"Master, you misunderstood. This disciple does not want to practice dual cultivation. It is just to practice together at a close distance. I promise that before the golden elixir, I will be perfect."
Liu Mengyao said a little shyly. Discussing this in front of so many people made her face still blush under the veil.
"Well, that's okay."
Holy Lord Hongchen pondered for a while, and finally decided: "Okay, I agree, but it still depends on the Holy Son's intention."
This scene once again made others envious, and the male disciples howled, wishing that they could be replaced by Jian Wushuang and practice double cultivation with the saint.
The female disciple also had peach blossoms in her eyes, looking at the peerless Jian Wushuang in white, her eyes as hot as fire, as if she was imagining herself becoming the holy son's dual cultivation partner...
"I reject!"
Suddenly, an indifferent and crisp voice resounded through the square, shocking everyone's hearts.
Everyone looked around and saw Jian Wushuang's expression was indifferent, as if he was disgusted.
Even the Holy Lord Hongchen showed a surprised expression and looked at Jian Wushuang.
"Why?"
Liu Mengyao was also stunned. Being rejected in public was a huge blow to her.
Moreover, Jian Wushuang had always been obedient to her in the past, but this was the first time she had been rejected!
Jian Wushuang's mouth curved with a hint of sarcasm, and he looked at Liu Mengyao: "I'm sorry, holy lady, I like to be clean, and you are not welcome in Peach Blossom Valley."
"You... senior brother, what do you mean? Do you dislike Mengyao's uncleanness?"
Liu Mengyao's face turned pale, her body was shaky, and her eyes were instantly filled with tears. This pitiful appearance made everyone pity her.
When everyone around him heard the words, they were all stunned, and then there was an uproar.
"What's going on? What happened to the Holy Son?"
"Don't the Holy Son like the Saint very much? Why now?"
"Damn, that's big news!"
"The Holy Son doesn't like the Saint? Then wasn't his previous engagement with the Saint a fake?"
"Haha, the Holy Son is playing hard to get. After all, the Holy Girl is the body of the innate Tao..."
As the voices of discussion continued to reach his ears, Liu Mengyao's face became paler and her whole body trembled slightly, as if she was about to faint.
A pair of autumn eyes stared at Jian Wushuang, their eyes filled with complex emotions such as grievance and pain.
"Elder brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Do you know that your words hurt Mengyao?"
"Do you really want to abandon the relationship we grew up with?"
Her tone was tearful, her delicate body was trembling, and her pear blossoms were covered in rain, which moved many people.
But Jian Wushuang remained expressionless and didn't even look at her.
His memory is still in his previous life. Who can understand the betrayal of his loved one and the pain in his heart?
In this life, he does not want to step into the warm embrace of this place again, because all the warmth he once had has been torn to pieces, and he is afraid that once he falls in, he will never be able to get out.
If he were not the Lord of the Holy Land, he would even kill Liu Mengyao directly!
"Liu Mengyao, let's end the grudge between you and me. If you pester me again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"From now on, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge. We will have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
Jian Wushuang left a harsh word and left directly, disappearing on the top of the mountain, leaving Liu Mengyao standing there, unable to recover for a long time.
"Saint, are you okay?"
Several female disciples gathered around and comforted him.
Liu Mengyao shook her head, but there was an elusive light in her eyes.
Her chess pieces actually have their own ideas. This is not okay...
