Martial Godly Emperor

A white-clothed senior brother questioned with a sullen expression.

"That's right, I was in the midst of meditating just a moment ago. I nearly went berserk!"

"I came back from a mission outside and was extremely sleepy. I woke up from my sleep! I can't sleep again! "

The others also echoed in agreement.

Just then, the Senior Sister Leng Yan, Xia Ting, who was standing by the side of the Peach Blossom Forest, looked over with pursed lips.

Meng Yu recognized these people, the leader was this white clothed senior brother called Zhu Dong, a Cultivation Level disciple with Second Level of Fetal Origin Stage. Amongst the dozen or so core disciples around him, he regarded himself as a leader, acting very arrogantly in his usual state.

Hearing their words, Meng Yu finally realised that his artifact forging just now had affected everyone's cultivation.

He immediately cupped his fists and said apologetically to everyone, "Junior Brother was refining just now and disturbed everyone. I am truly sorry. If I am to forge a weapon in the future, it will definitely be placed in the daytime! "

"Humph, you should pay more attention in the future. You know that you are not the only core disciple in this East Peak." If there's a next time, I won't let you off so easily. "

Zhu Dong said loftily as he flicked his sleeves and left.

The other disciples also left while swearing.

Before he left, he looked over at the Peach Blossom Forest. Seeing Xia Ting walking towards Meng Yu, his expression immediately became strange.

He had a favorable impression of this Junior Sister, but he had no way to get close to her.

He had also heard that although this Junior Sister Xia had a cold personality, she took this Junior Martial Brother Meng quite seriously. Thinking of this, Zhu Dong felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

The young girl leisurely arrived and asked, "Are you refining?"

Meng Yu was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes."

"What kind of magical equipment was refined?"

Xia Ting was obviously very curious.

"It's nothing. It's just a sword."

"Can you let me have a look?"

"This …"

Meng Yu was troubled.

He had said it was a sword, but was it really a sword? How could there be such an ugly sword in this world?

How could this be shown to Senior Sister?

"I'm sleeping. You woke me up, so hurry up and let me have a look."

Xia Ting extended her white and tender hands out to look at the sword.

"I am truly afraid that it will be difficult for me to enter senior sister's eyes."

Meng Yu looked around and only saw the two of them, then he took out the sword from the Storage Bag and handed it over to the young lady.

Xia Ting took the strange looking black dagger, and his expression immediately became extremely strange.

He first pursed his lips, then he covered his stomach.

"This … this is a sword?" Are you sure this thing you refined is really a sword? "

"Why do I look like a poker?"

The girl couldn't stand it any longer and giggled.

"Genius! Junior Brother is truly a genius artificer with extraordinary Condensing Element Sect!"

"This weapons crafting genius has refined a rod of fire."

"From what I see, this fire stave is definitely extraordinary. It can definitely slay the sun, moon, and stars, and can even slay numerous heavenly gods and devils."

The young girl raised the 'poker' high into the air. She looked at it before putting it down, laughing until the petals trembled.

"Damn it!"

Meng Yu blushed all the way down to his neck.

"Return the sword to me."

Meng Yu reached out for the sword.

"Nope."

The young girl was still smiling. "I want to show this sword to my juniors."

"Give it back to me."

"Just not giving."

As the girl spoke, she held onto the 'poker' and shouted, "I want this sword. If you offend me in the future, I'll take it out and laugh at you."

"That sword is mine! "You are shameless and dared to steal my things."

Xia Ting retreated a few steps and then gave chase.

"I said no."

The young lady let out a burst of bell-like laughter, raised the fire poker high up, and started using < Lotus Blooming Step by Step > to escape towards the Peach Blossom Forest.

"Senior Sister, you can't do this, it's too despicable! "Thief!"

Meng Yu's eyes were already red! He quickly activated the Floating Shadow Gait and chased after the beautiful figure.

The young girl smiled very happily. Her brilliant smile, illuminated by the morning glow, was extremely beautiful.

If someone saw it, they would definitely be suspicious, and Xia Ting would also laugh? Hadn't she always been cold?

The two of them chased after one another into the Peach Blossom Forest.

Xia Ting's footwork was not as fast as Meng Yu's, and after a while, Meng Yu caught up.

"Junior Brother, you are truly a genius. You even managed to refine a Burning Fire Rod. I will definitely show it to Su Yuyan and Cai Jiaojiao today."

"Hmph, Senior Sister is a thief." Return my sword! "

The two chatted as they chased each other.

Meng Yu held onto the girl's hand, wanting to grab onto the poker in her hand. The girl giggled, and tried her best to raise that thing up high.

Meng Yu could not reach it.

When he used his strength, Xia Ting was suddenly pulled into his embrace.

Subconsciously hugging that soft body, Meng Yu blanked out for a moment as he felt the girl's smooth and silky skin.

Xia Ting was also stunned.

The Peach Blossom Forest was very beautiful, with many pink red petals hanging on the tree, and some flying in the wind. There was a scent of flowers in the air.

This time, it was completely different from when Meng Yu hugged the girl in the Demonic Beast mountain range.

At that time, it was all because of the circumstances. Meng Yu saved her.

But this time, there was something different.

Both of them felt it.

As for what was different, they weren't too sure.

The two of them looked at each other, their gazes locked, as if time and space had frozen at this moment.

Both of their faces were as red as peach blossoms.

After a long while, Meng Yu finally let go of Xia Ting who was in his embrace, and stuttered, "Sorry, I, I didn't do it on purpose."

Xia Ting smoothed out a few strands of her hair that had been blown away by the wind, looked at Meng Yu, and pouted. Her smile immediately disappeared, and her expression became ice cold once again. She then twisted her waist and headed in the direction of the cave.

Meng Yu took a few steps forward, and loudly shouted, "Senior Sister, I really didn't mean to molest you."

He knew that the young girl had an arrogant temperament, and hated vulgar men the most.

But just now, he really didn't do it on purpose.

Senior Sister had helped him before, and so had himself. Meng Yu didn't want to lose this friendship.

Xia Ting did not turn back from beginning to end.

Her graceful and elegant body moved through the Peach Blossom Forest like a fairy descending to the mortal world, beautiful enough to be painted on.

Was she blaming herself for being a lecher?

Meng Yu felt very wronged.

He stood there, watching as the petals fell and the girl finally disappeared before his eyes.

He suddenly felt that he was getting closer to Xia Ting, but in his dazed state, he also felt that the girl was too far away to be touched.

What the couple didn't know was that their unintentional intimacy just now was noticed by someone from afar.

Zhu Dong's eyes reddened, "In broad daylight, they actually cuddled and hugged each other like this, what kind of logic is that!"

"This Meng Yu just moved here and he caused so much trouble. I need to think of a way to chase him away!"

Xia Ting returned to his own cave, breathing rapidly.

"I must have made a mistake."

Xia Ting said softly.

"Why do I always want to talk to Junior Brother these past few days? If you're fine, why would you suddenly think of him? "

"Why did he hug me like that just now? Do you want to disrespect me? "

"What is he thinking about? He, he … he … to me? "

Thinking of that moment, the young girl's heart began to pound noisily.

When he was being embraced by the young man just now, Xia Ting suddenly realized that the young man's shoulders were so broad and warm.

She wanted to lie there quietly and smell his scent. She wanted to watch those flying flowers fall from the sky, to stop thinking about that nightmare, and to stop thinking about the debt of blood she owed.

"I don't like him. He couldn't have liked me either. " The young girl muttered as if she was emphasizing something.

"He likes Junior Sister Yaner. They are only a couple, and they can talk about anything. I'm very envious of them. "

The young girl sitting on the chair rested her hand on her cheek. There was a little confusion in her eyes.

After a long time.

"The poker he made is so ugly."

The young girl took out the strange pitch-black rod. As she looked at it with a gentle gaze, she burst out into laughter.

She always found little amusement in the blandness.