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Meng Fuyao shook her head and smiled at him. ”I feel that you and my family's Three really look alike.”
”Who's Three? Your younger brother?” Zhong Yi was very happy to hear.
”My family's cat.” Meng Fuyao stood up, poured the boiled water into Zhangsun Wuji's special mug, and asked Lord Yuan Bao to bring it over.
Lord Yuan Bao looked miserably at the mug that was as tall as himself. He felt that it was a very difficult task, but he was also very guilty that he could not console his master because of his size when he finally had the opportunity to do so. As such, he walked to the corner of the wall and drew circles.
Meng Fuyao did not speak and pursed her lips. She placed the mug on the floor between the two of them, and after a while, she used a finger to nudge the mug away from her. Seconds later, she pushed again, and moments later, she pushed once more, and once more…
She looked at neither the cup nor Zhangsun Wuji. Focusing on the fire in front of her, her eyes were expressionless…
Quietly, the mug slowly moved along in the dark shadows…
The distance was only half a meter long, but it was a journey as difficult as conquering 100,000 miles…
When Meng Fuyao pushed for the sixth time, her hand suddenly came into contact with a warm finger.
That finger held the mug, and it seemed to have been extending towards her direction. It slightly stopped when it touched her hand, and he instinctively shifted away, but at the next second, his hand reached over and held both her hand and the mug together.
Meng Fuyao's hand was gently wrapped in his. The warm mug in her palm resembled a ball of fire, and its warmth reached the bottom of her heart.
Silently, she sat cross-legged beside the fire. Her eyes were clear and bright like a water body, and her tears rippled noiselessly in her sockets.
On the other side, Zhangsun Wuji did not speak as well, but he continued to hold her hand. The combined heat from both their palms seemed to significantly slow down the cooling of the water in the mug. The temperature of the mug continued to drop, but her heart started to warm up bit by bit.
At that moment, time passed so slowly.
That was until Tie Cheng walked in through the door with a slightly cold breeze.
As the moonlight shone behind him, when he opened the door, his figure looked slightly blurry. There was also the smell of grass and flowers on his body, which seemed to be the effects of feeding the horses. He strode in confidently and so quickly that the fire swayed to one side. He headed towards Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji, who released their hands and shun away. M
eng Fuyao laughed and lectured him. ”Aggressive lad, you can't even walk properly.”
Tie Cheng smiled and reached into his bag for some dried food. Zhong Yi, who sat in the corner quietly just now, suddenly ran over and displayed the robes in front of Tie Cheng. ”Do I look good in this?”
Impatiently, Tie Cheng swatted him away. ”You look ugly in whatever you wear!”
Just then, Meng Fuyao suddenly looked up. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
Tie Cheng did not recognize his own clothes?
Tie Cheng? Tie Cheng!
Swoosh!
A purple figure flew by, and the fire flickered—Zhangsun Wuji had already shot up from his spot.
He had always been as nimble and quick as a rabbit when he moved, and today, he leaped at a speed unattainable by any other human. Even with Meng Fuyao's superior eyesight, she could not completely catch his trace of movement. With just a skip of her heart and a flick of the flames, he landed in front of ”Tie Cheng” and an exquisite Ruyi rolled out of his sleeves. Pinching the Ruyi with his fingers, he flung it towards the enemy's eyebrows!
By that moment, Meng Fuyao was able to reach his spot. Destiny Rebellion was taken out so quickly that its black shadow could not even be seen, and she slashed it down on the enemy's forehead. Meng Fuyao closed her eyes to not look at the face, which was the same as Tie Cheng's to prevent being distracted, so her strike was so forceful that the brain juices could be smashed apart!
Meng Fuyao could spare anyone else but this person!
The bastard who insulted both her and Zhangsun Wuji!
The Ruyi was as white as snow, and Destiny Rebellion was as dark as a black stream. The bright and dark gleams were clearly in contrast, but they intertwined and rolled together like spinning tops, forming a huge double-colored web. It surged violently like a huge wave and was as silent as a fine drizzle as the web towered above the enemy.
When Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji combined forces, their martial arts style were completely different but also extremely compatible, as though it was a natural match. She was so forceful that she was slightly unstable, but this flaw was well covered by his delicate and encompassing inner energy.
But that man still laughed. It was a sharp voice, and the tone was more of complacency than shock.
And then, he retreated.
He retreated weirdly, almost as though a cocoon breaking out of his shell. As he stepped back, he detached himself from Tie Cheng's robes, which seemed to be mobile on their own. The sleeves raised themselves to fend off Meng Fuyao's and Zhangsun Wuji's attack, as though they were a real person. Then, the purse, belt, and all other items started to drop. Wearing only his undergarments, he retreated amongst the mess of the flying objects and disappeared with just a twist of his body.