Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

When Jun Ning and other powerful men were fighting to the point of heaven and earth collapsing.

The style of painting here for the younger generation is completely different.

Lu Wensheng turned his head and saw that the geniuses who had been surrounding him just now fell on the rock face ten feet away like kites with broken strings.

Yan Zhaoming was lying on the rubble with his hair burnt and exploded, the broken pieces of Cang Lige's Liu Cangjin were still stuck to his temples, and even the usually calm Yun Wujiu had his hair blown away by the sword energy, leaving his black hair messily scattered on his shoulders - Liu Jiqian's sword intent was so accurate that it could sweep everyone away, but did not hurt them at all. This feeling of crushing that could be controlled at will made Lu Wensheng feel a sudden chill on the back of his neck.

Only then did he truly feel Liu Jiqian's overwhelming strength. The aftermath of the sword energy had plowed deep grooves on the rock surface, and stone chips were still falling.

The other geniuses were also chased around and felt very aggrieved.

They just felt wronged: We didn’t do anything! We didn’t even touch Lu Wensheng, why should we beat them? !

Before Lu Wensheng could react, his waist suddenly tightened, and a palm with a bit of burning heat pressed against him through the clothes, pulling him forward with a bit of brutal force.

Lu Wensheng staggered half a step, and before he could steady himself, his chin was pinched by a slender hand. When the fingertips rolled over the tip of his red ear, there was still the coldness of the sword energy left.

He looked up and met a pair of red-gold pupils - it was a color more intense than the twilight, with dark currents surging in the depths of the pupils, like crushed gold mixed with burnt ash, but the moment it met his gaze, tiny ripples appeared.

Liu Jiqian's silver hair was stained with a few fireflies of sword light. The gray mist-like color seemed even more eerie in the twilight, but it made the skin on his neck look so white that it was almost transparent.

He stroked Lu Wensheng's chin with his fingertips. The force was not strong, but it was irresistible. A low and hoarse laugh rolled out of his throat, but the ending tone was trembling slightly: "Lu Wensheng? Yangming? Ah Sheng?"

Liu Jiqian's fingertips suddenly rolled over Lu Wensheng's lips, and he said with almost punishing force: "You don't think about me at all. You haven't taken the initiative to send me a message for so long."

Liu Jiqian lowered his eyes and stared at the red tips of Lu Wensheng's ears, his Adam's apple rolling heavily, and his fingertips stroking the curve of his chin. Suddenly, he sneered, closed his fingertips, and lifted his head up with his palm against the back of his neck.

The tips of their noses were almost touching, and Lu Wensheng could clearly see the shadow cast by the burnt marks at the end of his hair in the twilight, as well as the sneer at the corner of his lips that was a bit aggrieved.

The dark color surging in the red-gold pupils almost swallowed people: "Lu Wensheng, it would be better if you have me in your eyes--"

The last line of her voice suddenly dropped, and the breath mixed with the vibration of her chest brushed past his earlobe: "Otherwise, I will gouge out their eyes, so that no one in this world dares to look at you again."

He felt the hilt of the sword vibrate in his palm, and Lu Wensheng was shocked to realize that he had grasped the sword unconsciously. However, when he met the paranoia in Liu Jiqian's eyes, his fingertips suddenly loosened.

As for Liu Jiqian's "harsh words", I didn't take them to heart at all - they were just talk.

The burn marks on the end of the other person's hair were rubbing against his wrist, like crumpled moonlight, and the noble figure in his memory who was holding a sword under the moon in the Wenxian Sect was now pinching his chin with his fingertips filled with devilish energy, forcing him to look at him.

"Weiyun..." Lu Wensheng called softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, but in return the other party tightened the shackles.

Liu Jiqian's Adam's apple rolled, and complex emotions surged in his red-gold eyes - there was anger at being ignored, ecstasy at meeting again after a long separation, and an almost humble uneasiness hidden deep inside.

The mountain wind in the twilight blew up the broken snow on the top of the rock. Lu Wensheng looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and suddenly found that the tip of the other person's ears was still tinged with a faint red. Even though he was eroded by the remnant soul, even though his body was full of demonic energy, the eyes that once reflected the vast stars still stubbornly reflected his figure.

Yan Zhaoming rubbed his waist and climbed up, suddenly muttering: "So we are not here to fight, but to watch lovers quarrel?"

Jiang Jinyue stuck her butt out while still kneeling, looking at the two people, her eyes lit up: "Wow!"

"Liu, Liu Jiqian you--" Lu Wensheng's question was stuck in his throat. The other party suddenly leaned over, put his arm through his knees and picked him up sideways.

Lu Wensheng felt dizzy and was thrown into a groaning mess. When he came to his senses, he was already being carried on someone's shoulders.

Liu Jiqian's palms tightly clasped his waist, and his body temperature felt like burning through the thin fabric.

His mind went blank instantly, and the red behind his ears quickly spread to his neck. His fingers frantically grabbed the other person's collar, and his voice was broken and angry: "Liu Jiqian! What are you doing! Put me down! How disgraceful!"

The jade pendant on Lu Wensheng's waist jingled, his hair crown hung askew in front of his forehead, and his usually dignified robes were wrinkled into a ball, making him look like a cat with its hair standing on end.

In response to him, Liu Jiqian laughed softly, his chest shaking, with a bit of suppressed pleasure.

The gray mist on his silver hair shattered into fireflies in the sword energy. He pointed his toes and soared into the air with Lu Wensheng. His clothes rustled, and exclamations and shouts of anger came from the geniuses below.

A group of geniuses watched helplessly as Lu Wensheng was carried away like a sack, and were collectively petrified.

Tang He jumped up and down and cursed. Wu Feipeng held down the shaking hilt of the sword and looked at the figure in confusion as he carried his senior brother away and disappeared into the clouds.

Yan Zhaoming jumped up from the rubble with burnt hair on his head. "Damn it! This Liu guy has no moral principles! He just robbed people after fighting?"

Cangli singer was busy sorting out the Liu Cangjin that was shredded by the sword energy. His fingertips brushed the broken pieces of fluff on his temples, and his delicate face was stained with a hint of anger: "After all, you are asking the chief of the Immortal Sect, why are you acting like a street scoundrel?"

Yun Wujiu bent down and picked up the hair crown that had rolled to his feet. His black hair fell on his shoulders, making him look more disheveled than usual.

Qin Xiao from the Regulation and Correction Department was not at the front due to his duties, but he also saw the whole thing and was stunned: this Liu Jiqian is even more of a bandit than their Regulation and Correction Department.

Ji Yanli's usually elegant eyebrows twitched fiercely, and there was some anger in his eyes: Just kidnapped Junior Brother Lu like this? !

A group of geniuses stumbled to their feet, with holes on their robes caused by sword energy. But just as they took two steps, they saw Liu Jiqian tiptoeing and rising up. The gray mist on his silver hair turned into flowing light, and Lu Wensheng on his shoulder was protected in his arms, with only his struggling back visible.

A young man's angry roar came from above: "Liu Jiqian! Liu Weiyun! Let go!"

The disciples from the Discipline Hall who came this time cried and chased after him: "Brother Liu, please don't leave! Don't take Brother Lu with you!" Damn! My house was robbed!

Ye Yingzhou frowned: "Hurry up and chase him!"

Xun Ruo put the pipa on his back and said, "Do you need me to tell you?"

Ji Yanli usually doesn't talk much, but at this moment, while flying his sword, he angrily said, "I've never seen such a domineering kidnapping!"

Yan Qingshu felt that judging from Liu Jiqian's expression, Lu Wensheng's good fortune might be yet to come. However, looking at the indignant crowd, she said nothing and spoke righteously.

"I swear to protect Lu Wensheng until death!"