sword Master!
Why should he tolerate Feng Huixue staying behind and happily climbing into his own wicked disciple's bed?
Hua Buxiu's brows were adorned with faint, ethereal fiery patterns, and his eyes were shrouded in an unfathomable darkness, illuminated by the candlelight.
Fei Ling's heart was rippled with emotion at this moment, and she was reluctant to leave.
Suddenly breaking the tense atmosphere, she slumped into the chair like a boneless person, her fingers touching her forehead, "Ugh... my head is so dizzy, the wine today was too strong."
"Brothers, I can't hold on any longer, I need to sleep for a while."
Leaving is impossible.
He had worked so hard to earn this opportunity; if he left, when would he ever see Wanwan again?
He'll be leaving tonight without a name or status; he'll be crying his eyes out in a corner.
Four men: "..."
If you don't want to leave, just say so!
When did he even take a sip of alcohol?
cheap!
Di Yin pursed his lips and looked at the two sleeping soundly, one big and one small, through the hazy veil and the slowly clear beaded curtain.
These past few days, he hadn't stopped thinking that Wanwan was already with Feng Huixue.
But... so what?
He was overjoyed that Wanwan was willing to have him.
However, with the competition over and the inevitable parting, he couldn't disturb Jiang Xianwan for the time being and went to the Taixu Sect with her.
Feng Huixue would never agree to him taking Xingxing with him, nor would she allow him to go to the Demon Realm.
He was reluctant to part with it.
Reluctant to part with Jiang Xianwan, reluctant to part with Xingxing.
He wanted to take another look.
Di Yin awkwardly covered his lips, his cheeks flushed, and his ear tips turned red. "I'm not lacking in anything."
He spoke a little faster, "Yun Weize, wanna play chess?"
Yun Weize: "...?"
The other three: "...?"
no.
Emperor Yin, is that you?
Yun Weize had no reason to stay, but he couldn't stop Di Yin from acting so quickly.
A chessboard was placed on the table with lightning speed, and the person was serious, but in the blink of an eye, they were sitting upright on the stool.
The four were stunned.
Fei Ling clapped twice mechanically, sincerely praising, "Brother, what a brilliant plan!"
I originally thought that Di Yin was a quiet and reserved person, the least competitive and unassuming one.
Who would have thought that the first move would be such a game-winning one?
It seems he needs to be even more shameless.
Seeing that she couldn't get rid of them one by one, Feng Huixue's face turned green. She glared fiercely at Fei Ling and roared in a low, furious voice, "Get out!"
That's enough!
Whose wretch is this, acting so despicable!
Even Emperor Yin is so shameless!
Yun Weize sat down stiffly, his eyes still showing a hint of confusion, when Di Yin shoved a box of chess pieces into his hand.
Hua Buxiu: "..."
Hua Buxiu stared at this unbelievable scene, his eyes swirling with dark emotions. He was almost laughing in anger. He flicked his sleeve, deciding to ignore the matter and no longer concern himself with his wayward disciple.
But just as he stepped toward the door, he turned back and sat down.
His wicked disciple, why should he leave first?
It's these outsiders who should leave!
Feng Huixue: "..."
Is this how you play it?
Is this how everyone plays?
You're all shameless, aren't you!
OK.
Despite being mentally prepared, Feng Huixue couldn't help but feel a bit sour and couldn't resist trying to get back at him.
He slammed his teacup down and said coolly, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"To get to the bottom of this, I urge everyone to understand who arrived first and who came last!"
A strange smile curved his lips, and his fox-like eyes first looked at Di Yin. "Di Yin, let's not talk about you for now. After all, Wanwan hasn't forgiven you yet."
Seeing Di Yin's face turn pale, he slid towards Fengyi Sword Master, dealing another wave of damage, "Master? I didn't know that a master would interfere in his disciple's love affairs."
"Sword Master Fengyi, why don't you enlighten me?"
"I'm really curious."
Hua Buxiu looked slightly taken aback.
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