445: Emotionally stable, willing to talk

Progressing so fast! They embraced after just one night!?

How is this possible!?

Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi were simultaneously shocked. Their thoughts were different yet similar, both stunned that they were embracing.

Sitting, Jiang Hanxi quickly stood up, instantly appearing before Xu Chen, her mind connecting with Han Miao.

As Jiang Hanxi’s thoughts stirred, Han Miao transformed into Cold Sword in Xu Chen’s arms and flew back into Jiang Hanxi’s hand.

Xu Chen was momentarily stunned by this, but he didn't make any move.

He just felt a bit regretful that he couldn't hold the small, soft, and fragrant Han Miao anymore.

“Did you… use some kind of trick?”

Jiang Hanxi frowned. She knew Han Miao’s personality; how could she embrace him so quickly!?

“I… just gently tugged on the tuft of hair on her head, and then she fell asleep in my arms.”

Questioned by Jiang Hanxi, Xu Chen inexplicably grew nervous, fearing that Cold Sword’s owner would misunderstand him.

Jiang Hanxi was puzzled. That seemingly silly tuft of hair on Han Miao’s head could make her fall unconscious?

“Will it hit me when it wakes up?”

At this moment, Xu Chen seemed to finally think of the consequences, feeling a bit sheepish, asking with a hint of fear in his heart.

“It probably won’t hit you…”

“That’s good, that’s good…”

Xu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself, but he was quickly choked by Jiang Hanxi’s next sentence.

“It might… want to kill you.”

Jiang Hanxi frowned slightly, her voice cold as she spoke the last sentence, then put away the dim Cold Sword and turned to walk back to Wang Feng.

Xu Chen: …….

At this point, Xu Chen’s hanging heart finally died, and he could start panicking.

“Master, quick, quick, take me in.”

The next second, Xu Chen immediately couldn't take it anymore, transforming into a sword body and whoosh! He flew in front of Wang Feng, his tone extremely anxious.

Wang Feng rolled his eyes at this. He’s really both cowardly and loves to play. You’re going to have a hard time when Han Sanshui wakes up.

Wait! If I’m your hiding place, then won’t Han Sanshui’s trouble be for me!?

At this moment, Wang Feng seemed to finally realize that if Xingchen Sword really hid on him, wouldn't he be the one in trouble!?

“Oh no, my Divine Sea Space seems to be inaccessible.”

Wang Feng glanced at his storage space and Divine Sea Space, letting out a surprised sound, then quickly waved at Xingchen Sword, anxiously saying:

“Quick, quick, you go find a place to hide. I’ll guide you back when my Divine Sea Space is ready!”

“Then Master, you must remember!”

Xu Chen, who had turned back into Xingchen Sword, was too nervous to think much and actually believed Wang Feng’s nonsense, whoosh! He flew far into the sky.

“You’re really bad.”

At this moment, Jiang Hanxi, who had been standing silently beside Wang Feng, seemed to have seen through his thoughts.

“If Husband isn’t bad, Wife won’t love him.”

“When Cold Sword comes looking for me, you’ll have to explain, okay? Then let the two of them play hide-and-seek themselves.”

Wang Feng went over and gently pushed Jiang Hanxi back into the chair, then, by the dim campfire, began to tie her hair with a jade hairpin.

As the campfire in the courtyard gradually extinguished with the rising sun, the lively scene that should have been in the courtyard had long since disappeared.

The next day, at noon.

Jiang Hanxi was comfortably sleeping in Wang Feng’s arms on the bed when a roar suddenly echoed in her mind!

“You perverted sword! I’m going to! Kill! You!! I’ll pull out all those dog hairs of yours!!!”

Jiang Hanxi felt a throbbing headache from the roar in her Divine Sea, and after a frown, she calmly murmured a sentence.

“If you make another sound, I’ll seal your mouth.”

“Perverted…”

Jiang Hanxi’s simple words instantly poured cold water over Han Miao, who was still filled with rage in the Divine Sea Space.

“Master! Let me out.”

Han Miao suppressed the anger in her heart, gritting her teeth and trying her best to make her voice calm before speaking again.

Jiang Hanxi felt quite helpless. With a thought, Cold Sword’s body instantly appeared in the room.

“Xingchen Sword is hiding; it’s not on my Husband. Go find it yourself.”

Jiang Hanxi, holding the sleeping Wang Feng, spoke lazily in her mind to the domineering Cold Sword filled with cold energy in the room.

Cold Sword paused briefly, ready to dart out, but was interrupted by Jiang Hanxi’s next words.

“No destroying the door.”

Jiang Hanxi’s cold, clear voice echoed in Cold Sword’s mind, instantly blocking Cold Sword’s anger once more.

“Hmph!”

Cold Sword let out a big hmph! in its mind towards Jiang Hanxi. This was its last bit of stubbornness.

Finally, suppressing its anger, a furious figure less than one and a half meters tall appeared in the room.

With its fiercely cute, imposing, and arms-crossed demeanor, who wouldn't be intimidated?

Han Miao was fuming, grinding her teeth. She couldn’t lose her temper inside the room.

Otherwise, if she broke anything, Jiang Hanxi would definitely give her a severe scolding.

Han Miao took big strides with her short legs, arms crossed, and walked menacingly towards the door.

Finally… she gently opened the door, then gently closed it after stepping out. Only then did she start to vent her anger.

If people from Blue Star saw this adorable scene of Han Miao, they would definitely say: “Emotionally stable, open to discussion.”

Whoosh!!

As Han Miao transformed into Cold Sword and flew out, it also signaled that Dao Heaven Immortal Abode would experience a great commotion, all to catch a perverted sword!

At the same time, in a luxurious house within Ice Abyss Divine Sect in Hanzhou, the third-tier region of the Immortal Realm.

“Master~… Yue’er doesn’t want to marry…”

Leng Ningyue gently shook her Master’s arm, a pleading expression on her face, attempting to persuade her.

“To be able to form a marriage alliance with the new Saint Son of Supreme God Sect from Tianzhou, the second-tier region of the Immortal Realm.”

“This is your fortune, your opportunity, and the sect’s opportunity. You must seize this chance.”

The middle-aged woman sitting beside Leng Ningyue spoke with a cold voice, causing Leng Ningyue a headache.

Isn’t it just selling the sect’s Saintess for the sect’s benefit?

Leng Ningyue was all too familiar with this kind of plot, and it was being presented so nicely.

Leng Ningyue had met the new Saint Son of Supreme God Sect once; he always had a deadpan expression when greeting people.

Leng Ningyue couldn't even imagine how her life would be if she married him!!!

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to! I don’t want to! Master, Yue’er begs you~, please cancel this marriage…”

Leng Ningyue pouted, wishing she could use all the coquettish charm she had in her life.

“Yue’er! Don’t be absurd! I can agree to other things, but this matter is non-negotiable!”

Leng Ningyue’s Master suddenly stood up, giving her no chance to react, and with a flick of her robe, disappeared from the room.

“It’s over, it’s over, it’s over! I’m going to die! I’m going to become a tool for the sect’s marriage alliance!”

“My chastity, preserved for tens of thousands of years!! And in the end, it’s going to someone I don’t like, boo hoo hoo…”

Leng Ningyue slumped, directly collapsing onto the table, continuously muttering complaints.

When I first ascended to the Immortal Realm, why did I believe that old hag when she said she could ensure my safety!?

My biggest danger now is you!!

Why is my life so bitter~!

Leng Ningyue was truly depressed, constantly complaining in her heart about the sect’s actions of selling her for its own advancement.

I’d rather be soul-searched by the Three Supreme Elders! At least they wouldn’t forcibly twist my will!

No! I must! Run away from the marriage!!

At this moment, an idea popped into Leng Ningyue’s mind as she lay on the table, and this idea grew stronger and stronger.

She would just die… cough, cough, never mind. Compared to dying, she thought she could still try to marry.

But running away from marriage isn’t dying. At worst, if she fails, she’ll be tied up and dragged back for a forced wedding, right!?