"If you have any news, remember to tell me." Qin Lieyan pinched her jade nose. Naturally, her little thoughts couldn't be hidden from him.
Nine Sky Cloud Tower, the sky is boundless, vast and misty.
Standing in the tall palace, Long Qingyue felt that she had become so small, as if she had arrived in the legendary realm of immortals.
Long Qingyue, who was idle and familiar with the map, suddenly caught a glimpse of two figures in front of her. The girl was wearing a pink skirt, with flying belts. Her pretty brows were lightly furrowed, and a trace of disgust flashed through her eyes.
There was a man standing next to the young woman. The man was dressed in black robes and a jade crown. He was well-dressed, but he was carrying Long Qingyue on his back.
Looking at the man's back, a trace of doubt flashed in Long Qingyue's eyes. Why did she feel like she had seen this man before somewhere? The aura on his body was familiar yet unfamiliar.
The distant man's voice carried on the wind, "Sister Yunmiao, so you are here."
"What do you want from me?" Yun Miao's voice was calm, as if he was looking at a stranger.
"Since we said goodbye ten years ago, I haven't seen you for many years. I miss you very much. I still remember that sister Yunmiao was just a little girl ten years ago. Now she has grown so big and is becoming more and more beautiful and charming.
Already." The man looked down at Yun Miao, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Yes, I haven't seen you for ten years, but you seem to have gotten older." Yun Miao raised her eyebrows and her voice was slightly cold.
The man's face stiffened, and then he regained his faint smile for a moment, "Sister Yunmiao is joking, although I am ten years older than you, my strength has reached the level of an eighth-level one-star spiritual master, even if I am not as young and eternal as the God King.
Even though I’m here, I won’t grow old so easily.”
"Having confidence is good, but reality is also cruel. Those ancestors who have entered the spiritual master's field a long time ago have not been able to make any progress for a hundred years, and finally died of old age and hatred. I hope you will not follow in their footsteps."
Yun Miao blinked her eyes as she spoke, the disdain and ridicule in her eyes clearly visible.
The man seemed as if he hadn't seen him before, still maintaining a graceful appearance, "Don't worry, when I become the God King, I will come here in person to propose marriage to you."
Although Long Qingyue stood far away, she heard the conversation between the two clearly, and immediately felt extremely impressed by the man's shamelessness.
Anyone who is not a fool can see the disgust in Yun Miao's eyes.
"Sorry, I already have someone I like, and I will not marry you." Yun Miao frowned, and the disgust on his face became stronger. Why is this person in front of him so shameless?
"Whether it is appearance or cultivation talent, there are almost no people in the entire realm of gods and demons who can match me. Could it be that the person that Sister Yunmiao likes is more powerful than me?" The man smiled, but a flash of light flashed deep in his eyes.
Cold.
"Of course I'm much better than you." Yun Miao ignored him and turned around to leave. However, as soon as he lifted his steps, he was blocked by the man. His handsome brows wrinkled again, and his eyes became a little colder.
"Sister Yunmiao, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Your grandfather really hopes that you can be with me." The man raised his sleeves and blocked the way, his face still full of smiles.
"Since my grandpa likes it, then ask him to marry you." Yun Miao sneered, her clothes fluttering around, as if even the air was tainted with a hint of coldness.
No matter how indifferent the man pretended to be, he couldn't help but his face stiffened and turned ugly, "Sister Yunmiao, although we haven't seen each other for ten years, your grandfather has told me everything about you.
