Everyone said that Tuo Yanjun was powerful, but Shui Miaomiao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, always felt that Tuo Yanjun was a bit out of his depth compared to Tong Yishu's fight.
He was more defensive than offensive. Tuo Yanjun never seemed to simply accept Tong Yishu's moves. He mostly avoided them, but he never felt that Tuo Yanjun was at a disadvantage.
Or maybe she can’t understand the fight between experts.
Tong Yishu's fingers dug into Tuo Yanjun's neck, and she saw Tuo Yanjun swayed, as if he was about to fall down.
A firework exploded in the sky, attracting Tong Yishu's attention. Tuo Yanjun took the opportunity to kick Tong Yishu away, touched the bloody hole on his neck, and retreated quickly.
"Who is so bold and dares to bully me, a member of the Hehuan Sect!"
Tong Yishu glanced at Tuo Yanjun who was running away, cursed secretly and did not pursue him again.
"What is that?" Shui Miaomiao asked as he slowly walked out from behind the stone.
"A distress signal from the Hehuan Sect." Tong Yishu said irritably. She was obviously going to succeed immediately, and Mou Huan Zui had already gone out, but this happened to her.
"Hurry up and chase your lover."
"No, no need. I think he was very lively when he ran." Shui Miaomiao hurriedly refused while waving his hands.
"You will be lively again in a moment." Tong Yishu walked up to Shui Miaomiao, raised Shui Miaomiao's chin, and kissed her forehead with Shui Miaomiao's surprised expression.
"You and I are in love. Although I am not blessed with Tuo Yanjun's Yuanyang, you should not waste it. "Nie Huan Pu" is the most gentle method of my Hehuan sect. People in the world often ask for it to use it as fun. , it is not against the rules if I teach it to you, but you must remember that when you and Lord Yi Yao receive the marriage certificate, you must lend it to me for a day."
"ah?"
Shui Miaomiao, who hadn't understood anything yet, was just processing the extra thoughts in her mind when she was forced to stretch out her palm and follow Tong Yishu's instructions to make a vow that might never be fulfilled.
"Okay, go find Lord Yi Yao quickly. People who get drunk won't be able to survive for long. Someone might die. I don't want the Tuo family to come and cause trouble for me."
As Tong Yishu spoke, she transformed into a light pink thread, wrapped it around Shui Miaomiao's wrist, and dragged her to the place where Tuo Yanjun escaped, while she flew in the direction of the fireworks.
"I want to see who dares to hurt my Hehuan Sect members!"
"No." Looking at Tong Yishu's disappearing figure, Shui Miaomiao struggled desperately, "Take me with you!"
Although she still can't fully understand what Tong Yishu said, one thing is certain, the so-called drunkenness for seeking pleasure is definitely not a good thing. It is produced by the Hehuan Sect, what do you think it is for!
Shui Miaomiao tore it with her hands and gnawed it with her mouth, but she couldn't untie the pink thread. The pink thread insisted on going its own way, taking the frantic Shui Miaomiao deep into the jungle.
Hua Yixian and the others hid in the dark, watching Tong Yishu suddenly appear.
"What should we do now! Madam Pingu is back, but she didn't bring Miaomiao with her."
Lan Jixuan gnawed on his nails and was confused. They asked the female fairies of the Hehuan Sect in exchange for a distress signal from the Hehuan Sect, hoping that Tong Yishu would stop chasing Tuo Yanjun and change her route to bring Shui Miaomiao back.
Looking at the current situation, has Tong Yishu abandoned Shui Miaomiao?
"We can only go to the person in charge of the Ancient Immortal Sect." Lan Jixuan said feebly.
It would be okay if Tong Yishu was just impatient and didn't take Shui Miaomiao with her, but if Shui Miaomiao was allowed to face Lord Tuo Yan alone, it would be difficult to handle the matter.
Yi Yao Lingjun and Shui Miaomiao?
Hiding the smile in his eyes, Baili Zhengxin looked at the three people in front of him, the Lan family, the Hua family, and the stranger. Unexpectedly, Shui Miaomiao had quite a wide network of contacts.
"Thank you three for informing me. I will send someone to look for her right away. Don't worry, you three. Junior Sister Shui is a disciple of Lord Chengxian. For this reason, Lord Yiyao won't do anything."
After sending Lan Jixuan and the others away, Baili Zhengxin dismissed the others and did not give any instructions to find the person. She also acted according to the rules. These three days were free time and were not under their control.
I don’t know if Mr. Tuo Yan can make Shui Miaomiao unhappy. Shui Miaomiao is unhappy. Wen Renxian should also be unhappy. Thinking about Baili Zhengxin makes him feel happy...
Shui Miaomiao finally burned off the pink thread at her wrist, but there was not much spiritual power left. Shui Miaomiao suddenly lost her drag and fell to the ground.
Lying on the ground, Shui Miaomiao gasped softly. She raised her head and looked around. It seemed that she had reached the depths of a dense forest. The towering trees blocked the sky, and the dim light made the surroundings eerily quiet.
Shui Miaomiao sat up from the ground, swallowing what she should do now.
The sound of heavy breathing came from unknown directions, and Shui Miaomiao was so frightened that she held her breath and did not dare to make any sound.
"madman!"
Tuo Yanjun covered his neck. He didn't know what Tong Yishu had given him, but it was definitely not ordinary. Even with his spiritual power, he couldn't bear the heat in his body.
Tuo Yanjun, whose energy and blood were surging, had blurry eyes. The hair crown on his head had already fallen to someone unknown, and his hair lay casually on Tuo Yanjun's bare shoulders. He had already taken off his shirt, and his strong upper body was hanging on it. Full of sweat.
The bushes half a man's height began to tremble. Tuo Yanjun, who could only stand steady with his sword in hand, trudged through the bushes and met Shui Miaomiao on the ground.
Tuo Yanjun's eyes showed a fierce look, and the naked lust in his eyes made Shui Miaomiao subconsciously hug herself tightly. She was not here to be an antidote.
The sound of heavy breathing became more and more lingering. Shui Miaomiao nervously transformed Shui Ying into a sword, earning a disdainful snort from Tuo Yanjun.
He turned his head with difficulty. He needed to find a source of water. He needed to use external force to cool down and clear his mind first, and then he would think of a way to deal with it.
She was ignored. Should she be grateful or regretful?
Shui Miaomiao held the long sword and stared at Tuo Yanjun's back. Her mood was really hard to describe now. She lowered her head and looked at herself. Is she really so bad?
While he was thinking about himself, there was movement not far away. Shui Miaomiao looked over and saw Lord Tuo Yan half kneeling on the ground.
The sound of breathing became more and more messy. Under the influence of Mouhuan Zui, Tuo Yanjun's five senses became more and more sensitive. He could smell the girl's fragrance coming from Shui Miaomiao.
He gently wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His meridians were already flowing backwards. It seemed that he could no longer suppress it with his spiritual power. That bitch Tong Yishu meant it!
But if the spiritual power is removed now... Tuo Yanjun is thinking about killing himself. Anyway, it will be boundless pain.
"What's that?" Shui Miaomiao said cautiously, "When I was dragged away just now, I seemed to see a pool over there."
In the blink of an eye, Lord Tuo Yan had disappeared.
Slowly standing up from the ground, Shui Miaomiao patted the sand on her skirt, recalling all the weird behaviors of Tuo Yanjun, and walked towards the pool leisurely while dragging her long sword in a funny manner.
Is Lord Tuo Yan a gentleman?
Looking at his stingy look, you know that Tuo Yanjun will never be associated with the word "gentleman", let alone his deeds that make people avoid him.
Mr. Tuo Yan is not a gentleman, so if he doesn’t take the antidote even after it is delivered to his door, there is definitely something wrong with him.
