"Senior, I'm sorry." Lan Yue no longer wants to bother with the people in Tianluo Palace, so she said straight to the point: "I wonder why seniors should summon juniors?"

"It's an exaggeration to summon him. I heard that Jiuzhou had an extremely outstanding junior, and he couldn't help but love his talents."

The ancestor smiled, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

Lan Yue's heart moved, "What do you mean by senior?"

"If you are a talented person, it would be a blessing for us to join the Tianluo Palace." The ancestor's eyes were full of light, which was very inconsistent with his old appearance.

He said this very politely, as if as long as Lan Yue refused, he would be ungrateful and ungrateful.

However, Lan Yue did not like Tianluo Palace, or rather, it was because of the disagreement of ideas.

Lan Yue knew very well what she wanted. The purpose, atmosphere, and methods of doing things were incompatible with her.

However, she couldn't refuse easily, because it was not just about herself.

If she offended Tianluo Palace miserably today, she would probably implicate the sect.

So Lan Yue thought about it carefully and said cautiously: "I guess senior knows Suoying Island, right?"

When the ancestor of Tianluo Palace heard this, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly understood Lan Yue’s thoughts.

"Have you heard about the magic weapon of the Dongxu period?" The ancestor frowned slightly.

Lan Yue nodded, and she knew that with the power of Tianluo Palace, they could not have known about the fragments of the magic weapon in the cave era on Suoying Island.

"It's a matter of this. I plan to go to Suoying Island. It is unknown whether it will be life or death. Can I reply to my senior again after the trip to Suoying Island?"

Now the senior brother and a few disciples are still in the Tianluo Palace. No matter what, I will drag them back to the sect first.

The ancestor of Tianluo Palace has long been a human spirit, so he naturally heard Lan Yue’s thoughts, but he was very confident.

These nine continents have no force that can confront their Tianluo Palace. Lan Yue can escape for a while, but for a lifetime.

If you want to recruit her, you don’t have to force her too much for a while.

Thinking of this, the ancestor nodded, "Okay."

Seeing this, Lan Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the ancestor of Tianluo Palace continue to say: "With your strength, you don't have to borrow those treasures."

He felt that Lan Yue was too greedy.

But Lan Yue's trip was more for experience, but there was no need to say these words to him.

So Lan Yue smiled and said, "Just join in the fun, I guess you won't be absent."

The ancestor didn't want to hide it. After all, it was absolutely impossible for them to miss this kind of opportunity.

Lan Yue exchanged a few more greetings with the ancestor of Tianluo Palace, and refused to say that there was still a lot of preparations to prepare for the trip to Suoying Island, so he resigned.

The ancestor nodded and said to Qu Lingyao beside him: "Yao'er, please send Lan Yue away."

Qu Lingyao nodded in surprise, "Fairy, please come here."

"In this way, I will say goodbye."

Lan Yue bowed to the ancestor and turned around and left.

Shen Tu stood aside without saying a word until Lan Yue's figure was completely invisible, then he respectfully asked the ancestor, "Sir, how about it?"

When the ancestor of Tianluo Palace heard this, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and showed Shentu the right hand under his sleeve.

When Shen Tu saw the charred palm, his whole body was shocked, "Is she really so powerful?"

"Tu'er, if you really fight, she may not lose to you..." The ancestor said slowly.

After hearing this, Shentu's face suddenly became ugly.

The ancestor looked at him slowly and said in a low voice: "If she can't use it for us, then..."

His figure gradually became illusory, and three words echoed in the empty Tianhuan Palace: "Do it be ruined-"

"Fairy, you're right. I'll personally tell Fellow Daoist Xiao to explain it clearly later!" Outside the Tianhuan Palace, the gloom on Qu Lingyao's face finally dissipated a little.

Lan Yue still has some good feelings for Qu Lingyao. No matter what the ancestor of Tianluo Palace and Shen Tu, it has nothing to do with Qu Lingyao. She is not the kind of person who takes his anger at will.

"good."

Lan Yue smiled slightly and flashed away.

Qu Lingyao watched the beautiful figure disappear in front of her eyes, and a trace of regret arose in her heart. After all, she couldn't snuggle up to Fairy Lanyue like Gongsun Yuanling, although that was the scene she had always dreamed of...

The moment she saw Dihuang Peak, Lan Yue's tense heartstrings finally loosened.

It’s already the moon and starry sky. She will go to find her senior brother tomorrow morning and ask them to set off back to the sect immediately!

Lan Yue returned to her residence a little tiredly. When she pushed the door open, she felt a breath that did not belong to her.

"who!"

Lan Yue shouted lightly, but saw a figure slowly getting up from her beauty couch.

Lan Yue looked closely and his breathing suddenly stopped, and he forgot to react for a moment.

I saw Xiao Jingyao sitting on the beauty couch. His eyelashes were curled up, and his face was still filled with a hint of ignorance.

He actually wore a purple dress today. At this time, his collar was messy and loose, revealing his snow-white skin, and exuding a hint of misty beauty under the dark candlelight.

The soft charm that emanated from the bone made Lan Yue's body slouch, and she completely forgot to investigate why Xiao Jingyao was in her room.

"Master, you are back."

Xiao Jingyao's mouth raised slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy when he saw her at first sight.

"Yao...Yao...Yaoer..."

Lan Yue opened her mouth several times before she found her voice.

"Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time, but you have never come back." Xiao Jingyao's eyes were filled with tiny light, but a hint of fragility appeared on his face.

"The disciple was injured a little today and couldn't help but feel a little tired. He slept on the master's couch for a while. Master wouldn't blame him, right?"

When Lan Yue heard Xiao Jingyao talk about the wound on her shoulder, she felt nervous and shook her head quickly.

The injury was still scratched by her. Xiao Jingyao was just resting on her couch for a while, it was nothing.

"Then... can Master change the medicine for his disciple..."

Xiao Jingyao lowered his head slightly, and his exposed neck was stained with a suspicious blush.

Lan Yue's heart trembled. Xiao Jingyao's lovable look was so cute that she didn't dare to step forward...

"If you want...why would you please call your master to change it to you."

"Does Master dislike the disciple? Yes, after all, it's such an ugly wound... The disciple shouldn't disturb Master."

Xiao Jingyao stood up suddenly, but as soon as he moved, a bloody color instantly soaked from the purple clothes.

Lan Yue's eyes condensed and immediately flashed in front of Xiao Jingyao, pressing him back to the couch.

"Why is it still so serious!?"

In desperation, Lan Yue didn't care about the difference between men and women, so she pulled off Xiao Jingyao's loose top.

I saw that the wound, which had obviously improved before, was gushing out blood at this time, which was extremely terrifying.

Lan Yue hurriedly covered the wound with his right hand, and his spiritual energy was sent into Xiao Jingyao's body without hesitation. He hurriedly took out the last muscle-growing pill with his other hand, crushed it and applied it to Xiao Jingyao's wound.

Xiao Jingyao turned his head and looked at Lan Yue's serious and somewhat panicked look. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a successful smile.

In order not to heal the wound, he kept invading the wound with ghost energy.

Worried about the poor effect, he even specially used charcoal cream, so the wound became more and more serious.

If that is not the case, how could his master keep him...

When the wound finally stopped bleeding, Lan Yue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When she raised her head, she realized that there was only a short distance between her and Xiao Jingyao.

He stared at himself so seriously that she could even see her reflection clearly in his dark eyes...

Lan Yue's heart was thrilled, and she immediately stood up and opened the distance between the two.

But this time, Xiao Jingyao could see more clearly.

Because of blood loss, his lips turned slightly white, and the winding blood red scattered across his naked upper body, looking full of broken and messy beauty.

Lan Yue's heart and liver trembled, and her mind became confused.

“Master…”

Xiao Jingyao's voice was quiet, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his whisper.

Lan Yue felt a hint of heat in the air, which made her feel very dry all over.

When she heard Xiao Jingyao calling her like this, Lan Yue felt that the power was even more terrifying than the pressure of the Mahayana period.

She took a step back suddenly and said stutteringly: "Yao...Yaoer, my teacher suddenly remembered that there were important things that I had to discuss with your master. You...you should rest here at my teacher."

Lan Yue couldn't wait to turn around and leave, her snow-white dress flew over, and there was a hint of escaping from the panic.

Seeing that the door opened and closed, there was no trace of Lan Yue in the room.
To be continued...