Ming Yan’s body trembles. She turns her head and forces a smile, only to listen to Liu Feizhou continue: “If you turned out like this, don’t wear white anymore. Others dressing like this would make them look like Immortals, but it’s like funeral clothes on you. You may have slandered my junior sister, but do you want to curse your Master as well by wearing mourning clothes?”
He speaks very fast, even snorting coldly after saying that. The contempt in his gaze is like a knife gouging out the other’s eyes, making the blood drain from Ming Yan’s face. She couldn’t raise her head.
She has always liked to wear plain white dresses, feeling like an Immortal fluttering about. And because she is a disciple of a Pill refiner, a lot of cultivators would usually flatter her, so she feels good about it. There’s never been anyone who hurt her by stabbing her spine so much before.
But the identity of the other party is too high, she can only bear it. There are tears in Ming Yan’s eyes, but there’s a ruthlessness at the edges, a clear resentment and jealousy towards Su Tingyun and Liu Feizhou.
She turns around and wants to leave, but her body suddenly catches on fire. Ming Yan’s cultivation is not high, and she couldn’t keep her breath in front of a third-grade Pill fire. She is burned to ashes.
Liu Feizhou remains unchanged. Probably, the only thing that’s different is that the rank of his Pill Fire has increased, and it can burn people faster than before.
He kills without blinking an eye. Now that he has perceived the hatred from the other party, what’s the point of leaving someone like this alone? Keep her as a stumbling block for the future, let her find someone to take revenge?
He will not underestimate a woman’s capabilities, even if her cultivation is not high.
Especially a woman who looks a bit pretty and likes to pretend to be pitiful. Back then, the people in their city suffered misfortune from such a woman. In the end, he was the only one who survived.
Crawled out from the pile of corpses of the whole city. So, since she has revealed her hatred and killing intent, he wouldn’t mind pre-empting it.
It isn’t the first time that Su Tingyun has seen Liu Feizhou kill someone after a disagreement. She was initially all high and mighty as she stood behind him, but now her heart skips a beat, and the expression on her face has gone a little stiff.
But in the end, Liu Feizhou just raises a hand to pry around the hairline on her face, “Where’s the mask?”
His movements are rude, like he’s trying to peel the skin off her face.
Su Tingyun promptly takes off the mask, revealing her real face now.
Seeing it, Liu Feizhou’s eyes dims. He snorts, tone brimming with disgust, “Ugly is ugly, regardless of age. You better put your mask back on.”
Back then, who was that young woman he saw in the flames? Could it be just his hallucination while at death’s door? Liu Feizhou purses his lips and doesn’t say another word. His eyelashes tremble slightly, and he appears like he has a lot on his mind.
But as soon as he enters the Island with the people of the Obliteration Sword Tower, he is greeted by three children throwing themselves at him, clinging to him like leg pendants.
“Senior sister, who is this outstandingly gallant master?”
Su Tingyun: “…”
She is so afraid that Liu Feizhou would turn hostile, as he just burned someone to death.
Liu Feizhou: “…”
Liu Feizhou is no longer the Liu Feizhou he used to be. He glances sideways at Su Tingyun, “I am her senior brother.”
“Ah, that’s great, I’m her junior brother.” Xiao Budian smiles cheerfully, entirely mischievous, and completely unconcerned about how chaotic this relationship is.
Liu Feizhou also likes to wear white robes. His face is handsome and luxurious like a jade crown, but his facial features are actually the type that’s charmingly evil. Especially the slightly raised outer tail of his eyes, the eyelashes are particularly long, and the corners of his eyes look quite flirtatious when he smiles. This makes the three children look blankly for a while.
The male cultivators in the Obliteration Sword Tower are all rough men, or they are as ruthless as the Little Uncle. Seeing a completely different type this time around, they all become more enthusiastic.
Liu Feizhou takes out three pill bottles with a faint smile and throws one to each child.
The action is still the same as before, and he sends them directly to the ground. But this time he freezes for a moment, and then picks them up again by himself.
“I apologize, my hands are slippery.” saying that, he distributes the three Pill bottles one by one into the hands of Xiao Budian, Wuyou and Wulu.
After ten years apart, everyone has changed, and Liu Feizhou is no exception. A trace of kindness is kept in his heart. He suddenly discovered that this world is not as dark and unjust as he had previously thought. His Master treats him very well, and his senior brothers and sisters also take good care of him. He occasionally thinks of the old woman and the young girl in his past, the pair who opened his sealed heart, dragged him out of the quagmire, made him feel a touch of warmth, and let him see a ray of light.
To the enemy, Liu Feizhou is as brutal as before.
But to his friends, there is tenderness in his eyes.
That’s not it— he had no friends once. But everything has changed now.
Happy Daoist 
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