With just one glance, Ling Luo recognized that the man in white clothes in front of her was her husband Xuanyuan Yu.
But the current tense situation made Ling Luo couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Yu.
The eight people who besieged him were all novices. Except for the two charming women from Hehuan Pavilion who were at the twelfth level of life scars, the other six were all masters at the thirteenth level of life scars.
"The surname is Xuanyuan! Hand over Mu Zhilan quickly!"
Ling Weiyang from the Qionghua Sect stepped forward, a sinister look flashed across her round face, and her eyes were extremely greedy.
"That's it, call Mu Zhilan out! We saw them together in the middle of the Black Water River. Why did you pick them all!" A burly male disciple of the Ba Dao Sect stretched out the long and generous knife in his hand.
He gestured to Xuanyuan Yu and shouted, "At least give me two Ba Dao Sect plants, no, three!"
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips were slightly raised, and his ordinary and simple face could not hide the awe-inspiring evil look on his face. His voice was full of provocation: "It's just you? Let's go together."
Ling Luo was shocked.
Are you thinking this is nonsense?
Eight masters, if they just charge forward like this, how can they still pay off?
Ling Luo was so anxious that his actions surpassed his thoughts and he rushed out from behind the hidden boulder.
Xuanyuan Yu already had a strong sense of the wolf blood flower in his sleeve, and he knew that his wife was nearby.
He has been busy looking for traces of Luo'er since he returned to the secret realm of Yiru. When passing by the Heishui River, he saw how beautiful Mu Zhilan was inside. He thought to himself that he had not seen his wife for three years, so he couldn't go empty-handed.
So, he flew directly to the river, and before the disciples of other sects, he picked off more than a dozen muzhilan plants and put them in his hands. He also pinched two unsightly flowers and pulled off seven
Eight leaves.
Xuanyuan Yu's behavior made the eight disciples of other sects who were guarding the Blackwater River but did not dare to approach due to the dark evil aura on the river very angry.
Such a precious medicinal herb was pinched immediately without any hesitation. Not to mention anything else, just the two flower buds and the seven or eight leaves that Xuanyuan Yu pinched and fell into the Heishui River,
It was enough for them to fight over each other.
"Luo'er!"
When Xuanyuan Yu saw Ling Luo, a big smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.
Seeing that his little wife, who had been separated for three years, was one step ahead of him and took the initiative to find him, a certain wife slave felt beautiful in his heart.
"I picked beautiful flowers for my husband and gave them to you."
A silly smile appeared on Xuanyuan Yu's face that was completely opposite to his previous shrewdness.
He stretched out his hand from behind, and dozens of light orange flowers of Muzhilan were arranged in bunches at random, and the fragrance was overflowing.
He couldn't wait to rush to his beloved wife's side and show his courtesy in an attempt to gain the beauty's favor.
But at this moment, eight ignorant guys took out their magical weapons and attacked him in unison.
"Xuanyuan, are you just teasing me?"
"You bastard! How dare you take such a valuable Mu Zhilan to please a woman? How shameless!"
"Women? Where are the women?"
"A man suddenly appeared over there."
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Seeing the magic weapons and magic weapons that were calling towards his face, Xuanyuan Yu's brows wrinkled in displeasure.