Chapter 110: Chapter 53: Heaven’s Chosen Ones
"Will she be alright?" Jie Wenzhan sounded a little worried.
"This is the Wuji Immortal Land, what could happen here? She’ll co back on her own once she cools down," Pei Shii said dismissively.
Jie Wenzhan thought about it, and agreed—what could possibly happen in the Wuji Immortal Land? There are disciples patrolling even at night.
"Did you need sothing from , Pei Shii?" Jie Wenzhan asked.
"Thank you, Brother Jie, for saving
today. I’ve co to express my gratitude," Pei Shii said with a smile.
"No need to be so polite; it was just a small effort," Jie Wenzhan replied with a casual smile.
...
anwhile, Cheng Miaomiao was stomping forward furiously, and when she finally ca to her senses, she found herself on the outskirts of the Wuji Immortal Land. She sat down angrily on a high stone, looking at the brightly lit town below. This was the first ti she felt frustrated like this, all because of Jie Wenzhan.
"That fool, can’t he tell that I like him? Must I say it out loud?" Cheng Miaomiao angrily slapped the stone beneath her, only to hurt her hand, grimacing in pain as she pulled it back.
"Oh my, who’s this lovely young lady? That fool might not like you, but I do. Why not give
a try? Let’s consummate right now," said a hoarse and flippant voice suddenly in Cheng Miaomiao’s ear. In the next mont, she was horrified to find that she couldn’t move.
"Demon Clan!" Cheng Miaomiao was shocked, her face turning pale. How could there be a Demon Clan mber here? When did it get so close? She hadn’t noticed at all.
"Such a beautiful girl, how could anyone bear to refuse you? Co, let
cherish you properly," a dangerous aura enveloped Cheng Miaomiao, who wanted to scream, but no sound ca out.
In Chen Miaomiao’s eyes, the image of the Demon Clan appeared. Among the swirling black mist, the demon’s face was full of wrinkles, and its eyes were crimson, filled with malice.
Cheng Miaomiao rembered a female cultivator who had been humiliated to death by a Demon Clan mber, and her body began to tremble. She didn’t want that fate, to be humiliated and have her essence drained, dying as a naked, withered corpse! The thought of such abuse before death and the disgrace after was overwhelming. Fear threatened to swallow Cheng Miaomiao whole.
Mother, I won’t be willful anymore.
Save .
Mother, save !!
Soone save ?
The demon’s withered fingers were about to touch Cheng Miaomiao’s cheek, and she could feel the chilling breath of death approaching.
She closed her eyes in despair, a tear of regret rolling down her cheek.
But in the next mont, the chilling sensation disappeared.
A loud bang echoed in her ears.
Cheng Miaomiao opened her eyes in confusion and witnessed a scene she would never forget.
An exceptionally beautiful woman stood with one foot on the demon’s head, grinding it into the ground. The demon, who had been laughing lewdly just monts before, was now lying in agony, unable to even struggle.
In the moonlight, the beautiful woman gave her a slight smile. A gentle breeze lifted her jet-black hair and flowing garnts, the moonlight adding a silvery glow, making her appear so aloof and beautiful.
She recognized her.
Had seen her before.
Her na was Tianmiao.
They said she was Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit.
But now she thought, she was definitely not Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit, no, she was definitely not a Sword Spirit.
She was...
"Little girl, don’t wander around. What will you do if you encounter bad people? From now on, either go out with soone strong or beco strong yourself," Tianmiao said with a slight smile, and after handing the demon to Ye Chenfeng, who had just arrived, she turned to leave.
But in the next mont, Tianmiao felt a tug on her clothes and turned around to et a pair of bright, gleaming eyes.
"Sister, I like you."
And then, Tianmiao distinctly heard this sentence from Cheng Miaomiao’s mouth.
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