kvmb Chapter 92 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 15)
Chapter 92 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 15)
If you're unsure, listen closer.
Why don't you speak? Are you mute?
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
Wen Yan brushed aside the sandstorm that had gathered in front of her, and sank into the sand along with the ball, finally seeing the owner of the voice—
Bai Lingling.
Wen Yan fell silent, unsure whether to draw her sword or not.
She seemed to not recognize herself.
“Husband, this man is so strange. He keeps staring at Lingling and doesn’t even acknowledge her.”
Wen Yan stumbled, and the aloof senior sister performed the special skill of the innocent female lead—falling flat on her back.
Did she hear that right? Bai Lingling called the man next to her "husband"?
But then the man gently rubbed Bai Lingling's fluffy little head, ran his fingertip across her nose, and said with eyes full of doting affection, "Lingling, don't be angry. Your husband will teach her a lesson for you."
After speaking, he smoothed her already silky hair and pulled up her already tightly closed clothes...
Wen Yan was numb. The two of them were making about 800 movements per second, pouring tons of industrial saccharin into her mouth.
She's so sickeningly sweet.
Although she was inwardly cursing him to death, her expression remained completely unchanged. She simply stood quietly in place, her fingers gripping her sword, ready to fight this love-obsessed man at any moment.
"No, although this lady is quite rude for not responding to human language, would my husband bear to bully such a beautiful lady?"
Bai Lingling turned her back to him, looking all sullen.
No, where is this air coming from?
Wen Yanmu is gone.
Even though he almost died indirectly at Bai Lingling's hands several times, he still couldn't understand this woman's thought process.
Zhao Yan, however, began to seriously examine Wen Yan.
The girl wore a white dress with a plain sword at her waist. Her brows were clear and aloof, like a lily of the valley on the highest peak of Lingnan Mountain, pure, holy and unblemished.
A crimson iris adorned her brow, its coldness fading and a touch of ethereal allure added to her charm.
Crimson and snow-white intertwine, their purest beauty meeting in stark contrast.
Even someone who had seen countless beauties couldn't help but be stunned; this woman's beauty was unparalleled in the world.
Zhao Yan was so captivated by the sight that he completely forgot about the little darling beside him who needed to be coaxed.
Xiao Jiaojiao stomped her foot and hummed loudly with great presence, her left hand on her hip and her right hand pointing at Wen Yan, looking both delicate and adorable.
Her voice was weak and powerless: "You...you vixen, you're not allowed to seduce my husband!"
Little Jiaojiao even uses orchid fingers when she swears; she's just sooooo cute.
Zhao Yan's eyes were filled with pink bubbles, and she looked completely mesmerized.
Upon seeing his reaction, Bai Lingling's fair face inadvertently flushed red. She tilted her chin forward, looking quite proud, and pointed at Wen Yan with even more confidence.
The warning is pretty clear... isn't it?
Wen Yan, who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, and even with his hand on his sword considering whether to draw it and strike, was: ? ? ?
If you put some logic into it, I'll still be completely confused.
Well, it seems this fight is unavoidable.
The Water Moon Sword in Wen Yan's hand shone with dazzling light, its crystal blue color instantly enveloping the entire sandbar. The sword energy surged like thunder, and with just one draw, it had the power to overturn rivers and seas.
no?
Wen Yan blinked. When did her Water Moon Sword become so imposing?
She silently asked in her heart, "My benefactor, have you modified this sword?"
"I added some things on the side."
"Wait a minute, the sword is already formed, how did you add to it?"
Despite her doubts, she didn't stop herself from stabbing people.
With a light touch of her toes, Wen Yan moved like a swallow, and in the blink of an eye, she had fought more than a dozen rounds with the newcomer.
"If the sword is broken, you can add it when it's reforged."
His tone was casual, as if it were an ordinary, mundane matter.
However, this calm voice sounded like a thunderclap to Wen Yan's ears.
"What?! You broke your sword??? And...and even reforged it?!"
Her mother's spirit is still inside!
Her heart bled at the thought of her mother rolling around in an ultra-high-temperature furnace that could almost melt the air!
"Don't worry, this is a good thing for your mother's spirit. When has your benefactor ever harmed you? You should fight first."
Mo Zhu said helplessly.
Wen Yan raised his sword to block the sword aimed at his heart, and the force of the impact as he retreated left a deep gash hundreds of feet deep.
Zhao Yan was no mere showman either. He switched to a crescent-shaped blade and quickly met the attack again, his blade speed fast and ruthless, each strike aimed at the opponent's vital points.
Wen Yan was startled and confused, then numb, and finally drew her sword to fight again.
No, how many weapons does he actually have?
Long spear, whip, broken axe, and now a crescent blade?
One move and you're done, what a complete collection of disposable weapons!
Two crescent blades collided rapidly in the air, stirring up a huge sandstorm, with the roar of the swirling sand filling the air.
"Wen Xiaoyan, do you want me to come out and help you?" Mo Zhu remained calm, lazily glancing at the battle situation with his eyelids open, and made a rather kind suggestion.
"No need, I have already found the flaw."
Wen Yan frowned slightly, raised his sword and went against the sand, aiming straight for Bai Lingling behind the raging sandstorm.
"not good!"
Zhao Yan was forced to retract his two crescent blades. The blades clashed violently and hurtled towards him. He couldn't care less and swung his hands with all his might. Dark spiritual energy spread out at a terrifying speed, cleaving through the sharp sword blades.
It's demonic energy!
Surprise flashed in Wen Yan's eyes. She circulated her spiritual power and launched another attack. Three thousand sword shadows slashed from all directions, forming a crystal blue iron cage that imprisoned the person.
The demon who can be with Bai Lingling is definitely not simple; he might even know how to control demonic energy.
The black mist dissipated, and in just a moment the two people in the cage disappeared without a trace.
Wen Yan's heart tightened, and she drew her sword to give chase.
"Stop chasing. Its moves are ruthless and vicious, and its demonic energy is as black as iron. This demon is powerful and wicked, and difficult to kill."
Mo Zhu's usual clear, husky voice came through, giving off a sense of profound mystery.
Wen Yan was both angry and anxious: "Since you knew he was a demon, why didn't you warn me to take precautions and catch him sooner!"
"Nothing can be forced, including life and death."
? ? ?
What's with this Buddhist or Taoist person who claims to be detached from life and death and transcend worldly affairs?
Don't you die?
Why don't you open your clothes and see the demonic energy clinging to you, sucking your blood and eating your flesh?!
Wen Yan took a deep breath and then another, a new crack appearing on her usually aloof expression.
"I hate the way you look like you're about to die."
Mo Zhu chuckled to himself as he watched the air currents darting around in the void. He closed his eyes briefly and resumed his lazy demeanor.
Wen Xiaoyan, how could I not know your feelings, but...
That's enough, things will work themselves out. I can still be with you for a few more years.
A red thread, seemingly from the depths of the void, drifted in and began to wrap around his decaying finger bones.
Mo Zhu opened his eyes slightly, a rare occurrence for him. His pupils flashed with shock, and his previous detached indifference vanished completely.
The pale pink silk threads, like the tenderest flower buds in March, gently clung to the fallen, decaying flesh, gradually spreading upwards and then slowly encircling the pale white arm bones, creating an eerie sense of mutual dependence.
Like parasitic vines entwining around the branches that belong only to her, they cling to each other and never separate.
The silk threads slowly grew larger and thicker, and the fine downy hairs swayed slightly as each pore opened up almost obsessively, drawing nourishment from the void, which then dripped onto his decaying flesh through the silk threads.
The power of gentleness is strong and inclusive, seemingly endless.
My eyes felt a little sore.
He stood there with his eyelids half-closed, like a stone, only he knew the turmoil in his heart.
Wen Xiaoyan, what are you thinking about right now?