3: Chapter 3 She is my maid!

Wang Teng's waist remained bent, and the smile on his face froze.

The onlookers around them were also stunned.

What is going on?

Luo Qingyue walked to within three steps of Shen Qingyuan and stopped.

Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, this cold-as-frost Southern Region Number One Prodigy suddenly bowed slightly and offered a salute.

"Young Master."

Her voice was cold, yet carried a hint of subtle tenderness.

Shen Qingyuan remained leaning against the pillar, glanced at her lazily, and gave a casual "Mn."

The whole place was deathly silent!

The whole place was deathly silent!

Everyone's eyes widened, and their jaws were about to drop to the ground!

What is going on?!

Fairy Qingyue took the initiative to salute Shen Qingyuan?!

That playboy who spends all day at Yicui Pavilion?!

Wang Teng was even more struck by lightning; he was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at this scene, his mind blank.

Wait, wait, wait...

How does Fairy Qingyue know this trash? And she even saluted him?!

This is impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

Just then, Luo Qingyue suddenly turned her head, her gaze falling upon him.

That gaze was as cold as frost, without a trace of warmth.

"You just now," her voice was very soft, "wanted to make a move against Young Master?"

Wang Teng nodded subconsciously.

The next instant—Sword light flashed!

Clang—A sharp, peerless sword beam shot across the air, as fast as lightning, piercing straight at Wang Teng!

Wang Teng's pupils constricted; he couldn't react in time!

Puchi—The sword light pierced through his shoulder, bringing up a spray of blood mist!

Wang Teng screamed, flew backward, and slammed heavily onto the ground!

"Fairy!!!"

He clutched his shoulder, his face pale, his eyes filled with disbelief and breakdown, "Wh... why..."

Luo Qingyue sheathed her sword and stood, her white robes fluttering, as cold as an immortal.

She didn't even look at him, only saying indifferently, "To make a move against Young Master, you deserve to die!"

Wang Teng completely broke down.

He lay on the ground, blood streaming from his shoulder, his face full of distortion and unwillingness.

He stared fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his voice trembling:

"He is just trash at the sixth level of Pulse Opening! A playboy who spends all day at Yicui Pavilion!"

"Why does he deserve this?!"

Shen Qingyuan straightened his body slightly, wrapped one arm around Luo Qingyue, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smiled: "Because she is my maid!"

Luo Qingyue's body stiffened, and a blush suddenly appeared on her cold face.

Meanwhile, Shen Quan, watching the shy expression of Luo Qingyue in Shen Qingyuan's arms, had eyes full of disbelief.

No, why do you deserve this?

That's Fairy Qingyue!!

She is the dream lover of every Cultivator in the Southern Region!

Shen Quan: Ninth Uncle, you are amazing!

Wang Teng watched this scene, his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently.

"You... you guys..."

He trembled as he raised his finger to point at Shen Qingyuan, his lips shivering for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Why?

He, Wang Teng, the Wang family's number one Prodigy, seventeen years old at the Peak of Pulse Opening, possessing the Crimson Sun Precious Body, with a future Dharma Aspect to look forward to!

Three years ago, he sought to see Fairy Qingyue but didn't even get a single glance!

And this trash Shen Qingyuan, at the sixth level of Pulse Opening, a playboy who spends all day at Yicui Pavilion, why can he make Fairy Qingyue make a move for him? Why can he make Fairy Qingyue blush in his arms?!

Why?!

The more Wang Teng thought about it, the angrier he became. It felt as if a raging fire was burning in his chest, burning his internal organs until they ached.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood sprayed out, exploding into a blood mist in the air!

Wang Teng rolled his eyes, fell straight backward, and with a "bang," slammed into the ground, passing out completely.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

Several Wang family attendants were so scared that their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, rushing up to pinch his philtrum and pour spiritual energy into him, in a panic.

Shen Qingyuan glanced at Wang Teng lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, but there were no ripples in his eyes.

Just this?

Peak of Pulse Opening, Crimson Sun Precious Body, and this is all the psychological resilience he has?

He withdrew his gaze, put his arm around Luo Qingyue, and turned to leave.

By the side of the street, a low-key yet luxurious carriage was parked quietly.

The coachman had already lifted the door curtain and was waiting to the side, bowing.

Shen Qingyuan let go of Luo Qingyue, stepped onto the carriage shaft, and entered the carriage.

Luo Qingyue followed closely behind, her white robes fluttering, her figure graceful.

Shen Quan stood frozen in place, looked at the unconscious Wang Teng, then looked at Shen Qingyuan who had already boarded the carriage. He suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly clutched his injured chest, and stumbled after them.

The carriage wheels rolled, slowly driving away from this place of trouble.

Inside the carriage, the space was spacious, covered with soft animal skins, and scented with calming sandalwood.

Shen Qingyuan leaned diagonally on the soft cushions, casually picked up a grape and tossed it into his mouth, looking at Luo Qingyue lazily.

"I thought you would kill him directly."

His tone was casual.

Luo Qingyue sat upright to one side, her white robes like snow, her black hair cascading down, her brows and eyes as cold as frost.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice light: "I cannot bring trouble to Young Master."

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.

After a pause, Luo Qingyue suddenly raised her eyes, her cold eyes looking at Shen Qingyuan, a trace of extremely faint... cunning flashing in the depths of her eyes?

"I poisoned him; he won't survive."

Pfft—Beside them, Shen Quan, who was drinking tea to calm his nerves, sprayed all his tea out!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough—"

He choked until his face was red, staring wide-eyed at Luo Qingyue, completely dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Poisoning?!

Fairy Qingyue knows how to poison?!

Is this still the Fairy Qingyue who suppressed all the Prodigies in the Southern Region with her own strength, hailed as the peerless Genius of the Southern Region, rarely seen in a thousand years?

The cold, arrogant Fairy Qingyue who doesn't touch the worldly affairs?

This is too much of a contrast, right?

He secretly glanced at Luo Qingyue, then at Shen Qingyuan, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

What on earth did Ninth Uncle do to Fairy Qingyue to train such a cold Fairy into this?

Poisoning!

That's poisoning!

Shouldn't such a sinister trick only be used by villainous characters?!

Shen Qingyuan's expression remained normal, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, carrying a hint of a smile.

Three years ago, he was signing in at a Secret Realm in the Southern Region and happened to encounter Luo Qingyue being besieged.

At that time, although Luo Qingyue was already in the Huahong Realm, she had been schemed against, poisoned with a strange toxin, her spiritual energy dissipating, and she was on the verge of death.

Shen Qingyuan saved her while he was at it. To be precise, he casually detoxified her and casually gave her a few Medicinal Pills.

Then Luo Qingyue followed by his side.

At first, Shen Qingyuan thought it was troublesome; after all, he was used to being alone for these twenty years.

But this girl, Luo Qingyue, was stubborn.

If he said she didn't need to follow, she would follow from afar; if he said she didn't need to serve, she would silently guard; if he said she didn't need to repay, she would quietly wait.

For three whole years.

From the Southern Region to the Eastern Wasteland, from the Western Desert to the Northern Plains, she just followed like that.

Later, Shen Qingyuan couldn't be bothered to drive her away; if she wanted to follow, let her follow. Anyway, having an extra person to serve tea and water wasn't bad.

He could afford to support her!

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