Chapter 35

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

But I found my throat was dry and I couldn’t make a sound for a while.

And Song Zhi also calmed his mind.

He held Lin Yunqing’s hand, but was reluctant to let go… (ahem:o)

Xiaoshui jumped into Lin Yunqing’s arms with a “whoosh”.

He separated the two and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.

While she was still whimpering, Lin Yunqing also smiled and touched Xiaoshui’s head.

She coaxed softly, “Little Shui, be good. Sister is here.”

Song only saw this scene.

I felt inexplicably irritated.

He frowned unconsciously.

He secretly activated the spiritual power in his hands.

A gentle but irresistible force instantly pulled Xiaoshui away from Lin Yunqing’s arms.

Xiaoshui struggled in the air, baring his teeth at Song Zhi.

Lin Yunqing shouted hurriedly upon seeing this.

“What are you doing? Give Xiaoshui back to me!”

Song Zhi ignored her and said coldly, “How did you get here?”

“Uh… I walked here with my legs.”

Lin Yunqing answered weakly.

She blinked her peach blossom eyes and looked at him with pity.

This guy is actually better looking than Gao Zihuan.

It’s a pity that he has a bad brain.

“……”

I was speechless for a moment.

“Do you know that there are Nascent Soul stage spirit beasts everywhere around here? How did a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage get here safely?”

Lin Yunqing heard this.

His eyes suddenly widened, his face full of shock.

“What…what? Nascent Soul stage? I…I really don’t know. I was just walking along a path, and then…”

Thinking of how she and Xiaoshui had just walked in openly.

He may have been to the gates of hell again and again and is still scared.

Song just looked at Lin Yunqing trembling.

The irritability in my heart became even worse.

As soon as he stepped into the secret realm, he could already feel that the demonic energy was very strong and it was definitely not a small thing.

I’m afraid the demon world really wants to make a comeback.

This time it is an experience in a secret realm, and all of them are disciples from the righteous sects.

The power of the demon world might have already infiltrated…

I must inform all sects and schools when I return, and liquidate the demon world’s undercover agents.

With this in mind, there is no need to keep it secret.

Anyway, everyone will know once they get out of the secret realm.

He stared into her clear eyes.

Gripping the clear sword at the waist.

“A demonic cultivator sneaked into this secret realm. I followed him all the way, and when I got here, the demonic energy disappeared.”

When Lin Yunqing heard this, the shock on his face became more intense.

Her little mouth was slightly open and couldn’t close for a long time.

She calmed down.

The stern face looked as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe.

The deep eyes seem to hide endless cold stars.

Under the high nose bridge, thin lips are tightly pursed.

There is a sense of alienation that keeps people at a distance.

Lin Yunqing’s mind suddenly flashed through the author’s description in the book.

It is the “Jade-faced Iceberg” for sure.

Then, her gaze slowly moved downwards.

It fell on the sword on Song Zhi’s waist.

The scabbard is simple and exudes a hint of coolness.

It is engraved with——Qinglin Sword!

The person in front of you is none other than Xuanqing Zhenjun, the white moonlight of the righteous path.

Seeing her speechless and shocked.

I was even more suspicious.

He instantly moved closer to Lin Yunqing.

The Qinglin sword in his hand was pressed against her slender white neck.

The cold blade contrasted sharply with the warm skin.

Lin Yunqing trembled slightly.

He leaned forward slightly.

It was so close that he could feel Lin Yunqing’s rapid breathing on his cheeks.

The warm breath has a faint scent of peach blossoms.

His breathing also became disordered.

Song Zhi’s eyes suddenly darkened.

“Speak!”

At this moment, he didn’t know what she could do if she was a demon cultivator…

Seeing this, Xiaoshui on the side screamed anxiously.

Wanted to rush over to protect Lin Yunqing.

But he was afraid of the Qinglin sword in Song Zhi’s hand.

He could only pace back and forth, staring at Song Zhi angrily and helplessly.

A low growl continued to come out of his mouth.