Chapter 331 Sweet as Honey
Jiang Xianwan's teeth silently ground against his lower lip.
OK.
She wanted to see how Hua Buxiu would abandon her and marry someone else!
The disbelief that flashed in his eyes was perfectly captured.
As if his icy tone had truly pierced her heart, the color drained from her face, leaving it as pale as paper.
She curled her fingertips slightly, then released them, and suddenly took a step forward.
His neck grazed the sharp dagger, and blood gushed out, quickly staining his blue robes red.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared over the broken hilltop.
Clang—
The short sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and a few drops of warm blood splattered on his cheek. Hua Buxiu's pupils shrank sharply, and his fingertips and sleeves were soaked with blood.
His gaze was fixed on the glaring crimson line on the sword's edge, and he suddenly raised his hand and pressed it hard against his chest.
As if trying to force down some excruciating pain, she stumbled back two steps, almost losing her balance.
The three boys stood frozen in place, watching the figure in green disappear like a whirlwind at the edge of the mountains, their faces blank and dazed.
It's like... losing something very important.
Lin Yujin clutched her chest, her long eyelashes drooping, and a tear slid down her cheek without warning.
"Senior Brother." His voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of bewilderment and helplessness, "I... suddenly feel a lot of pain here."
Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye couldn't answer him; they gently touched the corners of their eyes.
Only when my fingertips touched it did I realize that my face was already wet with sweat.
Where no one could see, Jiang Xianwan felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and pressed his forehead heavily against the rough tree trunk.
She was skilled in medicine and specifically examined the woman's pulse.
The pulse clearly indicated that the person's vital energy had not yet been depleted.
The three senior brothers were not taken advantage of either.
Jiang Xianwan was somewhat puzzled.
Yilin Qingran's personality wouldn't let go of the opportunity to cultivate with the Beauty Gallery.
But why has it come to this...?
The overly intense reaction of Hua Buxiu and his senior brother when they saw her injured gave her a chilling fright.
Could it be that the existence of another world has stirred their emotions in this world?
So, what about the rest of the people?
Is it too late to salvage everything?
Heaven's Dao: "..." What else?
Are you asking me to attend their wedding, you unfilial son!
Don't you know how deeply each of them loves you?
Jiang Xianwan slammed his forehead against the tree trunk again, using the pain to force himself to calm down.
He quickly concealed his aura, turned around, and strode towards the Taixu Sect once again.
She glanced at the palace floating in the clouds, her figure as swift as smoke, and silently passed through the outer barrier of the Taixu Sect.
Hua Buxiu used to be very lazy, unlike now, when she always has a furrowed brow.
The four senior and junior disciples, having returned to their ancestral home, never received any disciple tokens. In any case, their blue robes were distinctive enough that anyone who saw them knew they were from Fengyitai.
However, not having an ID card is not a problem.
With her current cultivation level, getting in would be as easy as turning her hand.
Jiang Xianwan entered the Taixu Sect with ease, as if it were an empty place. He leaped up the long white jade steps and went straight to the floating palace that floated in the clouds.
She raised her hand and lifted the snow-white gauze curtain, revealing the jade-like, exquisitely crafted Southern Emperor resting his chin on his hand, looking at her with a detached expression.
He was dressed in a magnificent cloud-patterned robe, his dark hair was lightly tied with a jade belt, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes resembled the most sparse stroke in a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Her lips were extremely pale, her skin was as white as jade, and she was like a jade tree on a celestial terrace, with an innate elegance and refined nobility.
Clearly, she already knew this the moment she stepped into the Taixu Sect.
The first thing Jiang Xianwan heard was the aloofness that made him hesitate to approach.
There was also a barely perceptible murderous intent.
"What brings you to trespass on my Taixu Sect?"
Jiang Xianwan remained silent, casually sitting down opposite him. She took out a lustrous jade bottle from her mustard seed bag, picked up a clean teacup from the table, and filled it to the brim.
The clear, jade-like liquid fell into the cup, releasing an extremely pure and spiritual aura.
Yun Weize's knuckles suddenly curled, and his pupils trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.
Dew of the Spirit!
Why would she have that?
He clearly never gave it to anyone!
Who is this girl?
His obscure gaze swept inquiringly over her slender neck, finally settling on the blood-stained patch of her dress on her shoulder.
The wound was gruesome and terrifying, penetrating deep into the bone, with residual scorching spiritual energy... clearly caused by Fengyi's natal magic weapon.
What did she do?
Did they actually provoke Fengyi to take action?
That wound looks... like she bumped into it herself?
When did another Tribulation Transcender appear in the Two Realms and Three Domains?
Yun Weize slightly lowered his eyebrows, his voice deepening, carrying a certain unfathomable meaning.
"I wish we had met sooner."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
Jiang Xianwan nodded nonchalantly, then quickly composed himself, his blank expression vanishing, and smiled.
That smile was bright and dazzling, like the most radiant sunshine in early summer.
When she blinked gently, the light in her eyes was like thousands of stars falling into a shimmering lake, sparkling and dazzling.
"Emperor Venerable."
Her tone was light and cheerful, with a slightly drawn-out ending, conveying an intimate familiarity.
Are you going to kill me too?
This overly intimate address made Yun Weize unconsciously frown, and a strange, inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.
He didn't answer immediately, but slowly opened his palm, a faint smile curving his lips.
He countered with, "What if I say it is true?"
Jiang Xianwan leaned forward, offering up her snow-white neck, still red with blood.
The tone was relaxed, even cheerful.
"OK."
"I do it willingly."
As long as he's willing to give it up.
Yun Weize's eyelashes trembled, and he was momentarily lost in thought.
The girl removed her protective spiritual power, exposing her slender neck to him without reservation. She was clearly serious, offering her neck for him to kill.
It seems that it really is...sweet and delicious.
With a slight movement of his wide sleeves, his jade-like fingertips slowly touched the hideous, curled wound.
If she doesn't resist, a gentle touch will be enough to kill her completely.
Spiritual energy overflowed from his fingertips, but when he saw her blood-stained neck, her face pale with pain, sweat beading on her temples, her lips curved into a smile.
For some reason, his movements froze, and his spiritual power vanished instantly.
He suddenly lowered his eyes to look at his blood-stained fingertips.
And those fingertips... began to tremble slightly, uncontrollably.
An unprecedented fear swept over him like a tidal wave, fiercely seizing his soul!
He was afraid.
I'm afraid... she'll get hurt.
He's going to die.
Jiang Xianwan seemed not to feel the pain, or perhaps she hadn't noticed his unusual reaction.
Completely unconcerned about his brush with death, he casually sat back down, took out a plate of round lychees from his bag, and listlessly crunched a bite on the table.
Juice splashed, and Yun Weize, in a daze, moved from his fingertips to a faint mark on his sleeve.
Why didn't he kill her just now?
Why... do I find the wound on her neck so glaring?
It burns his heart, making it twist into a ball.
She trespassed on his floating platform; he should have killed her.
It was only our first meeting.
Yun Weize was taken aback by the sudden surge of unfamiliar emotions. His gaze settled on her face, which was as beautiful as a begonia, and then... his eyes uncontrollably slid down to the lychee flesh that she was biting between her lips.
The flesh is white, plump, and juicy.
Just like those lips.
She likes to eat lychees.
A thought suddenly popped into my head.
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