The rosy clouds, colorful clouds, wildflowers and butterflies... all the vibrant colors faded into a pale gray and white, blending into her eyes.
He had traveled all over the world, but he had never seen such a pair of eyes.
He saw her with a lively and charming smile, her eyes brimming with intense spring light, hands on her hips, lips parted, and she loudly proclaimed:
"What's wrong with sword cultivators?"
"So what if you're in the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Dual cultivation isn't like fighting, why would it depend on the level of cultivation?"
"As long as I can successfully sleep with him, I will definitely go from being a student who has to delay graduation to becoming the most outstanding graduate of the Hehuan Sect!"
"Senior sister, just you wait!"
"I must defeat him in the sect competition three days from now!"
Cang Liuyu suddenly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his lips.
That was the backlash I suffered just now for forcibly cutting off my killing intent.
His fingertips brushed against his slightly cool lips, and he lowered his eyes to look at the red dot on his pale fingertips.
It looked exactly like the red-clad figure we had just seen.
His cold gaze suddenly sharpened.
The bloodstains disappeared.
Cangliu Yu used a magic spell to calm his mind, his robes fluttering, and in an instant, he became clear and serene, as if he had never been damaged.
He stood up and sheathed his sword.
A tall figure stood atop the desolate sword mound, his black hair adorned with jade, his expression as cold and frosty as the moon, gleaming with a chilling light, just like the Broken Water Sword on his back.
He raised his eyes and gazed at the rolling sea of clouds.
A cold, sarcastic glint appeared in the depths of his eyes, which were as deep as a galaxy and a cold abyss.
Hehuan Sect, Shen Zhiyi.
Only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.
How dare they speak so arrogantly?
Sleep with him?
Oh.
He wanted to see how she would die during the sect competition.
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