Immortal Sovereign of Ninth Heavens/C19 Suffused Murderous Intent
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C19 Suffused Murderous Intent

Not knowing each other, not wanting to see each other again! The arrival of the Moon of the South also meant that Ning Qianyu was about to leave.

In Mo Li's heart, there shouldn't be any unwillingness to part. The two of them had merely met by chance, and Mo Li had accidentally saved Ning Qianyu in such a coincidental manner. Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the essence was extremely simple.

However, when he looked at the woman beside him who was as cold as frost, an inexplicable feeling of melancholy assaulted his heart.

After they looked at each other for a long time, Ning Qianyu saw that the youth didn't seem to have the intention of speaking first. Her red lips slightly parted, "No matter what, thank you for saving me!"

"No need, I'm just passing by!" Mo Li rubbed his nose and shrugged his shoulders.

Ning Qianyu looked at the man she had been with for the past seven to eight days, and her nose turned sour for some unknown reason.

Although it was a misunderstanding in the beginning, Ning Qianyu had to admit that she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation during the few days she was with Mo Li. It was not that his heart was moved, but he was somewhat used to the occasional bickering and the appropriate silence these days.

"Can you give me a hug?" Only the heavens knew why Ning Qianyu said that. Mo Li didn't react in time.

When the cool breeze blew into the forest and caressed Ning Qianyu's black hair, Mo Li saw that she was still as calm and indifferent as ever. It was only then that he realized she wasn't joking.

"Of course, such a great beauty is what I wish for!" Mo Li squinted his eyes and smiled evilly as he reached out his hands.

With just the right amount of strength, a soft fragrance entered Mo Li's chest. He sniffed Ning Qianyu's hair, but there wasn't a single trace of distracting thoughts in his heart.

However, the eyes of Nan Poyue, who had walked over from not too far away and wanted to urge Ning Qianyu, were so dazzling!

"Crack crack crack …" His fists clenched so tightly that 'ka ka ka' sounds rang out, and his face was no longer as relaxed as it usually was. The dense killing intent caused the surrounding air to suddenly turn cold.

"Young Master Nan …" The three lackeys had walked over at an unknown time, and when they saw the two people who were hugging not far away, their eyes couldn't help but be filled with rage. She was a woman that Young Master Nan had long recognized!

Nan Poyue took a deep breath, and coldly swept a glance at the hawk-nosed youth. "You will stay. Do you know what to do?"

The hook-nosed youth nodded heavily. "Don't worry, young master Nan. I understand!"

The hug was over, and at the same time, Nan Pingyue walked out, "Qianyu, it's time to go!"

Nodding indifferently, Ning Qianyu turned around and walked off into the distance. From beginning to end, she didn't even look back once.

"Mo Li?" His voice was very light. Although a smile was hung on his face, there was no attempt to conceal the contempt he held for Mo Li between his brows.

Even though he couldn't recover his battle qi for a while, it didn't mean that Mo Li's perception had disappeared at the same time. Earlier, he clearly felt that someone was watching him, and now, it seemed like it was most likely South Cleaving Moon. Even a blind person would be able to tell that Nan Po Yue was interested in Ning Qianyu. She was able to maintain a warm smile on her face when she saw the two of them hugging each other, or she was extremely magnanimous, or she was completely hypocritical.

In comparison, Mo Li believed in the latter!

When he thought back to the killing intent that Nan Po Yue had displayed towards him, Mo Li could not be bothered to feign ignorance anymore. With a cold and emotionless voice, he asked, "What advice do you have?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you …" Some things are not for you to hope for. You can just walk whatever you want to, and stop thinking about things that have nothing to do with your own identity, understand? "Nan Poyue's condescending gaze held a hint of superiority:" I am very grateful to you for saving my Junior Sister; after all, my Junior Sister is a woman that I have liked for many years, and is destined to be my partner for the rest of my life. If you have the chance to come to the Cloud Pursuing Pavilion, even if you cannot cultivate, doing something else would be better than wandering around outside, wouldn't it? "

Just as Mo Li was about to open his mouth, Nan Po Yue spoke again, "Qian Yu and I are getting engaged soon. If there is a chance, I hope that you can come visit us at that time, but it doesn't matter if you can't come. Qian Yu's identity is there, so no one can see her easily!"

After Nan Pingyue finished speaking, he didn't linger any longer. He gave Mo Li a meaningful look before turning around and chasing Ning Qianyu, leaving Mo Li standing at his original position. Although the expression on his face didn't change, his pitch-black pupils were even more profound.

When Nan Pingyue and his men left, the Flying Swallow Mercenary Group decided to return to Heaven Lake Town. However, Mo Li asked to leave at this moment.

Fishy bit her lips as she looked at Mo Li, her face filled with reluctance. "Big Brother Mo Li, are you really not coming with us?"

"No need! I came here to look for medicinal herbs, so how can I return empty-handed! " Mo Li looked at Little Fishy and smiled.

"Brother Mo Li, Tian Luo Forest is filled with danger, why don't you …" Yan Qi did not continue halfway through his words. In his opinion, Mo Li, an unskilled martial artist, was courting death by walking alone in the Tian Luo Forest.

"There's really no need for that. Everyone, don't worry about me. Hurry up, otherwise I'm afraid we'll have to spend the night in the Tian Luo Forest again!" Mo Li smiled as he patted Yan Qi's shoulder.

"Alright, Brother Mo Li, be careful!" Although he was grateful for Mo Li's saving his life, Yan San didn't like being forced. Moreover, he saw determination in Mo Li's eyes and knew that even if he continued, he wouldn't let him change his mind.

"Let's go, otherwise we won't be able to make it back before nightfall!" Meng Zimo didn't even look at Mo Li as he walked towards the direction of Heaven Lake Town. Nan Po Yue's appearance was a huge blow to him, and at the same time, he had lost his fantasies of Ning Qianyu. However, this did not prevent him from looking down on others with dejection. In his eyes, he was at least stronger than Mo Li, this martial arts teacher who had no fighting power.

"Big brother Mo Li, this is for you. I made it up for myself!" Little Fishy's eyes were bloodshot as she took out a small jade bottle and handed it over to Mo Li.

The material of the jade bottle was somewhat rough, but when Mo Li held it in his hand, he could feel waves of warmth.

What a nice little girl!

Mo Li smiled warmly at Little Fishy, "When we meet again, I'll teach you the art of acupuncture!"

"Really?" Little Fishy's eyes lit up.

"It's true!" Mo Li nodded solemnly.

"Pull the hook!"

"Alright, pinky swear!"

Two fingers hooked together, and Little Fishy never dreamed that a bottle of inferior Golden Sore Medicine that she couldn't produce anything good would change her life forever.

After everyone had left, the forest returned to its previous tranquil state.

Mo Li wasn't in a hurry to move his feet. He raised his head and looked up at the sunlight that poured through the gaps between the treetops. A faint curve appeared on his lips.

"Come out!" As the sound of his voice faded, traces of killing intent filled the air.

"I didn't expect you to find me. It seems that you are no ordinary martial artist!" The hawk-nosed man appeared from behind a large tree twenty meters away, walking closer and closer to Mo Li.

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