Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Xuan Wei's dark and hot eyeballs moved with great difficulty, and then he drooped his eyes.

It seemed as if his head also drooped deeply along with his gaze.

The finger bones under the sleeve turned white due to the strong pressure, and the hard finger bones felt painful as if they were on the verge of breaking.

Xuanwei always thinks too much.

Not only could Qi Wu Yue not see through his thoughts and all his embarrassing thoughts, he couldn't even see through anyone else.

Qi Wu Yue has a heart, but he also has no heart.

People have feelings, things have feelings, but the moon has no feelings.

The other half of his Moon God bloodline is even more stubborn than the Silver Dragon bloodline.

He is incapable of emotion.

So even if someone showed him their naked body, he would just chuckle and step on that person's head and crush it.

Because he was offended.

Qi Wu Yue chose to nonchalantly withdraw his gaze at Xuan Wei's evasive behavior of lowering his eyes and keeping silent. He supported his chin with his white fingers, turned lazily to Seventeen, and began to settle the old accounts with this cold and hard swordsman in a tone that sounded like a complaint, smiling.

"Look, he's glaring at me."

"Did I scold him?"

Qi Wu Yue felt very innocent.

Seventeen held the sword coldly and glanced at Xuanwei with a "shameless" look, as if he wanted to draw his sword and chop him to death on the spot.

"How can the emperor bother to scold him?"

How could he, a young man from the righteous sect, be worthy of it?

Qi Wu Yue bent his fingers and counted down: "Did I curse his sect?"

Seventeen said firmly: "Of course not."

At most, it's contempt.

How can looking down on someone be considered an insult?

Xuantian Immortal Sect should reflect on itself and ask itself why people look down on it.

Xuan Wei's lips were pursed very flatly, as if he had no reaction at all. His face was still cold and his eyes were frosty, without any emotion fluctuations at all.

Only he himself knew it. Although he didn't show it on his face, inside he felt like a jade mountain collapsing, the sky falling and the earth collapsing.

Qi Wu Yue tilted his head slightly, and a single slender and gorgeous earring swept across his white jade-like neck. He smiled and asked, "He is so rude, can I hit him?"

"Of course!"

"Oh, it's not bullying?"

Seventeen held the long sword, raised his thin eyelids, and sneered.

"Don't they have an unwritten tradition in Zhongzhou? A gap of 300 years is considered a pseudo-generation. A gap of 500 years is considered a real generation."

"When the emperor fought with him, it was at most a fight between peers."

After all, Qi Wu Yue and Xuan Wei are less than a hundred years apart.

Lord Seventeen held the sword in his arms and said "a fight between peers" in a harsh voice, which made the whole hall explode with a loud noise.

The servants and even the guards suppressed their lips silently.

Seventeen is a genius.

What a fucking fight!

There was a huge gap in cultivation between Emperor Yi and the icy face of Xuantian Immortal Sect. Even if it wasn't bullying the weak, it was still a one-sided massacre!

Those old guys from the Xuantian Immortal Sect were crying and making a fuss all the way to Southern Xinjiang, and they were standing at the door howling and cursing.

If you are more stubborn, you will demand justice even if you have to bang your head against a pillar!

Xuanwei seemed to have heard nothing, and did not speak a word, move, laugh, or run away.

This kind of person is extremely boring. If you get along with him, you will feel cold to death.

Qi Wu Yue began to feel bored, and looked away without interest. He glanced at the attendants on both sides, chuckled and reminded the maid: "Don't be stunned, give this great benefactor from Southern Xinjiang a seat~"

His voice seemed to be coated with a layer of honey. When he spoke softly to people, it always sounded like he was tempting them to commit a crime. It was addictive like poison, and then people would gradually lose their minds.

Not to mention, he said it with a smile.

The little maid felt dizzy and disoriented in an instant, and was so confused that she couldn't tell which way was which.

Even though they knew her emperor's usual temper, that the louder he laughed, the softer his voice became, the stronger his murderous intent became, but in the face of such beauty, how many people could remain sober?

The servants in the palace are selected from the major elves at regular intervals, and only those with superior talents will be elected.

Its function is to help absorb excess spiritual energy when the emperor is practicing.

In short, benefit from someone’s help.

After all, the place where the emperor is located is the most abundant place in the world in terms of spiritual energy, which is better than any other spiritual veins or formations.

The little maid was startled and quickly found a seat for Xuanwei.

Xuanwei is almost in a state of meditation.

He doesn't sit.

Ah? Do you want to "invite" him to sit?

The little maid looked up at Qi Wu Yue for instructions.

Qi Wu Yue raised his hand to indicate that it was up to him, if he didn’t want to sit then forget it.

"Do you know why I invited you?"

"...the inheritance of sword intent." Xuan Wei guessed in a low voice.

He came to Southern Xinjiang for the sword inheritance above the secret realm. Southern Xinjiang invited him here, maybe it didn't want the inheritance to fall into the hands of outsiders.

Qi Wu Yue's eyebrows were indifferent, and he twisted the white jade teacup between his fingertips. In the misty smoke, he said casually: "How could it be, didn't I say that you are a great benefactor of Southern Xinjiang."

Xuan Wei naturally wouldn't be so bold as to think that he was doing a favor for Southern Xinjiang. He just thought that Qi Wu Yue was making fun of him, so he remained indifferent and kept silent.

Qi Wu Yue raised his hand and grabbed. A white light flashed by, and a snow-white creature peeking out from behind the screen was caught in his hand.

A few beautiful, slender white fingers seemed to contain terrifying energy that could collapse mountains and overturn seas, and they lightly carried Xie An Ning, who was wrapped tightly in fox fur.

Xie An Ning, who was being held by the scruff of the neck like a chick, turned around and gave Qi Wu Yue a flattering smile, saying pitifully: "Emperor~"

Qi Wu Yue: "Where's the hand warmer?"

Xie Anning pointed at the hand warmer that had just stopped rolling on the ground behind the screen and touched his nose: "Over there..."

Qi Wu Yue suddenly picked her up and she was pulled over in a daze. She didn't hold the hand warmer tightly and rolled to the ground.

Qi Wu Yue handed her the teacup to warm her hands.

Xie Anning's little fox eyes rolled around, and he quickly picked up the teacup with his cold and slender fingers and pretended to take a sip.

But anyone with eyes could see that she wanted to drink the tea from the rim of the cup.

A crack finally appeared on Xuan Wei's cold and stiff expression mask, and he remembered that he had indeed saved the people in southern Xinjiang.

Just do it.

But if what the girl said at the beginning was true, she did have a high status in southern Xinjiang, or in other words, her family background, relatives, and the people she relied on were all people of high status.

Xie An Ning raised his clenched fist and shook it like a cat's paw: "I told you, although I am weak, my backers and thighs are very strong!"

She should be thanked for saving her life, but it was the fault of the cold and arrogant swordsman in front of her to take her life.

The original anger dissipated a little. Qi Wu Yue took a look at the creature in his hand, raised his head and said to Xuan Wei concisely: "She wants to repay your kindness, I will help her repay your kindness."

An Ning: But you look like you want to twist his head off.

Xuan Wei's voice seemed to have been soaked in frost and snow: "...No need."

What Qi Wu Yue hates most is the hypocrisy of the righteous immortal sects.

Even if the person in front of you is truly innocent and has no intention of doing anything, if we follow the established cause and effect, he is the one who benefits from it.

No matter what, he is the one who benefits from it in the end.

Qi Wu Yue sneered and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Just because you say it's not necessary, can it be unnecessary?"

His silver eyes were cold, and his voice was even colder: "You have involved her causal line. If you really don't want to, you can cut off your causal line for me to see."

People cannot be without cause and effect, unless they do not want an afterlife.

"I am just informing you. I am not giving you the right to accept or reject it."

So it’s not up to you.

"You saved her. Nanjiang owes you a favor, so naturally we won't treat you badly. If you know what's best for you, I will not only ensure that your journey to the secret realm is safe and smooth, but the inheritance will also be yours."

If you don't know what's best for you, you're seeking death.

It took a long time before Xuanwei heard his own voice.

"it is good."