readytorunbook Chapter 120 The eldest sister kidnapped the demon king
Chapter 120 The eldest sister kidnapped the demon king
The fierce palm wind blew up the strands of hair on her temples. Mingnan suddenly ducked and dodged nimbly.
Wei Zhuyun's eyes flashed, and he swept his palm across, heading straight for Mingnan's throat.
Mingnan misstepped and grabbed Wei Zhuyun's arm with a "snap".
She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, "There are too many people here, let's go to another place."
Then she let go of Wei Zhuyun's hand, tapped her toes, jumped up, flew onto the eaves across the street, and then floated down.
Wei Zhuyun immediately took a deep breath and chased after him.
There are always more frictions where there are many monks. It is normal for people to pick a fight when they see someone they don't like while walking on the street. So everyone looks as if it's nothing strange and they just look away and then look away.
Mingnan and Wei Zhuyun exchanged four or five moves in the air. Neither of them used spiritual power or demonic energy. They relied entirely on light skills and external skills in close combat with bare hands.
The sleeves and ribbons of the two people were entangled together, inseparable.
Until the attack failed and both of them fell to the ground.
There was a hint of surprise and barely perceptible admiration in Wei Zhuyun's eyes when he looked at Mingnan.
Nowadays, most immortal practitioners rely on spiritual energy for training, drawing spiritual energy into their bodies and transforming it into spiritual power. They also mobilize spiritual power when fighting and rarely engage in close combat.
Therefore, the major sects rarely have disciples who train their physical fitness and practice external martial arts techniques.
Not to mention someone as agile and nimble as Mingnan, whose moves were crisp and neat, all aimed at the vital points, with no unnecessary movements.
Wei Zhuyun was a little bit disrespectful at first, but now his attitude has completely changed and his expression has become serious.
The two men landed in a narrow and remote alley where no one passed by, which was enough time for them to show their skills.
After looking at each other for a moment, both of them saw the burning desire to fight in each other's eyes.
Mingnan smiled slightly, "Yun Zhu, do you have any other skills?"
Wei Zhuyun raised his eyebrow, "I'm afraid you can't handle it."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
"That's offending."
Before he finished speaking, a willow leaf slowly fell between the two of them. They both moved at the same time, trying to grab the willow leaf!
The two hands, one big and one small, separated as soon as they touched each other. The willow leaf paused, then slowly fell from between their fingers. Mingnan stretched out his other hand first, but Wei Zhuyun kicked it across swiftly. Mingnan dodged by flipping backwards, and the willow leaf fell into Wei Zhuyun's hand.
He twisted the willow leaf and held it up, smiling at Mingnan, his eyes full of provocation.
Mingnan stepped forward quickly and kicked his wrist with his long legs.
Wei Zhuyun immediately withdrew his hand, and Mingnan's flying skirt gently brushed his fingertips.
Mingnan did not stop. She took advantage of the situation and spun around in the air. Then she moved as fast as lightning and pulled out the hairpin on his head when he was not prepared.
Wei Zhuyun's long hair fell down, and the sunlight shone obliquely, passing through his fine hair and falling on his mask, making the red fox pattern even more seductive.
After he stood still and looked up, he saw Mingnan holding the pink jade hairpin between two fingers and waving it at him.
Wei Zhuyun chuckled and attacked again.
Two figures, one blue and one white, entangled together, like two flowers blooming in the wind, dazzling to the eye.
205: [Enough, stop fighting, stop fighting~]
Mingnan shuddered at the sound of the Taiwanese accent it made. Wei Zhuyun seized this brief opportunity, grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, lowered his eyes to look at her profile, and said softly, "You lose."
Mingnan: "..."
205: [!!! Host, I didn’t do that on purpose!]
Mingnan gritted his teeth.
I am not afraid of god-like opponents, but I am afraid of pig-like opponents.
【2, 0, 5! 】
Hearing her murderous tone, 205 said in a serious and emotionless manner: [Hello, the system you called is busy. Please call again later. Ababa, Ababababa…]
What the hell is Ababa? Did you forget the lyrics?
Mingnan made it laugh out of anger.
But she really couldn't laugh at this scene.
She just acted so big with Yun Zhu, but then she got slapped in the face. Doesn't she have any dignity?
Mingnan's mind raced as Wei Zhuyun leaned over to her ear and asked jokingly with a smile, "Are your fists powerful?"
Mingnan said seriously with a stern face: "It was an accident just now. Let me go and let's do it again."
"What if I lose again?"
Mingnan: "..."
good question.
She gritted her teeth and argued with red ears, "That's because I saw that your injury hadn't healed yet, so I let you go. Otherwise, you would definitely not be my opponent."
Wei Zhuyun was amused by her stubborn attitude towards face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation on his wrist.
He looked down and saw that two purple ropes of light had loosely bound his wrists together. But every time he moved, the ropes tightened a little, and the feeling of the electric current running through him became more distinct.
He let go of Mingnan's hand and raised his hands in front of her, "What does this mean?"
Mingnan tapped his wrist and smiled, "All's fair in war. You didn't say I can't use spiritual power, right?"
Wei Zhuyun thought about it carefully and realized that he really didn't say it.
They started fighting as soon as they had a disagreement, how could they have discussed it in advance?
"Okay, your injury hasn't healed yet, so stop thinking about fighting all day long. Come on, Senior Sister, I have money now. I'll take you to a restaurant."
Mingnan thought about it and released one of his hands. The other hand was still wrapped around the rope made of her spiritual power. She tied the other end to her wrist, put two fingers together and wiped it lightly, and the rope became transparent. No one could see it except the two of them.
"What is this?" Wei Zhuyun shook his right hand, and Mingnan's left hand also shook.
"There are too many people, I'm afraid you'll get lost."
Mingnan pulled him forward with confidence.
Wei Zhuyun smiled, "Then you are quite considerate."
"Thank you for the compliment." Mingnan tilted his head and bowed to him.
Wei Zhuyun: "..."
It’s not true that I’m afraid of him getting lost; it’s true that I’m afraid of him running away halfway.
When Mingnan turned around, he lowered his eyes to look at his empty wrist and narrowed his eyes slightly.
She didn't ask about her origins, but she wouldn't let herself leave.
This thought is becoming more and more difficult to understand.
……
When they arrived at the restaurant, Mingnan, with his wealth, asked for a private room and walked in with Wei Zhuyun.
Wei Zhuyun made himself at ease since he had arrived, and sat down leisurely in the upper seat.
Mingnan didn't sit down, but walked behind him.
She reached out and scooped up a handful of his black hair. Without even turning his head, Wei Zhuyun held her wrist and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Mingnan took out a pink jade hairpin with his other hand and handed it to him, "Here."
Wei Zhuyun reacted immediately, took the hairpin, and let go of Mingnan's hand.
Mingnan held his long hair, smoothed it out gently, and then tied it into a half bun. He stretched out his hand and Wei Zhuyun put the hairpin on it.
The waiter came in to serve the two people. He was stunned when he saw this scene, and then said enviously: "You two have such a good relationship."
Mingnan did not deny it. She inserted the hairpin and twisted it to secure the bun. She gently patted Wei Zhuyun's head and asked the waiter, "Take a look. How is it?"
The waiter gave a thumbs up and said sincerely: "The fairy's craftsmanship is excellent!"
Wei Zhuyun picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, his eyes fell on the waiter's face, the waiter immediately smiled at him, and the two exchanged glances without saying a word.