Eggy also wobbled, as if drunk: "Mother, why is the Xumi space spinning, and Eggy is so hot, I want to take a cold bath~~"
Xi Yue stood up vigilantly from the bed, and purple vines appeared in her palm.
The door of the room creaked open, and a familiar figure walked in slowly in the hazy vision.
The slender figure, the handsome eyebrows, the affectionate gaze, everything is exactly the same as in the memory.
The purple vine in Xi Yue's hand was about to be swung out, but after seeing the person's true face, the vine hung down limply.
The man walked up to Xi Yue in two or three steps, looked at her without blinking, and said affectionately: "Xi Yue, I'm back!"
Xi Yue stared at him blankly, neither speaking nor moving.
A slight crimson color appeared in the clear phoenix eyes.
The man stretched out his hand distressedly, wanting to hug her into his arms, muttering in his mouth, "Yue'er, it's all my fault for making you suffer, and I will definitely love you well in the future!"
While speaking, his hand touched Xi Yue's shirt.
The girl's clear and fragrant breath was mixed with a strange sweet and greasy fragrance, spreading in the air, making the man's blood boil.
He exerted strength in his hands and was about to hug the person into his arms.
Suddenly, a purple light flashed in front of his eyes, and Ziming Youluo quickly wrapped around his wrist, entangled him a few times, and tied him tightly like a rice dumpling.
With an ouch, the man fell to the ground, rolling to the ground like a cocoon.
And the purple vines had already rushed to his face, and the densely packed teeth on it were slowly approaching the man with a ferocious light.
The man yelled in fright, "Ah, don't come here. Yue'er, you you you... what are you doing? I'm Zero!"
Xi Yue walked up to the man slowly, and said in a cold voice: "First, he doesn't call me Ling; second, he doesn't call me Yue'er either."
As soon as the words fell, the Lishui sword slashed towards a certain place in the void.
The originally sweet aroma wafted away in an instant, and the person who was tied up like a twist on the ground also showed his true colors.
Puffy body, wretched face, and that frightened and cowardly expression.
It turned out to be Yun Tianxiang, the third master of Yunfu.
Of course Yun Tianxiang also found out that the formation was forced, and his eyes widened in shock, "No, it's impossible! This phantom formation can't be broken even by my elder brother or a Mahayana monk. Why can you break it?"
At this time, Xi Yue had already walked in front of him.
Seeing Xi Yue's icy face, Yun Tianxiang was finally dominated by fear and screamed: "You, you, what are you doing? I am the third master of the Yun family. If you dare to touch me, you will never It will end well!"
"Third!" Xi Yue said slowly, "The last thing you should do is to use his appearance to confuse me!"
Yun Tianxiang opened his mouth wide and shouted, "I—"
It's just that before he could say a word, a stern light flashed across his mouth, cutting impartially on his mouth.
The red tongue broke off at the root and fell aside, and gurgling blood gushed out of Yun Tianxiang's mouth.
The severe pain made him howl like a slaughtered pig, but he could no longer speak.
At this moment, the girl in front of him who had fascinated him had turned into a demon from hell.
The smile that fascinated him before became the last straw that broke his spirit.