Yue Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief. (The previous chapter has been added! This chapter still needs to be written, sob sob sob, I can't finish it.)
How terrifying!
"Haha, Wan... Wu'an just loves to joke. We have other places to go. Let's keep our appointment with Brother Yue next time."
Qin Xi laughed and smoothed things over for Wan'er.
Baili Xijiang poured tea for Yue Wuyou and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, you must try it next time. How delicious is the pork that can be sent to the top of Yunque?"
He spoke casually, pouring tea while staring at the teacup.
Otherwise, I really couldn't resist giving my uncle a meaningful look.
Is it true or not, that the spiritual essence and flesh of the Cloud Palace Peak originated from such a small town?
He even ate at the restaurant a few times; it tasted pretty good when grilled and sprinkled with seasoning.
Yue Wuyou felt somewhat embarrassed by her poverty, and a great sense of panic welled up inside her.
When you've been an ordinary person for a long time, you start to blurt out grand pronouncements and platitudes without thinking.
I am no longer the person I used to be.
Sometimes, when I think back to the past, it feels like a beautiful and wonderful dream.
"Haha, next time, next time."
After he absentmindedly echoed a couple of comments, everyone started reading the storybook.
The six of them watched with great interest, but their telepathic communication never stopped.
If the path could be shown through sound transmission, I'd probably have bumped into it several times already.
"I was so anxious because I was just choosing a name. Luckily, I remembered my uncle's name and used it."
"I have a nickname, hehe, and the name I chose is actually quite nice."
“Yun San, I remember someone named Hou Si.”
The resentment emanating from Song Siyao's calm tone.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh. "It's alright. Luckily, I reacted quickly. You guys silently repeat the names you chose in your hearts a few times, so that we don't not react when people call us."
“Yes, Master, my name is Di Jiang, Di Jiang, Di Jiang.”
"Haha, no need to remember mine, my name is He Yuan!"
"Uncle Ren, Uncle Ren, Uncle Ren."
"… cloud three, cloud three, cloud three."
Song Siyao looked up from the storybook. Should she recite it silently too?
"Little sister, little sister, little sister, it's your turn!"
"younger sister!"
“Ah Yao.”
Shen Zhuochuan smiled but remained silent, turning the pages of the storybook in quiet contemplation.
"Aunt Hou Yi, Aunt Hou Yi, Aunt Hou Yi".
Song Siyao sighed, having satisfied their interest.
The string of "sisters, sisters, sisters" from Baili Xijiang was simply ear-piercing.
"My dear, Auntie Yi."
Song Tingwan was overjoyed.
But he had to hold back, not letting Yue Wuyou see through his disguise.
Baili Xijiang listened to their telepathic messages while responding, and flipped through the storybook at the same time.
Dedicated!
Fortunately, Yue Wuyou was also distracted and didn't pay much attention to the speed at which Baili Xijiang turned the pages.
Is he really content to live like this for the rest of his life?
When you become a butcher, your once exquisite and exhilarating swordsmanship can only be used to butcher pork.
It seemed as if the weight had been released from both shoulders.
Suddenly, I remembered what Little Sheep had said: could we seek help from the Sword Inquiry Sect?
But would the Sword Inquiry Sect really risk going against a powerful force for someone who is almost crippled?
He dared not gamble; if he were exposed, he would lose his life.
However, some delusional thoughts inevitably arose in my mind.
Yan Shanjun, the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect, was someone he had admired for a long time.
He used to be arrogant and unruly, and he wanted to make a name for himself before challenging Lord Yanshan.
Unfortunately, it was already taken before that day even arrived...
My mind is wavering.
His gaze remained fixed on the sword Song Siyao had placed on the table.
He instinctively reached for his waist.
It's empty.
His natal sword was also destroyed.
Even one's Dao heart... was trampled underfoot.
If that person hadn't taken his sword techniques and made them his own, he might not even have had a chance to survive.
They could only become one of those puppet ghost cultivators covering the mountain.
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