Chapter 8 The Ugly Things of the Human Race
What if my junior uncle gets annoyed if I ask too many times?
What if he gets annoyed and agrees to go play?
Or perhaps you'll suddenly feel like taking on an apprentice?
Wu Miao looked at him expectantly.
"no."
The man parted his thin lips slightly, his fingertips tucking a strand of his ankle-length silver hair around his elbow.
He left a single word and stepped into the side hall.
"well……"
Wu Miao returned disappointed once again.
The elders are still testing spiritual roots, and as the sect leader, he needs to stay and oversee the overall situation.
But it feels like I've forgotten something very important.
What exactly happened?
Wu Miao thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so she simply put it out of her mind and left happily.
Jiang Xianwan wanted to grind her teeth to pieces!
Payment for prostitution!
Payment for prostitution!
You didn't give me any money!
Dog Fog!
I refused to pay you back this time, and you really did renege on your promise!
Jiang Xianwan slid down to the ground, heartbroken and in agony, his heart clenching.
As soon as Wu Miao sat down, she sneezed three times in a row.
Seeing the elders casting questioning glances at him, he casually straightened his sleeves and happened to touch his bulging mustard seed bag.
His lips twitched slightly.
"Oh no! They haven't paid for the service!"
However, the next moment, he revealed a meaningful wicked smile, lazily propped himself up on his hand, and continued to watch the disciples below test their spiritual roots.
Let her scratch her head and worry about it for a few days.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xianwan leaned against the window frame, speechless with frustration.
I felt as if my whole body was being steamed by a pot of boiling water.
She barely managed to lift her weak fingers, took the pill the man offered, and put it in her mouth.
She tugged at her skirt, tried to steady her breathing, and feigned nonchalance, saying, "Thank you."
Looking at the girl whose face was covered in glistening sweat, and then glancing over a wooden box on the ground, the man pursed his thin lips, and without anyone noticing, he knelt down on one knee, his cool fingertips wiping away the sweat from her temples.
Jiang Xianwan was in a sorry state, biting her lip.
Strands of hair clung to her cheeks and the side of her neck.
The man's approach only intensified her pain.
Especially the chilling aura that hits you like frost and glaciers.
At that moment, it felt like ice cream in the sweltering heat to her.
It's like a spoonful of hot oil poured on a flame.
If he doesn't leave soon, she's really going to make a scene!
Jiang Xianwan forced out a perfunctory, signature smile and politely ushered him out, saying, "You're busy, so don't worry about me."
Hurry up!
immediately!
immediately!
Right now!
Otherwise, who knows what other inhuman things she might do next!
This person doesn't recognize anyone after getting out of bed; they're incredibly cold-hearted!
There was also a sense of despair. Why did it have to happen so precisely on the fourth day?
Jiang Xianwan endured the hardship.
Unbeknownst to her, the natural fragrance emanating from her very bones was so strong that even her hairband couldn't suppress it; it gradually intensified and became increasingly alluring.
Seeing her trying to sit upright and maintain a distant attitude, the man suppressed a faint, aggrieved smile.
He didn't need the girl to repeatedly prove her sense of propriety.
"Good morning."
"If you wish."
Jiang Xianwan quickly waved her hand, interrupting him, "No! I won't... um..."
When she stepped out again, four more days had passed.
He didn't even dare to glance at the palace behind him, and fled in panic, his legs trembling.
He stepped out of the teleportation array, soared through the air past the treetops, and flew towards the mountain gate.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a beautiful and graceful figure among the disciples, but without stopping or looking away, he left the Eternal Sect.
He did not go to Wumiao to collect his payment for the prostitution.
Let's just consider her as the employer for those four days, and that's it.
She had already taken the pills.
This exchange of interests has finally come to an end.
Jiang Xianwan didn't even glance back at the holy and awe-inspiring Eternal Sect. She simply stripped off her clothes and changed into a smart men's robe, suddenly feeling incredibly relaxed from head to toe.
Like a sparrow escaping its cage.
I don't want the courtyard in Misty Rain City anymore.
Let's get out of here!
wrong!
Take flight!
A woman's intuition is usually very accurate, and Jiang Xianwan felt that the figure she had just caught a glimpse of was the female lead.
If we don't leave now, when will we?
A handsome young man in black emerged from the dense, lush bamboo forest.
With her ponytail tied high, her body as graceful as a jade tree, her hair black and her skin white, she possessed a beautiful face that defied masculinity.
The misty fog waited and waited, but instead of Jiang Xianwan demanding payment for his services, it brought Jiang Xianwan.
The disciple rushed in to report, presenting a letter and a long sword with both hands.
With a puzzled expression, Wu Miao looked down at the kneeling girl, her expression suddenly changed, and then she gritted her teeth.
The disciples who were keeping watch in Yanyu City waited for Jiang Xianwan for a long time but he did not come. As dusk fell, they climbed over the wall and entered.
On the table, they found a piece of paper, a jade tablet, and a sword.
A line of calligraphy on the paper, written in a free and unrestrained style: "The world is so big, I want to go see it. See you in the martial arts world."
Wu Miao's slender fingers pressed down hard on her throbbing forehead.
Jiang Zaozao actually ran away!
Without warning!
Clean and efficient!
Hurrah!
I don't even want the payment!
He abruptly stood up, ignoring the girl still kneeling on the ground, picked up the violently trembling longsword that seemed to be crying, and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Wuyun Palace.
Jiang Xianwan dusted himself off and left decisively. He bought a horse and traveled south, hiding by day and hunting by night.
The Xuan Gu Continent is divided into two realms and three domains.
The Three Realms are the Demon Realm, the Monster Realm, and the World Realm.
The two borders are the northern border and the southern border.
There were two more emperors.
One of them was Di Yin, the junior uncle of Wu Miao, the leader of the Eternal Sect in the Northern Territory.
The other one is Yun Weize, the former leader of the Taixu Sect in the Southern Territory.
The two are evenly matched, and the two realms are evenly matched.
Demons roam the Three Realms, making them unsuitable for beginners.
That's right, she's going to the Southern Territory, a place beyond the reach of the Eternal Sect and where the female lead will never have any contact in the short term.
Unexpectedly, after rushing around for a month, she actually took the wrong route!
And it just so happens that it occurs again during the spring tide season.
Jiang Xianwan huddled in the haystack, sweating profusely, arms crossed, staring intently at the man in front of her.
Oh no!
To be precise, he's a male demon!
"Don't come any closer!"
"If you come any closer, I'm going to yell!"
Damn it!
She thought she only needed to be wary of the people from the Eternal Sect, but she never expected to run into a powerful but mentally unstable fox spirit.
That damned fox still won't let her go!
Feng Huixue, nestled in the haystack, leisurely flicked away the non-existent dust that had been scattered on Jin Hua's robe.
He propped one long leg up, rested his chin on his hand, and lazily looked her up and down.
Immediately afterwards, he slowly uttered two sentences that were infuriating.
"Who gave you this confidence?"
"With your androgynous appearance, why would I sleep with you?"
However, this young man is indeed quite handsome, and he is also a rare furnace vessel.
But is Feng Huixue a demon who cultivates using a furnace?
Luckily, he was a fox spirit; he was almost outshone by a two-legged creature.
He pointed his slender, pale fingers at himself and gestured from top to bottom.
"You ugly human, shouldn't you be calling me that?"
"If you don't have a mirror, you must at least need to pee, right?"
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Can't you be a little more polite? Believe me or not, I'll spit in your face.
All right.
She admitted that this nine-tailed dead fox was indeed quite flamboyant.
She had long eyelashes, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and slender, beautiful fingers; she was stunningly alluring.
Every move she makes, even the way she flips her hair, exudes charm, like a walking aphrodisiac!
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