mtlumby2d Chapter 160: Playing the real body, of course, even the tea art is better than the master
Chapter 160: Playing the real body, of course, even the tea art is better than the master
Ye Yinghuo's voice became increasingly cold and her pressure gradually bent the backs of some cultivators. "It is precisely because of Qin Muyue's calculations that you can live here to accuse her and enjoy her forbearance for the safety of the immortal world!
Have you forgotten who stepped forward at the critical moment to save the lives of the great masters of the major sects? You are judging others by your own standards!"
The faces of some monks turned red, they lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Ye Yinghuo's eyes.
A cultivator from the Chi Fu Sect, who was wearing a green Taoist robe, was trembling slightly, but he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Senior Ye Yinghuo, it's not that we are not grateful to Qin Muyue, but her methods are too cruel, which is not like that of a cultivator."
A cultivator from the Yingyin Sect nearby was not to be outdone: "Yes, we cultivators emphasize following the laws of nature. Qin Muyue's actions are too overbearing. How can this not make people suspicious?"
A hot-tempered Donghuang Sect cultivator, although almost unable to breathe due to the pressure, still loudly retorted: "Senior Ye Yinghuo, we are not ungrateful people, but Qin Muyue's behavior has exceeded the bottom line of the cultivation world, how can we not question it?"
Ye Yinghuo snorted coldly, her eyes swept across these monks like a sharp sword, making them feel cold. Her voice became even colder: "What is your bottom line? At the moment of life and death, it was Qin Muyue who stepped forward, and it was her strategy and sacrifice that brought you safety. Now you are questioning her methods here? How ridiculous!"
The monks were overwhelmed by Ye Yinghuo's aura, and some of them began to lower their heads, not daring to look her in the eye.
But there were still a few cultivators who were unwilling to give up. There was a hint of stubbornness in their expressions, although their voices were not as firm as before: "Senior Ye Yinghuo, we just expressed our doubts. Don't we even have the qualifications to debate?"
A trace of disappointment flashed across Ye Yinghuo's eyes, and she shook her head: "You are denouncing a person who paid a huge price for the cultivation world.
What Qin Muyue did will benefit the present and future generations.
If you can't even see through this, then your so-called cultivation of immortality is nothing but a facade."
The monks' hearts trembled, some of them began to look ashamed, lowered their heads, and stopped talking.
And those stubborn monks gradually lost their voices under this pressure and Ye Yinghuo's words.
On the other hand, two big demon heads soared into the sky, and "Yu Fengxue" pointed his sword at the remaining demons, and his cold shout resounded throughout the battlefield.
"I will only kill those who disobey me. Lord of the Ghost Realm, Demon Lord, what is your choice?"
"Wait a minute, I have something to say to Immortal Master Fu Guang." The Demon Lord turned his head and looked at someone who was being supported tremblingly by the demon clan's high priest.
"Immortal Fuguang, I am willing to offer the heads of all the people in the Dream Devouring Alliance in exchange for a smile from your disciple, Qin Muyue." Yun Zhihe took the lead, his voice low and powerful. He looked at the girl with flapping butterfly-bone wings with burning eyes and proposed marriage to someone who played the role of Immortal Fuguang.
The Demon Lord cursed in his heart, but on the surface he solemnly clasped his fists to the Immortal Lord Fu Guang. "Immortal Lord, I have admired your disciple Qin Muyue for a long time. I am willing to use the land of the Demon Realm as a betrothal gift to win her heart and stay with her until we grow old together!"
Yu Fengxue almost couldn't pretend anymore, and he wanted to abandon the disguise of "Fuguang Immortal Venerable" immediately and teach these two ungrateful lunatics a lesson. Is his A Yue someone they can covet?
Yu Fengxue suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at the Demon Lord and Yun Zhihe with murderous eyes.
"Yun Zhihe, Demon Lord, do you think that you can get Qin Muyue by offering the demon head or the kingdom as a betrothal gift?" Yu Fengxue's voice echoed on the battlefield with a hint of disdain, "Qin Muyue's heart can only belong to me!"
Yu Zheng, the True Lord who stood on the void, had a dark complexion. It was not enough that Yu Fengxue, the traitor, ruined his reputation, but he also spoke rudely to Yue'er with his own agenda.
The Immortal Venerable who played Yu Fengxue was so angry that his teeth itched. He flew over, unleashing a murderous sword intent, and said word by word: "Excuse me for being blunt, but no one here is qualified to have Qin Muyue. She and I are the ones who love each other!"
Yun Zhihe's face changed. He didn't expect that Immortal Master Fu Guang would reject him so directly. A surge of anger surged in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew that now was not the time to be angry.
Jun Yuzheng is his father-in-law, so he has to endure it.
"Immortal Fuguang, my feelings for Qin Muyue are evident to all heaven and earth. I am willing to do anything for her, even sacrifice my life." Yun Zhihe spoke sincerely, his eyes fixed on the girl with his hand on her chest.
"Xiao Yue'er, my heart is already in yours!"
Qin Muyue's face changed. She looked at Yun Zhihe with a complicated expression, flapped her wings, and slowly fell towards Yun Zhihe.
The Demon Lord's face turned ugly. When he looked at the expression of his young master, his intuition told him that his young master was thinking of Yunshan and Liwangzun.
Yu Fengxue's face turned pale, and a sneer appeared on his lips. A hint of teasing flashed in his eyes: "Do you think Qin Muyue will be moved by your kingdom or life? What she pursues is the peace of the immortal world and the well-being of all people in the world. Your selfish thoughts will only make her more disgusted!"
Qin Muyue's face turned red, thinking that she had played the role of the Light of Righteousness so well that even her master believed her.
Yun Zhihe and Mo Zun blushed, they felt that the girl was an upright and righteous leader.
And they, under the shining light of the girl's righteousness, felt ashamed of themselves.
"Xiao Yue'er, can't you feel my sincerity?" There was a hint of pleading in Yun Zhihe's voice, and his chest, which had been aching for a long time, began to ache again.
"Little Master, I like you. I have liked you since the first day I saw you two hundred years ago!" There was a hint of pleading in the Demon Lord's voice. He was so scared that the little master would really abandon him just because he was the Demon Lord.
"Shut up, all of you! Don't dream about my Yue... Ah Yue!" Jun Yuzheng scolded them angrily. The more angry he got, the more he frowned and the corners of his eyes turned red. He looked even more radiant, and Lang Yan was unique and there was no one else like him in the world.
Yu Fengxue knew that Qin Muyue was partial to one person, so he secretly exerted his strength, seemingly pointing at the three lunatics in anger.
His body was trembling slightly, and every breath seemed to be suppressing the emotions that were about to explode.
His heart was filled with anger and resentment. He could not tolerate anyone coveting his Ah Yue in the slightest.
Even if that person is the real person, it won’t work. Even if Yu Fengxue is a clone, he is still a human with some flesh!
Finally, when the suppressed emotions reached their peak, he could no longer endure it.
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed across his pale lips, and dripped onto the ground, splashing blood.
The blood flowers, like the red plum blossoms in winter, are sad, beautiful and tragic.
Yu Fengxue had the appearance of a fairy with pure white blood, and every angle of her fall was carefully considered.
His consciousness was multitasking, paying attention to Qin Muyue's expression on one hand, and looking at the angle at which he was falling, and how good his silver hair looked when it was blown by the wind.
"Master!"
Yu Fengxue successfully mobilized Qin Muyue's panic, worry and anxiety, and watched the girl rush towards him like a young swallow returning to its nest.