The Demon Hawk let out a long "chirp", and without caring whether Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing opposed or not, imdiately flapped its wings and chased after the fleeing Shan Yuru.
On the Demon Hawk’s back, Wang Yuyan glanced at Jiang Dali, then at Wanwan, and then at the escaping Shan Yuru, stomping her feet in anxiety, not knowing what to do.
"What? Yuyan, you don’t think the village chief is deliberately sending us away to secretly et Wanwan, do you?"
Wang Yuyan’s pretty face turned crimson in an instant, and she retorted insincerely, "No, no, it’s just that I just don’t want to pursue to the point of extinction."
Murong Qingqing lightly laughed, brushing her hair by her ear, "Is that so? Just now, this Shan Yuru wanted to beco the village chief’s wife. As won, it’s okay if n aren’t ruthless, but we must be ruthless, otherwise, we’ll only be bullied."
Wang Yuyan gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, "You’re right. We must give chase!"
Murong Qingqing laughed heartily and said, "Don’t worry, if the village chief, such a wooden blockhead, really wanted sothing with Miss Wanwan, it would be like an iron tree blooming, which is a good thing for you.
Besides, the village chief always acts openly and honestly, when has he ever hidden anything?
Lovers may be better when new, but friends are always better when old..."
Wang Yuyan glanced at Murong Qingqing, wanting to say that she neither wanted to be a friend nor a lover, and if they counted the ti, Wanwan could also be considered a friend.
But because of reservation, she swallowed the words back and only let out a faint sigh in the wind.
...
In the Yin Gui Sect, a battle had led to bodies strewn everywhere, and a new fight was once again unfolding.
Shan Yuru managed to escape, but a group of Heavenly Destiny Sect cult mbers couldn’t, trapped and butchered by Bian Bufu, Lin Shihong, and other experts from the Yin Gui Sect.
Jiang Dali couldn’t be bothered with these trivial opponents.
He tore off the two broken sleeves hanging on his arms like cloth strips, revealing two steel-like muscular arms, and stepped towards Wanwan and Queen Yin.
As he passed, both sides involved in the fight instinctively made way for him, not daring to co within ten zhang of him.
"Village chief...."
Wanwan slowly turned her graceful body to gaze at the advancing Jiang Dali. She sighed softly, her dark, bright eyes, capable of arousing the most beautiful dreams, glimred with tears as she recalled the carefree days spent alongside the village chief in the Mountain Village.
In the Martial World, life is like flowers blooming on a branch, destined to bloom and fall, gather and separate, often beyond our control.
Is this eting destined to be another parting?
At this mont, while the surrounding was a chaotic scene of sword light and fighting, the three figures in the small square seed unaffected, their garnts lifted by the wind.
Queen Yin suddenly felt she didn’t belong here.
Because she was old, and the elderly should go where they belong, making room for the young so they do not beco a hindrance.
Moreover, most of her old acquaintances were either dead or scattered, and her greatest obsession, Shi Zhixuan, was already dead.
Now, Jiang Dali had co as promised to help Wanwan break through the final Death Gate; what was there left for her to linger for?
Zhu Yuyan strained to suppress her near-fatal injuries, her voice was arduous but suffused with gratitude as she looked at Jiang Dali and said, "The village chief truly is a trustworthy person; finally, he’s co to our Yin Gui Sect and resolved a great calamity for us. I once promised the village chief to accomplish ten tasks for him, but alas, there are still nine remaining. I may not be able to fulfill them, so Wanwan will have to take over."
As she said this, she turned to the sorrowful-looking Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, Master won’t linger here. Communicate well with the village chief; Master awaits your good news."
"Master."
Wanwan looked with concern at Zhu Yuyan.
Zhu Yuyan slowly shook her head, giving a beautiful yet tragic smile. She staggered away towards the rear buildings, surrounded by the disciples Bai Qing’er, Rong Jiaojiao, and others.
"Now it’s just the two of us left."
Jiang Dali looked at Wanwan with composure and calmness.
Wanwan’s heart was already turbulent like raging waves, yet her face remained calm, softly saying, "When the flowers fall this year, their colors change; when they bloom next year, who will be there? Now indeed only the two of us are left, but perhaps soon, Wanwan will again be all alone..."
"You’re absolutely right."
Jiang Dali’s words were like a needle, a powerful needle.
Pricking Wanwan’s heart, causing a chill and a shock, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she cast a faint glance at Jiang Dali, shaking her head, "So you ca today just to fulfill your promise to help break through the final Death Gate?"
"Otherwise, what else is there to do?"
Jiang Dali nonchalantly crossed his arms and walked towards Wanwan.
Tap! ——
Tap! ——
Tap! ——
Wanwan’s pretty face remained calm, but her heart raced and intensified with the approach of the man opposite her.
It seed as if she could sll the vigorous masculinity emanating from the man who haunted her dreams, as if she could feel the overwhelming aura rushing at her, threatening to crush her fragile physique, making her gradually weak.
Never before!
Never before had any man made her feel such emotional turmoil.
Her inner wish was only for this king to sweep her into his arms and carry her off to the mountains while laughing, living a life without concern for the Martial World’s battles or the shifting rulers of the day.
"Slap!"
A finger shadow suddenly swept over, flicking onto Wanwan’s smooth forehead as she was lost in her fantasies.
This scene was familiar, reminiscent of the foolish and naive tis in Black Wind Village.
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