Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

Hearing what Xie Xuan'er said, Xie Fuyi was slightly surprised in his heart.

"Junior Sister, you are really like a roundworm in the belly of Senior Brother."

Xie Fuyi seemed to be so emotionally rare.

And Xie Xuan'er held the tea that had been brewed in both hands, and walked slowly in front of Xie Fuyi, and gently parted her lips——

"Senior brother, what Xuan'er can do for you is far beyond what those bugs can do."

That's all Xie Xuan'er said, and she handed the mellow tea in her hands to Xie Fuyi.

Xie Fuyi took it steadily, and took a sip.

The taste, aroma, and heat are all just right, which is what Xie Fuyi likes most. It can be seen that even in these small aspects, Xie Xuan'er has put enough thought into it.

Xie Xuan'er still maintained a gentle and dignified smile, quietly watching Xie Fuyi, like a soft girl waiting for a response.
The white jade teacup in his hand turned slightly.
Xie Fuyi thought about Xie Xuan'er's words, he felt that Xie Xuan'er seemed to have something in her words
Far from being comparable to those bugs, in fact Xie Xuan'er also knows a lot of things, she knows how many people feel about Xie Fuyi.

Xie Fuyi smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Good tea."

".Sure enough, the Zongmen Qingcha made by my junior sister is the most suitable for me."

Received Xie Fuyi's compliment, Xie Xuan'er's face was full of smiles.
"If senior brother doesn't dislike it, Xuan'er, she is willing to make tea for senior brother for a lifetime."

Xie Fuyi was a little stunned. Although he was a bit emotional sometimes, he was not an idiot.

Xie Fuyi knew what Xie Xuan'er meant, he had always known it.

but
"Xuan'er."

Xie Fuyi suddenly said, this time he didn't address his junior sister, but called the other party's name, just like the conversation on Zhuxian Terrace, "...I, I may not let you make tea for me for the rest of my life."

As soon as Xie Fuyi finished speaking, he suddenly thought of the conversation he had with Shoumen Yu in the inner secret realm of the sect.
And hearing what Xie Fuyi said, the gentle and beautiful smile on Xie Xuan'er's face suddenly froze.
"Why why."

Her beautiful and majestic eyebrows slowly lost consciousness, and there seemed to be tears welling up inside, "...it's because Zi is wrong, it's not her, it's the one named Chu."

woman.

Xie Xuan'er's words trembled, and there was a kind of anger hidden in it, but more of it was full of a helpless feeling of self-doubt
But before Xie Xuan'er finished speaking, Xie Fuyi directly continued what he had said before, and said again——

".Xuan'er, I can't let you make tea for me for the rest of my life, after all"

".The matter of making tea is not in accordance with the etiquette system for the wife who is the head of the first fairy sect in the Three Realms."

The voice just fell.

Xie Xuan'er froze on the spot, unable to tell whether she was stunned or dumbfounded for a moment.
Afterwards, tears and smiles could be vaguely seen coexisting.

Xie Fuyi seemed to have a faint smile that had succeeded in his tricks. He took a few steps back, put one hand on the long sandalwood case, and at the same time once again sipped the tea in the cup, his long eyebrows slightly raised, his face that was originally dusty and cold now appeared Some playful.
Without waiting for Xie Fuyi to say anything, he just smelled a burst of purple lavender fragrance.
Xie Xuan'er wrapped her arms around Xie Fuyi's neck, and buried herself completely in front of Xie Fuyi's body.

Fortunately, Xie Fuyi had quick eyesight and quick hands, so that the tea would not overturn and burn himself.
There were a few faint sobbing female voices, but there was only good feeling in them, but no sadness.

This was the first time, and probably the only time, that Xie Fuyi responded to her feelings so positively.

It's a bit late, but it's okay, I didn't miss it.
Xie Fuyi put down the white jade teacup in his hand by himself, hugged the woman in his arms, stroked her trembling back covered with black hair with the other hand, and at the same time comforted——

"It's really the same as back then, still a crying girl"

Xie Fuyi's faint words seemed to bring back Xie Xuan'er's earlier memories with him.

But the latter was still unwilling to raise his head, hiding in Xie Fuyi's arms, sobbing and denying
Xie Fuyi smiled lightly for the person in his arms who refused to admit his death, "Xuan'er, after the matter of the 'Xianyuan Ceremony' and the traitor in the sect is completely resolved this time, I will invite the venerables of the Three Realms to join you Formally become a fairy couple."

".It's just a pity that I won't be able to get the old man's treasure." Xie Fuyi said in a low voice, but there was no trace of regret in his words.

The power of Yao Xianzong is overwhelming.
Even if all the remaining forces in the entire fairy world unite, they can only barely equalize with Yao Xianzong.

In the face of such a huge monster, even if the [Death Camp] had been prepared, how long can it last?
Ghost cities are all over the world.

[Death Camp] As the second largest force in the Shadow Ghost City, its branches are naturally spread all over the world.

It's just that today, only the last few sub-helms and the main rudder in the "Death Camp" remain.

Yao Xianzong and its dependent forces, with the momentum of thunder, launched a strong attack on all the helm gates of the [Death Camp] at the same time, like a storm sweeping through the forest.

Although the "dead men" in the [Death Camp] are known as the best assassins in the world, it is difficult to resist being attacked by so many powerful monks head-on.

Especially now that the [Death Camp] elites are gathering in northern Xinjiang, the sub-helms in other regions are almost on the verge of collapse.

Every [Death Battalion] sub-rudder is destroyed, and there is a mark drawn by Xianmo on the map in the Northern Border Immortal Venerable Palace.

At this moment, there are 180 seven markers on the map.
Corresponding to the 180 seven sub-rudders that were destroyed in the 【Death Camp】.

[Death Camp] The sphere of influence spread all over the world, now there are only a few tiny places in northern Xinjiang, and it is only in the last few moments.

Northern Xinjiang.

A hidden ghost market somewhere on the southern grassland.

A strange building is obviously isolated from other surrounding buildings. This is the sub-rudder of [Death Camp] located here, and it is also the largest sub-rudder of [Death Camp] after the main rudder.

But now, it has been occupied by Yao Xianzong forces.

All the "dead" fought to the last moment, and none surrendered
And those miscellaneous workers who surrendered and were not "dead people" were all executed by the leader of Yao Xianzong.

There is no other reason, but because the two commanding venerables of this crusade team are the venerable Ye Hanchen of the Discipline Academy and the venerable Wen Mingting of the Sword Cultivation Hall.