But after seeing this, her expression twisted, and the movement of drawing the spirit became stiff for a moment.
Because Xiyue and Ling were completely immersed in their own world. They didn't listen to other people's comments and slanders, and didn't even look around.
Xi Yue was very focused when she was painting, and because Ji Mingyu's spiritual power level was so high, in order to control it perfectly, she had to raise her mental concentration to the highest level.
After painting for a while, beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.
But before she could wipe it, a pair of slender, cold, yet extremely gentle hands touched her forehead and gently wiped away the sweat.
The slightly rough calluses on the palm of her hand scratched her delicate skin, causing Xi Yue's heart to tremble and distracting her concentration on painting.
She glared at the man who disturbed her with dissatisfaction, her eyes full of coquettishness and anger.
What responded to her was Ji Mingyu's completely unchanged cold expression. He just put one arm around her waist and held her hand with the other, gently drawing in the air.
While drawing the spiritual fantasy, it did not hinder him from releasing the spiritual Miao at all.
The girl's body, which was hugged by him, was slightly hot, and the hands around her waist were getting tighter and tighter, as if he would swallow her up at any time.
Xi Yue's face was red, but fortunately she had a towel covering it so she didn't lose her composure.
She struggled, trying to break free from Ji Mingyu's hand, but when it didn't work, she had to give up.
She glared at him with a hint of anger before continuing to complete her spiritual illusion.
This action showed indescribable intimacy and tacit understanding between the two people, but it was not something they did deliberately, but a sincere desire to express their love for each other.
These two people were clearly on a stage watched by tens of thousands of people, but they were in a time of their own, as if no one could interfere.
Slowly, the female cultivators who had been muttering that Xi Yue was not worthy of Ji Mingyu stopped talking.
Although he felt upset, he had to admit that Master Ling really liked Xi Yue. His every move seemed to show that he doted on this girl and loved her to the core.
Yun Feifei's hand stopped stiffly in mid-air as she watched this scene. The fire of jealousy in her chest burned fiercely, coiling around her heart like a poisonous snake, making her want to tear Xi Yue to pieces, unable to do anything else.
After Ling Miao was cast, it was not drawn into a spiritual illusion, and slowly turned into an "ink spot". After the spiritual illusion was activated, it became a flaw in the entire phantom.
Yue Tingyuan saw that Ling Miao was almost condensed into ink dots, and Yun Feifei had not moved yet, so he had to remind her, "Fei Fei, finish drawing Ling Huan first!"
Yun Feifei suddenly came back to her senses and quickly drew a line in the air. Although Ling Miao did not condense, the line was drawn too hastily and lost its original lively and beautiful charm.
Yun Feifei's eyes flickered with resentment. She suddenly lowered her voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do it!"
Yue Tingyuan's face changed.
Of course he knew what Yun Feifei meant by taking action, but he really didn't want to confront Ling.
The scene in the arena where Zero killed him instantly with one move had almost become his inner demon and nightmare.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but under Yun Feifei's stern gaze, he had to swallow it back.
Yue Tingyuan gritted his teeth and secretly observed Xi Yue and Ji Mingyu for a while.
When both of them were concentrating on painting and didn't notice, his fingers moved slightly. (To be continued)