Chapter 293 Is Master Going to Kill Me?
Jiang Xianwan didn't even blink, still casually crossing his arms, exuding a relaxed and carefree air.
The curtain of crow feathers casually and unintentionally lifted upwards, gazing at the beautiful face so close to it with a nonchalant languor.
The woman is extremely tall, with smooth and aggressive body lines that create a powerful and intimidating presence.
His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, like flowing wind and swirling snow, making his figure appear even taller and more upright.
His face showed no emotion whatsoever, which was more chilling than any ferocious expression.
Like the calm after drowning, without any restraint.
There is no need to weigh the pros and cons anymore, and the consequences are irrelevant.
Leaning slightly forward, with only her eyelids slightly lowered, the lines from her neck to her jaw were relaxed and unhurried, showing a strange elegance.
But his silent, lowered gaze was like a hawk locking onto its prey, retracting its claws, yet ready to tear it apart at any moment.
Beneath the calm lies utter madness after the defenses are broken.
Leaving no room for argument, it declares an unalterable fact—
Hua Buxiu was determined to have this title!
You have to give it to us whether you want to or not!
Otherwise, we'll all be finished, and nobody will get anything!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Does he have to give her what he wants?
Will you kill me if I don't give it to you?
Sure.
She wanted to see how this beautiful woman managed to ruin everyone's lives and how she could possibly gain that title.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly chuckled softly.
Her fingertips, like peach petals, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance, gently brushed against the fabric of his chest, causing a barely perceptible caress.
He hooked a stray strand of dark hair, playfully circling it again and again.
She slowly straightened up, mimicking his posture, and looked into his dark eyes, which gradually narrowed dangerously and held a hint of frost, with a half-smile.
Stand on tiptoe and tilt your head back.
Her soft, moist lips, as if glistening with dew, brushed against his thin lips, intimately like a whisper.
It was no longer flirting, but a declaration, a challenge.
He exhaled a sentence as if breathing out a breath.
"What, if I say I won't give it to you, will Master kill me?"
She gently twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, her expression tender, and met those emotionless eyes with a sudden smile.
"Then I can only tell you."
"I'd rather die than... Ugh!"
Hua Buxiu's face remained expressionless, only letting out a short, almost inaudible chuckle.
He thrust his knee forward, wedging it between her legs.
He pinned the wicked disciple's hands behind the tree trunk with both hands, then his thin lips fiercely captured that tender red spot and pressed it against his lips.
Ruthlessly, he swallowed the remaining words into his lungs.
You'd rather die than give it to me?
Very good!
Jiang Xianwan is really great!
Does she mean she won't give it to me?
dream!
The kisses grew more forceful, almost brutal, until the lips were swollen and red.
His wicked disciple... remained unmoved by the winds, his calm eyes reflecting his somewhat somber gaze.
Hua Buxiu's eyes surged with dark energy as he bit down on her collarbone, covering the peach-juice-like kiss mark with a fierce bite.
His thin lips were slightly parted, and his dark pupils seemed calm, yet he was already insane.
Beneath what appears to be a thin layer of ice, a dark current, sharp as a knife, surges.
"You'd rather die than give it to me? Ha, Jiang Xianwan, you've got guts."
"Even if you die today, you won't get away with it..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
Her thin eyelashes fluttered slightly, then slowly swept towards the curtain of vines hanging from the trees, adorned with deep purple blossoms...
First, he saw Fengyi Sword Master repeatedly demanding a title from Jiang Xianwan, threatening to kill him if he wasn't given one.
Led by Su Qingliu, Bai Ziye, and Lin Yujin, the members of the three sects in the Southern Territory were all speechless.
After a brief silence, they suddenly twisted into a mass of excrement behind the vines, as if possessed by evil spirits.
They all burst out in unison.
Shi Yunxiao: "Holy crap!"
He Weiyu: "Holy crap!"
Xiu Yan: "Holy crap!"
Others: "Holy crap!"
Elder Ming: "Holy crap!"
Jiang Xianwan slept with the Phoenix Sword Master?!
Why won't you give her a proper status?
Unable to obtain a formal title, the Phoenix Sword Master became enraged and even attempted to kill someone to vent his anger.
Not a single one?
One insistence?
Su Qingliu and the other two: "..." No. When did Elder Ming arrive?!
"Shh!" Elder Ming crouched furtively beside them, using a small leaf, about half the size of his palm, to cover half his face in a charade. "Don't talk!"
"Those two, master and apprentice, they're really fucking good at this!"
"That bastard Jiang Xianwan actually dared to seduce the Sword Master like a male prostitute and then throw him away like trash? Amazing!"
"If it were me, I'd be devastated too. You're telling me, she wants our Emperor, she wants the Northern Emperor, but she doesn't want her master? What's wrong with our Phoenix Sword Master?!"
All the friends: "..." You're not allowed to speak, yet you've been babbling on and on.
Another brief silence followed.
Shi Yunxiao: "I treat her like a junior sister! And she actually wants to be my elder?!"
"And she also slept with Feng Huixue? The Demon Emperor... Feng Huixue?!"
Speaking of this, Xiu Yan had a lot to say and excitedly exclaimed, "Demon Emperor Fei Ling is also her man!"
Shi Yunxiao's eyes widened like saucers: "Damn! How many men does she have?!"
He Weiyu: "Junior Sister Jiang!!! I am forever supreme, omnipotent, and the god who vanquishes all men in the world—!!!"
Xiu Yan: "That was way too brutal, wasn't it? Treating the Sword Master like a dog? And she even managed to break his defenses? Believe it or not, her battle record is verifiable! By the way, how many dogs does she have?"
Su Qingliu and his two companions each delivered a sharp elbow strike to Xiu Yan.
"roll--!"
There are still two more, and they haven't caught them yet!
Those who were spying on them twisted into sinister expressions, only to see that the Phoenix Sword Master had broken through a series of defenses on his own, and heard Jiang Xianwan say, "Even if I die..."
Suddenly… like a vicious dog, it pinned Jiang Xianwan against a tree?!
Elder Ming and the others gasped in unison, exclaiming in low voices, "...Holy crap—!"
"Forced love!"
Hua Buxiu: "..."
As Hua Buxiu leaned against the wall, unable to figure out what he was lacking, he finally heard a... lewd noise.
His knees were pressed against the tree trunk, and one hand was still in the position of restraining Jiang Xianwan's two hands.
Lips pressed together, it could be said that there was no innocence whatsoever.
Completely, he was carefree in the daytime and in the woods.
Hua Buxiu froze for only a moment, her silent, frosty eyes indifferently glancing at a particularly flamboyant shadow behind the vines, showing no unease at being discovered.
Jiang Xianwan lazily tilted her head, moved away from his lips, and used her fingertips to capture her chin before lowering her head again.
In front of so many people, including Elder Ming and her friends, if he doesn't get this title today, wouldn't it be a sign of his incompetence as Hua Buxiu?
The wicked disciple won't agree, is that it?
good.
Then...
Keep kissing me!
Kiss her until she dies!
Keep kissing her until she agrees!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She heard that chorus of "Damn it!" too.
but.
If she were to be subdued by the beautiful woman in front of so many friends today, what would become of her dignity?
The two, master and apprentice, inexplicably started competing with each other.
One insistence.
They absolutely refused to give it to anyone.
Obviously.
The new generation pushes the old one aside.
My disciple can also surpass his master.
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