Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Five: She Has a Kind Heart
[69 Book Bar - www.] Dongfang Hun hugged Li Ye ecstatically and kissed him hard on his pink face, "My little God of Wealth loves you to death."
Wiping his saliva, Li Ye said, "As long as you like it." I'll give you a vaccination first, lest the time comes... Young Master Rong challenges him to a duel.
Dongfang Hun put all the Holy Spirit Fruits on the ground into the storage ring, leaving a message, "You can see for yourselves, I'm on business." Then he disappeared without a trace.
Li Ye looked at his father, took out the ring he gave him and handed it over with a flattering smile, "Dad, the Holy Spirit Fruit made Uncle Dongfang so happy. Do you think he would vomit blood if he knew about the Pudu Fruit?
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The corner of Nan Lingjue's mouth twitched obviously. This was unsightly. It was because Pudu Guo was a heaven-defying treasure to Kapinjie's people.
"You." Nan Lingjue smiled fondly.
"Hey, Dad, if these are eaten by our brothers from Xiaoyao Palace, wouldn't their overall strength be improved?" In that case, Xiaoyao Palace will be even more powerful.
Nan Lingjue nodded, "Yunfei."
"Yunfei is here." Yunfei, who was waiting outside the door, came in.
Nan Lingjue tossed the ring and said, "You know how to do it."
Holding the ring, Yunfei was excited in his heart. Many brothers in Xiaoyao Palace were stuck in the fourth level of Shenxuan and could not break through the Emperor Xuan. This time with the Purdue Fruit... Xiaoyao Palace didn't know how many more emperors it needed.
Master Xuan.
"Yunfei thanks the young master on behalf of the brothers."
Li Ye stopped and said, "We are all one family. Uncle Yunfei is too polite."
When the masters of Xiaoyao Palace who had been stuck in the Shenxuan for several years took the Pudu Fruit, and Yunfei took care of them, they all overcame their tribulations and rose to the level of the Huangxuan.
All night long, the sky was full of thunder and lightning.
Some curious people wanted to follow Lei Jie to find out, but by the time they arrived, the building was already empty.
Thirty people from Xiaoyao Palace successfully escaped the tribulation this time, and they all changed coordinates quickly, which instantly became a legend in the entire Shengtian Continent.
And when they knew that these Pudu Fruits were given by the young master, their admiration for Li Ye was like an endless river. So without Li Ye's knowledge, his status in Xiaoyao Palace suddenly skyrocketed.
Second to his father.
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Xu Nian took out the bamboo flute he carried with him, wiped it lovingly a few times, looked at the moon and sighed, the master just let him be with his little junior sister, and didn't tell him what to do, but after being out for so long, he was fine
I miss the master and my brothers.
I don’t know if the brothers and sisters attended morning classes on time.
I don’t know how the master’s health is? It’s autumn, and the master’s cough is coming again.
The melodious sound of the flute conveys deep longing, sometimes mournful, sometimes depressed.
The sound of the flute evoked a resonance in Yaoyue's heart. She came looking for the sound of the flute and saw that familiar figure.
Without making a sound, she sat at the other end of the roof, at the four corners, with her back to back with Xu Nian.
The wind picked up and blew the bells on Yaoyue's body. The sound of the flute that matched Xu Nian's voice was not outstanding at all, but instead played a different tone.
After the song ended, Xu Nian opened his eyes, obviously surprised that Yaoyue would appear here, "Monster Moon Donor."
Yaoyue glanced sideways at him and raised the corners of her mouth, "Little monk, you are thinking about spring."
Xu Nian's face turned red and he was slightly embarrassed, "Almsgiver Yaoyue misunderstood, the young monk just..."
Seeing his eagerness to explain but being incoherent, Yaoyue smiled inexplicably.
With a sweet voice like silver bells and a bright smile, Xu thought that he was fascinated by it for a moment.
His glazed eyes were not as vulgar as those men, nor were they lusty, they were just pure appreciation. This was the purest look Yaoyue had ever seen.
She thought that this might be the reason why she didn't kill Xu Nian.
"When I was little, my mother would play the piano and my father would play the flute to accompany her." She would lie on her mother's lap and fall asleep listening to the music.
But when she woke up one day, she found that all her servants were dead, her father's body was broken into pieces, and his head rolled in front of her, which made her wake up instantly.
In my ears, I could hear my mother's painful screams and the men's obscene voices. My mother refused to accept the insult and committed suicide.
Her sweet home was dyed red with blood. She was only eight years old that year, and the beasts didn't even spare the eight-year-old girl!
She was like a rag doll that had lost its soul. She was lying on the cold floor and was saved by her master. It was also her first time to kill someone. She had to use both hands to hold the sword steady. She dragged her scarred body and got closer step by step.
Without blinking an eye, he killed all those dozen beasts.
Master said, "Yue'er, all men in this world deserve to die."
Looking at Yaoyue who was surrounded by a strong murderous intent, Xu Nian patted her worriedly, "Donor Yaoyue, what's wrong with you?"
Yaoyue raised her head in confusion, looking at the person in front of her with evil eyes. Her body quickly grabbed Xu Nian's wrist, and with a crisp click, Xu Nian's wrist was dislocated.
After Yaoyue recovered, the fierceness in her eyes disappeared. She looked at Xu Nian who was half-kneeling on the ground and let go of his arm and said coldly, "Don't touch me in the future."
"It's the little monk who has offended me."
Seeing him gasping in pain, Yaoyue grabbed his hand again and re-healed Xu Nian's dislocated hand with a click.
Xu Nian thought to himself, Yaoyue Donor is obviously very kind, why should he wrap himself up with indifference?
The bamboo flute around his waist was taken away, and Xu Nian looked at Yaoyue in surprise.
Playing with the bamboo flute in his hand, Yaoyue put it to his mouth and played a tune familiar to his memory.
Uh... The empty thought that I wanted to take back was frozen in place. The sound of the flute gradually increased from low to high, instantly changing from the vast grassland to the battlefield of armed and iron horses. The surroundings were full of murderous aura, bringing the listener into a murderous rage.
Xu Nian covered his ears and shouted in pain, "Donor Yaoyue, please stop."
Her fingers were flying, and the sound of the flute became more and more intense. In conjunction with the bells on Yaoyue's body, Xu thought that she was trapped between water and fire.
Zheng!
The sudden and powerful sound of the piano sounds, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, and also like whispering between lovers to calm the irritable lovers.
The two tones played perfectly in the dark night, and Xu Nian's frown relaxed due to pain.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, Yaoyue squinted her eyes and looked around, "I wonder which master is here? Can you come out and meet me?"
There was no reply from the voice for a long time.
As soon as her consciousness moved, Yaoyue's eyes flashed sharply and she immediately chased after him.
"Hey, Donor Moon, the little monk's bamboo flute..."
"This bamboo flute is your apology for touching me just now."
"Donor Yaoyue, if you like Xiao Monk, I will make one for you tomorrow. This one won't work. This is what Master gave to Xiao Monk..." Where is Yaoyue's figure in the dark night?
Xu Nian sat down dejectedly and scratched his bald head, "What can I do?"