Quick Wear Ace System Childbirth Manual

Ah Li did not join in the action. She slowly looked at the other disciples of Ling Tian Sword Sect around her. None of them thought of coming to help Hua Rong, and they kept saying, "I can't believe that Junior Sister has become so powerful."

"But wasn't that broken sword of hers chosen randomly by the Sect Master from the sword pool?"

"Yes, yes, this broken sword can give birth to such a powerful sword spirit? I will go to the sword pond and look for other broken swords to see if they also have sword spirits."

Ahri looked at Hua Rong and Wen Zihan again. Wen Zihan was going all out in an attempt to defeat Hua Rong, while Hua Rong was fighting and retreating, not trying her best at all.

So, there’s something hidden behind all this?

Ahri put away the densely packed long swords behind her. From the guilty look on that person's face when entering the mountain gate, to the familiar and gentle look on everyone's face towards Wen Zihan when they arrived at the ring, it didn't seem like she was acting.

Ahri also noticed that not far away, there were several figures flying towards them at a very fast speed.

Hua Rong didn't even think twice and shouted, "Big Brother, save me!"

"Sister Ahli!"

Wen Zihan found someone blocking her way, so she called out to Ali.

Just as Ali was about to go over to help, someone suddenly hugged her and said, "Don't go. That's their father and daughter's family affair. We won't get involved. Be good."

Ahri looked up at Wan Jiaoyang and asked in confusion, "You haven't forgotten me?"

Wan Jiaoyang chuckled and looked at Ahri, "My life sword is Long Yuan, and you are the sword spirit bred by Long Yuan. Do you think I will forget you?"

"Sister Ali?"

Wen Zihan shouted again.

Ali quickly said to Wan Jiaoyang: "Let's talk about this later. Zi Han called me, so I still have to go over and take a look."

"No, look."

Wan Jiaoyang was still holding Ali, and he asked Ali to look at Wen Zihan.

In front of Wen Zihan, a middle-aged man appeared. He had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked somewhat like Wen Zihan. The man said to Wen Zihan kindly, "Girl, it's time to wake up."

The man raised his hand and touched Wen Zihan's forehead. Wen Zihan resisted at first, but finally slowly closed her eyes. Her body swayed twice and she fell into the arms of the man in front of her.

"Thank you for your hard work. I am taking my daughter back with me."

Wen Zihan's father Wen Renqu looked in the direction of Ali and Wan Jiaoyang, then carried Wen Zihan back.

"Farewell, Master."

Led by Hua Rong, everyone present spoke respectfully.

Many people also stole glances at Wan Jiaoyang and Ahri from time to time. Their senior brother... had changed.

Wan Jiaoyang didn't care about other people's opinions. He said to Ali, "I'll take you back too and explain the whole story to you."

In a blink of an eye, Wan Jiaoyang brought Ali back to his cave.

The cave was very clean, with only a stone platform.

Wan Jiaoyang also placed a ban outside the cave, and the magic sword above his head floated down on its own and hid in a sword box.

Ahri noticed these little movements, she didn't dare to go over to the stone platform, "You, what do you want to do?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Wan Jiaoyang didn't care about Ah Li's refusal at the moment. He held her and lay on the stone platform. He said, "Be good, and I will talk to you."

Ah Li was held by Wan Jiaoyang. Seeing that he was still calm at the moment, she said, "Then tell me about Wen Zihan."

"Okay, I'll tell you, slowly."

So, Ali learned from Wan Jiaoyang that Wen Zihan's father was the head of Lingtian Sword Sect. The revenge she mentioned was that her father wanted to force her to practice, so he had someone lead her into an illusion when she went down the mountain to train.

In the illusion, everything is fake.

After Wen Zihan entered the illusion, she not only watched her father die and left behind a broken sword, but also experienced her former fellow disciples looking on coldly at her. Some even mocked her, took advantage of her misfortune, and wanted to kill her.

The illusion lasted for a long time. Wen Zihan instantly grew up from a simple and ignorant little girl into a girl who only wanted revenge.

All of this was because Wen Renqu wanted Wen Zihan to practice hard and become a great immortal.

Who made Wen Zihan resist cultivating immortals and practicing swordsmanship since he was young, and he just muddles through everything.

Wen Ren Qu thought, the male or female protagonists in the storybooks always have a smooth start. Before becoming powerful, there is a turning point. Either the whole family is killed by the enemy, or they are slandered and harmed.

Then they join a certain sect for revenge, or they are framed and thrown off a cliff.

Of course, those who fall off a cliff will not necessarily die, and if they join a certain sect, their master may not necessarily be a good one.

So, Wenren Qu came up with this thing.

Ali suddenly realized that it was no wonder that she heard Wen Zihan crying at that time but did not see anyone bullying her. It seemed that Wen Zihan had just come out of the illusion.

"Then why did she see me?"

Just as Ali was about to continue asking, Wan Jiaoyang hugged her, kissed her lips, and said, "I've talked so much, I'm tired, let me rest and drink some water."

"Where's the water you drink?"

As Ahri struggled to shout out this sentence, the man slowly moved his lips away and kissed her chin, then her shoulder, and then slowly moved down.

"you……"

Ali just felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, and he also felt an itch that he couldn't scratch, which made him upset.

"Be good and call me Master."

"Owner."

……

I don't know how long it took, but Wan Jiaoyang's lips were wet with tears, and he said, "Is it ok now?"

"Ok?"

Ali's mind was still going blank. As soon as she moaned, her feet were lifted onto someone's shoulders.

Wan Jiaoyang held his breath and watched Ahri blossom in her most gorgeous and beautiful appearance in front of him.

At first, he couldn't remember the Ahri in his mind.

During that time, those eyes would sometimes gradually become blurred.

Wan Jiaoyang could only draw those eyes when he remembered them.

Only when he sees the eyes in the painting will he vaguely remember a pool of water and a passionate girl on him. She calls him master, and they are doing the happiest thing in the world.

This time, as soon as Ahri appeared, his life sword said, "Ah, you finally decided to come back."

The eyes in his mind became clearer because of her.

Now, Ahri was like a stranded fish. She clung to him helplessly, speaking incoherently and vaguely, "That's enough... I'm going to lose it."

"wait for me."

Wan Jiaoyang never thought that he would be a person who was tempted by beauty.

He was attracted to her from the moment they met.

A woman with a beautiful figure like ice and jade suddenly appeared in front of him. Wan Jiaoyang admitted that he was not a saint.

Later, when he fell into the pool, he had evil thoughts and in a panic, he threw the sword far away.

During the sword formation trial, his evil thoughts... were about her.

But when she appeared in his arms again, he thought he had fallen into some illusion trial again. He remained silent, neither pushing her away nor rejecting her. Instead, he thought that the illusion would eventually disappear.

When he held her in his arms, her skin was just as he had imagined, smooth and delicate beyond his imagination.

In the pool water, her body appears even more crystal clear, like carefully carved mutton-fat white jade, exuding a soft and attractive luster.

At that moment, it was not only a visual surprise, but also an ultimate tactile temptation, which made people want to get closer to feel the delicacy and smoothness transmitted from the fingertips to the heart, as if it could instantly melt all the hardness and indifference in the world.

Every time he was closely connected with her, he couldn't extricate himself and just wanted to sink into it.