After the main character who took the blame retired, the female lead quit.

Note: Run! Run now!!! Don't look back!!!

run?

Is there any way to run? This is someone else's secret territory, where can you run to?

Xiao Yu gave a bitter smile, something he hadn't done in a long time. Wasn't it agreed that those at the Nascent Soul stage or above couldn't enter the secret realm?!

A paradise on earth!

He's at the Immortal Realm! Even if his strength has declined significantly, he could still be crushed with a single finger.

How did they even manage to get into this shitty secret realm?!

How many immortals are there in this world?!

Suddenly, Xiao Yu stopped himself from thinking about it. To impose her rules on someone else's master on their turf—wasn't that just plain stupid?!

"Long time no see, in every sense of the word. I waited inside for ages, but when you didn't come in, I decided to come out. Did I disturb you?"

The female cultivator... or rather, the great demon of the Phoenix Clan from a thousand years ago, Bai Feng said again, "It's been a long time."

She really misses Xiao Yu terribly.

"No, no..."

How could he dare say there were any? There was a dead body on the ground and a half-dead person in the distance; these were bloody examples.

Perhaps sensing Xiao Yu's concerns, the female cultivator added:

"You don't need to be reserved. I won't hurt you. We're having a good conversation outside, aren't we? Just like at the dinner table, you're having a wonderful chat with all those beautiful women. You can treat them like that, and you can treat me the same way."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu, who had just begun to relax after hearing the first part, immediately became anxious again after hearing the rest.

Depend on!

The person who came here is not kind!

Perhaps realizing that he was the female cultivator's target and that running away was futile, Xiao Yu subconsciously tightened his grip on the bronze spear in his hand.

The spearhead trembled slightly as it lowered towards the already cold, dragon-headed beast on the ground.

Poor thing, he finally escaped the control of his old master and was about to return to his clan and meet the Dragon Lord, but in the end, he was crushed to death by the neck, just like a worm.

Perhaps infected by the aura of death, Xiao Yu became detached at the last moment, thinking that death was death no matter how one died.

He pondered the female cultivator's words, looked at her, scanned her around, and tentatively began to speak:

"Then... let's see your legs?!"

The snow-white light gathered together, then scattered like fragments. The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then smiled again.

"Okay," she nodded in agreement.

Eh? !

Xiao Yu was stunned. This was...

Before he could react, the next scene instinctively drew his attention.

Her delicate hands lifted her clothes, revealing her beautifully rounded, slender legs beneath the hem. The tender, smooth, snow-white skin was enough to stir one's heart, and above that was a touch of pink and alluring beauty...

Xiao Yu glanced at it again.

then……

...Pfft!

The aggravating symptom on his chest, which saved him from certain death, shattered gently.

Chapter Sixty-One, It's Like a Mouse Seeing a Cat

Inside the tent, with that bowl of soup as a backdrop, the relationship between Long Wanyan and the girl eased considerably.

At least, the girl won't be like she was at the beginning, trembling with fear and running away with her head in her hands when she sees Long Wanyan.

In other aspects, things remained the same as before; the girl still sat at a great distance from Long Wanyan.

The fire flickered, and the girl gripped the soup bowl tightly in her hand, feeling the warmth slowly emanating from the bottom of the bowl.

She secretly glanced at the woman opposite her, who had put on a glass-like mask after the man left.

Even with her most captivating face concealed, her tall and proud figure could not be hidden, constantly revealing her voluptuous charm from the side, unlike that of other beautiful young women.

The girl had only ever felt this way with her own mother.

The girl was at a sensitive age and naturally paid great attention to her appearance and loved beauty. She looked down at herself and felt like a deflated little steamed bun, and immediately felt deflated.

Perhaps sensing the girl's downcast mood, Long Wanyan returned a gentle smile when she glanced at her again.

"Hmm..." Realizing that her little actions had been noticed by her master, the girl quickly lowered her head and sipped the soup like a chick pecking at rice, her delicate face flushed.

The woman's gentle, motherly kindness was a stark contrast to her bloodthirsty and crazed demeanor when she beat her older brother, leaving the girl with mixed feelings about her.

But... what's done is done. The girl vaguely remembered that the woman had thrown a total of twenty-four punches when she hit her older brother.

It was a brutal fight; afterwards, her older brother even vomited blood.

That's why she ran away as soon as she saw Long Wanyan, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

Perhaps others, seeing the woman's gentle demeanor, would wonder why she ran away!

She ran away at the sight of a woman; she's the first person to be so cowardly.

Peng!

The tent flap was lifted, and two wounded soldiers with bruises and swelling walked in.

The girl was lost in thought when the tent was suddenly lifted, startling her. She looked up at the sound, while carefully holding the bowl of soup in her hands to prevent it from spilling.

One was a handsome bald monk with smooth skin and the potential to be a beauty, which made the young girl take a few more glances.

It's just that... the bulging bruise on her left eye ruins the beauty and makes it a bit asymmetrical. If she got another one, she'd look like a panda.

The girl thought to herself with amusement.

Behind the handsome monk was a blond-haired boy, who looked to be about the same age as her. However, his light blond hair and the green eyes that occasionally peeked out from under his swollen eyes reminded her of a weasel.

The two arrived one after the other, almost as companions, and even after entering the tent, they didn't forget to hurl insults at each other:

"That bald monk really went too far. All I did was steal a Buddhist treasure from your temple to undergo my tribulation. I even made compensation afterward. Was it really necessary?"

The young man covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and cursed.

In response, the handsome monk silently chanted a Buddhist prayer, “Amitabha, benefactor, you have trespassed on my sacred Buddhist grounds, stolen Buddhist treasures, disturbed my peaceful practice, and even accidentally knocked over an oil lamp, causing a fire in the temple. This sin cannot be forgiven with a few spiritual herbs.”

"What's more, you didn't steal earlier or later, but you chose to steal while I was on duty. It's a heinous crime that caused me to be expelled from the temple. Now, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I didn't beat you enough before the talisman's effect wore off."

"Hmph!" Lei Huang sneered, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Don't blame it all on me. It was your own negligence that allowed you to sneak out to see the temple fair in the middle of the night, which is how I caught you."

Don't try to glorify yourself. You bald monk were derelict in your duties and were expelled from the house because of a dispute with other people over a woman.

"If it weren't for that damned sword-locking talisman, would you have even touched the hem of my clothes? You probably wouldn't have even seen me."

Perhaps his past had been exposed, the monk was speechless, only silently chanting a Buddhist prayer again while cursing:

"Beast!"

"Bald donkey!"

The two men cursed at each other as they walked in one after the other. Lei Huang was initially cursing at the monk, but as he got closer, he began to look at the two people inside the house.

One was a frail young girl, and the other was... a woman.

"..."

Whoosh!

Under the girl's surprised gaze, Lei Huang, who was arguing with the monk just a second ago, turned and ran away without looking back, like a mouse that has spotted a cat.

As they arrived at the door, they bumped right into a yellow-scaled mermaid carrying a wooden basin who was walking out.

The water in the wooden basin spilled all over him, but he wasn't as lucky as the girl; the yellow-scaled merman was carrying the dirty water that the two of them had used to clean their wounds.

In an instant, Lei Huang, looking like a drowned rat, found himself standing outside the biting wind outside the tent, a situation that seemed strangely familiar.

Inside the tent, the girl blinked dryly, feeling a little relieved. It seemed she wasn't the only one who ran away at the sight of a woman.

"Oh dear! Are you alright?!"

Seeing Lei Huang soaked, the yellow-scaled merman immediately asked with concern. This was the second time she had spilled water on a guest. Since becoming Xuan Ding Pharmacist's assistant, this was the first time she had made such a series of mistakes and acted so clumsily.

Ugh!

Could it be that spending too much time on land has made my body's reactions sluggish?

She asked herself these questions, while also squatting down to clean up the mess Lei Huang had made.

Seeing this, Lei Huang first shook his head, then squatted down to help.

"You should go inside first. Your clothes are soaked with water, and you'll catch a cold if you stay outside for too long."

Lei Huang remained silent, refusing to go in even if it meant his life, despite the woman wearing a mask to conceal her identity.

But that familiar aura and unchanged clothes are not so easy to hide.

Lei Huang, who had been beaten up for no reason and had a trip to the underworld, was quite certain that the woman sitting in the tent was the dragon woman he had seen not long ago, the sect leader of the Qingyun Fu Sect.

He trusted his first instinct.

People will die if they go too close to the past.

The Thunder-Attracting Dragon's horn, which I had finally obtained, is gone.

If this continues, it might not be him anymore.

Lei Huang couldn't bear to part with his body, forged by lightning.