When Wen Renxian felt a trace of spiritual power, his first reaction was to hide his silver pupils and be cut off from the spiritual energy again. This was panic-stricken, but he was even more afraid of being disliked by Shui Miaomiao.
"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao was confused, then scratched the back of his head and said with some regret, "Put it away~"
Wenrenxian heard very well, and the hand he retracted stopped in mid-air.
"Miaomiao likes it?"
"Yeah, how beautiful." Shui Miaomiao nodded, without any unnecessary words, looking at Wen Renxian with bright eyes, which can make people feel happy, not perfunctory.
Seriously, those eyes can make people feel peaceful. Maybe you can find someone in the world who only has your own eyes?
Even if it's just because the color is so painterly, it's enough to make people's hearts move.
Shui Miaomiao was curious why she wasn't moved?
Wen Renxian was a little surprised, no, very surprised. He didn't know how to express it. If he didn't have the strength now, he would have wanted to go out and do a sword dance.
Everyone knows that Chengxian Lingjun's silver eyes will appear uncontrollably only when there is special danger. The silver pupils in his right eye will be either a disaster or a catastrophe.
No one would praise a beautiful thing, and powerful would be its adjective, and no one would dare to look directly at it.
Wen Renxian was so excited that he couldn't control it.
"Ah, there it is again."
The silver pupil of the right eye can see through everything in the world. The slightly twisted path of the world is presented there. Shui Miaomiao is still Shui Miaomiao, even beautified. The fatigue of many days of running, the fear of Wen Renxian being seriously injured, and the unknown road ahead His confusion made his face look no better.
Holding her cheeks with both hands, she smiled silly at Wen Renxian.
There is nothing a nymphomaniac can do about it. Who doesn't like a beautiful man with long hair shawl and heterochromatic eyes, who is still very weak at this moment?
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
Shui Miaomiao tried her best to hold her head high, ignoring Wen Renxian's slightly open skirt.
Really, Shui Miaomiao suspected that something was wrong with her. Why didn't she feel her heartbeat speeding up at all? Regardless of her heartbeat, she would still be greedy when she should. It was always inappropriate to be so calm.
Shui Miaomiao scratched her itchy right earlobe.
"Miaomiao?"
Leng Ningchi's voice sounded outside the tent.
"It must be Leng Ningchi, she cooked the porridge." Shui Miaomiao explained to Wen Renxian, looked back and shouted softly, "Please come in."
The curtain was lifted.
It's windy outside.
Although the waves were beaten back, they were still unwilling to cause trouble for humans. The howling wind rolled Leng Ning's hair.
The two people from the Ancient Immortal Sect who were guarding outside the tent opened the curtain and were blown away by the wind.
The veil was of no use in the hurricane. She was stroking her hair around her ears and holding down her fluttering skirts. Everyone became more and more embarrassed. The calm Leng Ningchi became more like a goddess descending from the sky. She raised a faint smile, which was enough. Mesmerizing.
My heart was pounding and watery.
Let’s just say, when you see a handsome guy or a beautiful girl, your heartbeat should speed up!
Wen Renxian looked along Shui Miaomiao's line of sight, and his attention was still on himself just now.
Under the silver eyes, Leng Ningchi was surrounded by looming iron chains, and there was a shadow following Leng Ningchi step by step.
Normally this wouldn't be the case, but since he couldn't hide his silver eyes, he couldn't control what he saw. Normally, even if the silver eyes appeared, Wen Renxian would lock on to a necessary target.
The shadow suddenly opened its eyes, with colorless pupils and pure white eyes, glowing with a terrifying cold light, looking straight at Wen Renxian.
Seemingly provoking, yet also seeming to say something, a large number of sounds and images poured into Wen Renxian's mind spanning millions of years.
"Well!".
Covering his right eye, Wen Renxian turned over in pain and got out of bed, hitting Shui Miaomiao on him.
The sounds and images in my mind were flying wildly, and they were blurry and incoherent.
"We are now holding a ceremony to offer heaven. Please invite the Immortal Spirit Master..."
It was the voice of Immortal Master Xianyan. Wenrenxian was sure of this, but it was Master Chengxian? Do you mean yourself? Have you gone from Nascent Soul to distraction? When did this happen?
Also, isn’t the Heaven Offering Ceremony a ceremony for marrying a Taoist couple?
Me, with whom?
There was a lot of noise and congratulations. It was hard to hear the name Wenrenxian wanted to hear. The screen flashed crazily, showing countless invitations.
The handwriting on the invitation was my own. I wrote the invitation by hand. I was so happy. After a quick browse, I found an invitation that had fallen to the ground and opened it.
'Ancient Immortal Sect Wenrenxian and Ancient Immortal Sect Water' can't be seen clearly. A long sword fell, covered in blood, staining the writing. There was still blood dripping from high places, soaking the entire invitation in an instant.
It was the sound of crying, the sound of swords clashing, the sound of angry roars, and the sound of crying confessions. I don’t know who it was, but in the end they were all ruthlessly drowned out by the sound of congratulations.
There was a sudden silence.
"It looks good, but why isn't it red?" It was a familiar voice looking for prestige.
Shui Miaomiao was dressed in gorgeous clothes, jeweled and dazzling. Facing the floor-length mirror, she played with her clothes with a smile on her face.
"The red one is the wedding dress." Wenrenxian didn't know who was speaking, so she couldn't tell.
Shui Miaomiao looked back, with a trace of confusion in her eyes, "Is there any difference?"
"Don't be so impatient, there are still a lot of rehearsals to be done!" Xianyan Xianzun's impatient voice broke the scene that had finally stabilized, "Uncle Junior has been waiting outside for a long time!"
"I'm willing to wait as long as I want."
His own voice seemed to have the final say.
Immortal Master Xianyan probably doesn’t have a junior uncle next to him, so is it him, and Shui Miaomiao?
There was always something weird about it. Wen Renxian didn't feel that he had foreseen the future. Instead, it felt like someone had intercepted several ambiguous scenes and pieced them together. Every time he peeked into the depths, he was blocked.
With a sense of resistance in his heart, the originally stable picture suddenly became distorted, as if it was out of control, and was being torn in crazy backwards and fast forwards.
"What did you do! This is what you are hiding from me!"
This voice is familiar, but usually it doesn't have such big fluctuations.
"You're crazy! He's your son!"
"This is for the entire world of gods and demons."
"Ha." A sneer, filled with sorrow and despair, "Wenren Hongye, you really haven't changed at all. You are still the same sanctimonious person as when I first met you. You follow the ancestors of the Saint Yuan one by one for the world of gods and demons, but they are all It’s just hypocrisy!”
"Don't bother Master." Wenren Hongye said a little annoyed.
"That's right, you are different from the Saint Yuan Ancestor. He may have some sincerity for the sake of the world of gods and demons, and at least he still has some humanity. He knows how to hesitate. I am afraid that when the Saint Yuan Ancestor proposed, you agreed immediately and pretended I don’t even want to pretend.”
In the flickering mottled picture, what appears is Yingyun, who is ten months pregnant. She is covering her belly with her hands, pointing her sword forward. Colorful clouds are gathering in the sky and a strong wind is howling.
Pregnant women in this month should leave the world of gods and demons long ago, because it can happen at any time, and newborns cannot survive in the world of gods and demons.
"I will not give birth to him and let him become your puppet."
"You are crazy! Are you going to kill our son with your own hands!"
"What? I gave birth to him just to watch him die!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? What have you been listening to? Don't get excited. Leave here first. When we get to the mortal world, I will slowly explain to you that he is also my son. How could I harm him!"
"I won't believe you anymore."
