The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils

  Outside the mountain villa, Murong Yage hesitated for a long time, let out a sigh and stepped inside.

  We have to face everything, and escaping can't solve problems.

  As he entered the backyard of the mountain villa, Ah Ka saw a slender figure in green standing among the flowering trees. Wu Xingyun was pinching a peach blossom that had just come into bloom, and turned around with a smile as bright as a flower to look at him.

  "You're back, Yajiro." She stepped forward and smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve.

  Yahua furrowed her brow, grasped her hand, and after a long while, opened her mouth with a complicated tone: "Xingyun, I..."

  She gently pulled out her hand that he was holding and placed it lightly on his thin lips: "Yage, if it's really inconvenient to say, it's okay not to tell me."

  She has seen his hesitation and entanglement all this time, although she still feels a little uncomfortable that he is hiding something from her, but she also doesn't want there to be any estrangement between the two of them. In fact, what she wants to know more is not his secret, but his attitude. Now that she knows he didn't intentionally hide it from her, but couldn't tell her, she feels much more at ease.

  It's been a long time since he was put in this situation, it's about time someone gave him an opportunity to save face.

  This man, though naturally cold-blooded, is really good to her. Thinking carefully, if he really wanted to deceive her, how could she have known about the things he did? Although nominally she was the second mistress of the Lingyue Palace, in terms of controlling subordinates, she really wasn't as capable as him.

  She doesn't have the way to govern, if she were to manage those people, from start to finish it would only rely on the life and death contract, rather than like Yage, from the initial life and death contract to gradually letting subordinates develop heartfelt loyalty towards them.

  Loyalty obtained through external means will one day lead to an explosion from subordinates.

  "Yun...". Ya Ge murmured his wife's name, finally just stretching out his hand to tightly hug her into his arms.

  From the beginning to now, the two have been together for over 90 years. The feelings between them were never simple love. Childhood siblings, youthful innocence, and adulthood's mutual support and harmony. When he was still hesitating about how to talk to her, she had already made her choice.

  Have to say, this is the best result.

  He would never be able to tell his wife, she was just his mission objective.

  She patted her husband's back and gently pushed him away, "Is everything okay on the side of Yanzikou?" When Mei Jian came to report, she was also there. She didn't care much about Yanzikou, but rather about Fan Seng who had learned the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts but wasn't a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect.

  Xia Ge smiled, "How could he not understand what his wife was really asking? 'I've ruined Ji Moyi's Minor No-Phase Technique.' Then he narrowed his eyes and the elegant smile on his face became a few degrees more dangerous. 'Xing Yun, let's also go to Jianghu for a walk, maybe we'll run into Autumn Water Shifu.'"

  "Good." Wu Xingyun nodded in agreement with his wife.

  Since she no longer dwelled on what her husband had hidden from her, she might as well follow him to see what he wanted to do. Didn't she also have things she couldn't tell him? Taking a step back, everyone would be fine. Moreover, in her opinion, Autumn Water Shizhi was somewhat unreasonable - if Second Master's heart didn't belong to her, then whose did it belong to? Wasn't the one he married still her?

  All these years have been like this, and the one who suffers is still oneself.

  Thinking of this, she once again felt grateful for her good fortune.

  Luckily, the Carefree Sect had an elder brother, and luckily she fell in love with this elder brother at first sight, rather than the second master who all the sisters of the Carefree Sect loved.

  Compared with her senior brother, her second junior brother was indeed looked down upon by her.

  Just calm down and think about it. If the Carefree Sect didn't have Mu Rong Ya Ge as a senior brother, she would probably also develop different feelings towards her only male junior...

  The carefree sect's teachings are there, and Wuyingzi has grown into a jade tree in the wind, with a clear and bright moon.

  Shaking his head, Wu Xingyun couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

  At their age, she's still thinking about these unnecessary things. Yage has her in his heart and he loves her too; it's better for them to continue holding hands and walking together until the day they leave this world arrives.

  Apricot forest, with Wu Xingyun hiding in the dark, Murong Yaguo looked at Duan Yu with a strange expression and occasionally glanced at Wang Yuyan. He changed the plot to drive away Jiumozhi, Duan Yu did not go to Mandala Manor, was it still love at first sight with the fairy sister when they first met in Apricot Forest?

  Wang Yuyan is now dressed as a man!

  Wang Yuyan was rather helpless when faced with Duan Yu's admiration, otherwise how could he explain it to Murong Fu?

  Before Mu Rong Fu left, he entrusted everything to this uncle, and then let others pry open the corner of his backyard wall?

  "Let's go." He turned his head and looked at his wife with a hint of entreaty in his eyes.

  Although the people in the martial arts world don't pay much attention to the distinction between men and women, he is still much older than Wang Yuyan, this little girl, but he looks really too young! Can't let him stop Duan Yu from staring at his fairy sister, haven't seen Ah Zhu and Ah Bi notice these things, the four great ministers also didn't put their attention on this!

  She glanced at him and, with a graceful movement, flew into the arena from the shadows. How could she not respond to her husband's request? Moreover, since they had no children, Mochou Fu was quite fond of Murong Fu, and his fiancée also gained some patience and affection from her.

  Besides, Wang Yuyan is still the granddaughter of Wu Yaozi and Li Qiushui, so she has some connection with her. Even if he doesn't like those two old men, but towards this little girl, he didn't have any bad thoughts.

  "Yuyan, come over here." Wu Xingyun didn't pay attention to the dispute between the beggar gang elder and Feng Bo'e, and directly spoke to Wang Yuyan who was watching the scene.

  "Auntie!" Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up and she hastily stepped lightly to arrive at Wu Xingyun's side.

  If she didn't want to see her brother, why would she go through the trouble of sneaking out of Mandala Manor with Ah Zhu and Ah Bi? But this Xiang Ye was really too much. Clearly, they had just met and weren't even acquaintances yet, and their stances were different, but he still looked at her with that loving gaze!

  A Zhu and A Bi were also like this, they only paid attention to their husband's news, but didn't notice that there was still a Dengluzi!

  "How did you end up running out like this, and wearing such a mismatched outfit?" Wu Xingyun held her hand, subtly shifting her body to block Duan Yu's line of sight. The gentle smile on her elegant face seemed somewhat incongruous with her youthful appearance, which looked less than thirty years old. "Aren't you afraid your mother will worry? And what about Xiao Fu? He came to our house before he left and specifically asked Yage to take care of you two. If something happened to you, wouldn't he be frantic?"

  When she heard Wu Xingyun say that, Wang Yuyan imagined her elegant brother jumping up and down, and couldn't help but let out a "heh" of laughter. She then quickly covered her mouth, her small face flushing bright red.

  "Don't worry, your mother isn't here, no one will say you're not like everyone else's daughter. Besides, you're wearing men's clothes, you should at least show some masculine spirit." Wu Xingyun pulled down her hand and said lightly. She still couldn't understand why Li Qiushui, a martial artist, would raise her daughter Li Qingluo to be like Wang Yuxuan now.

  "Auntie!" Wang Yu Yan's voice was soft and delicate, with a hint of spoiledness. Paired with that masculine outfit, it really did create a sense of contrasting cuteness.

  Patted her hand to comfort her, Wu Xing frowned and looked towards the Beggars' Sect. Among the crowd, the leader was a sturdy man in his thirties with a strong build. He wore a worn-out grey robe, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and on his square face, there were signs of hardship and authority.

  "Are you the leader of the Beggar Clan?" Wu Xingyun asked aloud.

  At this time, the fight between several people in the field had stopped unknowingly. Bao Butong and Feng Bo stood beside Ah Zhu and Ah Bi. Wu Xingyun and others had seen her before and knew her identity in the Murong family. They were even more aware of her martial arts skills. With her here, they didn't have to worry about tonight anymore.

  "Yes, it's me, Qiao Feng." Qiao Feng bowed his head in respect. This young woman looked younger than him, but her cultivation was far above his. If she hadn't landed elegantly on the scene, he wouldn't have noticed her presence at all. To be able to evade his attention, she must not be an ordinary person, which is why he was being so cautious.

  "Mr. Qiao doesn't have to be so polite." Wu Xingyun nodded, "My younger brother is not in Suzhou at the moment, nor has he gone to Luoyang," she said coldly, looking at Bao Butong with a glance that made him break out in cold sweat immediately, "Those things on the rivers and lakes are not done by my Murong family."

  Her husband's surname is Murong, and she still has some sense of identity with the Murong family. As Ya Ge said, if there's something wrong at home, we'll deal with it at home, but when facing outsiders, we must be united!

  The author has something to say: Xiao Feng is a tragic hero, if he wasn't tragic then he wouldn't be him!

  The potato here won't change his fate, as long as the ending isn't a tragedy.