But after the group entered the mountain of the Demon Sect, there was no news for three days.
On the fourth day, fewer than a hundred people returned, having suffered heavy losses.
The rest all died at the mountain of the Demon Sect.
Since then, no one talked about attacking the Demon Sect again.
The Jianghu settled into a strange calm in this standoff.
Two years ago, there were rumors that Hua Wuqing was grievously injured and could not recover, and had already died.
When this rumor ca out, at first people didn’t believe it.
Hua Wuqing, grievously injured?
With his profound Inner Strength, who could have injured him so severely?
But soon, the rumor beca more and more intense.
So even tried attacking a branch of the Demon Sect, and although the battle was fierce, they surprisingly managed to take it down.
Gradually, so started to believe this story.
Hua Wuqing was dead, and even if alive, he was not far from it.
In these two years, the struggle between the Jianghu people and the Demon Sect grew more intense.
Without Hua Wuqing, the Demon Sect suddenly beca the punching bag for everyone to vent their anger on.
For years, people in the Jianghu had suffered too much under Hua Wuqing.
They needed to vent.
However, even so, the attacks were small in scale, bullying just the branches of the Demon Sect.
As for the headquarters of the Demon Sect, they were still watching and waiting.
In other words, they needed an excuse, a fla, a leader to challenge the Demon Sect.
Feng Zhi was chatting with Su Yan about the story of Hua Wuqing.
After Feng Zhi finished, she looked at Su Yan, who was listening attentively.
"Don’t tell you’ve never heard of these things before," she said.
Su Yan
"I’ve heard a bit."
Feng Zhi picked up a cup of wine and took a sip.
Clicking her tongue,
"Hua Wuqing, huh. I’d really like to see what he looks like."
As she spoke, Feng Zhi sighed.
After speaking, Feng Zhi shook her head to herself.
"Forget it; if I saw that rogue, I probably wouldn’t live through it."
Holding the wine in one hand, she muttered
"But the rumors about him have been around for almost twenty years, right?"
"Then if he’s still alive now, he must be a man in his forties or fifties. Forget it, forget it, I won’t see him."
The two were chatting there, one word at a ti.
Suddenly, they heard Su Gu’s voice coming from the stairs
"Sister, co take a look..."
Halfway through the words, suddenly another voice ca from the stairs,
"Yanyan"
A voice full of grievance yet joy.
Then, they saw a handso man with disheveled clothing rushing down the stairs.
In the next second, the man lunged at Su Yan.
Oh, Su Yan didn’t fall.
With one hand, she resisted the man’s charging force.
And held him steadily in her embrace.
The handso man’s eyelashes fluttered
"I thought Yanyan was going to abandon ,"
he said, looking very distressed.
Su Yan was very calm,
"I just ca down to eat."
The handso man nodded.
He continued to hold her with both hands, not caring about the public and his disheveled clothing at all.
More importantly, he was making a fairly humiliating move of throwing himself into a woman’s arms, being held by a woman.
In this world, the idea of male superiority and female inferiority in the Jianghu still existed.
Though among commoners and people of wealth, the concept was a bit weaker.
But it was still there.
So suddenly seeing this man lying in a woman’s arms, trying to please the woman,
attracted quite a few contemptuous glances.
Xiao Hua watched this scene and quietly remarked,
"Host, you’re so dominant~~"
Su Yan
"Hmm?"
"The domineering CEO and his little delicate wife."
Su Yan looked at Hua Wuqing in her arms.
Hmm, she didn’t intend to.
But obviously, this one in her arms was enjoying it very much.
Su Yan felt that with the Physical Strength she had accumulated, she rarely clashed with enemies; eighty percent of it was used to hold him.
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