Yang Zhen came to Liuyun's retreating valley with beautiful longing, and looked at Liuyun's retreating cave, and stood there on the spot.

The hidden magic array and the spirit gathering array were not activated. Just like when she left, it was just a prototype, and there was no Liuyun in the cave at all.

Yang Zhen walked slowly towards the cave, stood at the entrance of the cave, his heart was thrust into pain, countless watermarks appeared in his mind, and roars appeared inexplicably in his ears, as if the heaven and earth were rotating. She sat down to the ground in dejectedly, her eyes gradually dissipated, and two lines of clear tears slid across her face and dripped to the ground.

A spiritual boat flashed over the valley in the sky. After a while, the spiritual boat turned back and hovered over the valley. One person fell down, but it was Wu Cong.

Wu Cong's realm has six transformations of the Immortal Tribulation. After escaping from Ye Fei the last time, he broke through another level of realm in a short time.

He became a disciple of Yang Wudi, who passed the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Achievement to him, and also used the Blood Coagulation Method to raise his realm to the Sixth Transformation of the Tribulation Immortal in just a few years.

Yang Zhen didn't know Wu Cong's existence, but Wu Cong recognized Yang Zhen and knew that she had the supreme ecstasy physique.

Originally, Wu Cong had some thoughts about Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen was obsessed with Liuyun. He was hidden by Yang Wudi and could not show up, so he never had the chance to get close to Yang Zhen.

This time, he received a message from Yang Wudi to come to this mortal city to meet, but he didn't expect to meet Yang Zhen alone in this wilderness.

"Miss Yang." Wu Cong approached and called softly.

When Yang Zhen heard the sound, he suddenly looked up. Seeing that it was not Liuyun, he lowered his head again, looking at the ground with a blank expression.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you here alone?" Wu Cong squatted down and asked in a gentle voice.

Yang Zhen ignored him, and Wu Cong didn't say anything anymore, just stayed by his side silently.

The sky gradually faded, Wu Cong got up, found some dry firewood around, raised a bonfire next to Yang Zhen, took off his coat and put it on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was still indifferent to all this, without refusing or resisting, and looked at the ground with a blank expression.

Wu Cong sat aside, staring at Yang Zhen, a trace of light flashed in his eyes. He got up and left. Soon, he returned to the bonfire with two washed and peeled rabbits in his hand.

He set up a branch, skewed the hare, and started to grill it. The aroma of the barbecue still failed to attract Yang Zhen's attention. After a hare was roasted, Wu Cong did not send the hare to Yang Zhen, but started to eat it on his own.

"I haven't tasted the food for a long time, it's so fragrant." Wu Cong sighed while smacking his lips.

Yang Zhen finally looked up and looked at Wu Cong, but she still didn't say anything, and her eyes had recovered some clarity.

When Wu Cong saw her looking up, he didn't ask her if she wanted it, and directly tore off a piece of rabbit meat and threw it at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen frowned slightly, but still reached out to take it. However, she didn't eat it, but instead threw the rabbit meat away.

Wu Cong didn't care, and smiled slightly at Yang Zhen, no longer cared about her, and continued to smack her lips on his own.

Yang Zhen glanced at Wu Cong with some disgust. She hated the person who smacked her lips the most. She stood up and walked step by step outside the valley.

Wu Cong waved his hand to put out the bonfire, and then followed Yang Zhen, holding the rabbit meat in one hand, biting it while walking, and then smacking his mouth and eating it very deliciously.

"Get out." Yang Zhen stopped and turned her head. This was the first time she spoke.

"Miss Yang, after all, I am your senior brother, so you can't be so rude to your senior brother." Wu Cong not only did not leave, but instead approached a few steps closer.

"Senior Brother? Who are you?" Wu Cong's words finally attracted Yang Zhen's attention.

"My name is Wu Cong." Wu Cong smiled and approached some again and said, "My master is Yang Wudi."

Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes. She couldn't see through the realm of the person in front of him. She had obviously reached the Tribulation Fairyland. She had never heard of a Tribulation Fairy Senior Brother named Wu Cong in Kunlun Holy Land.

"I don't believe it. When you return to the master, you will know what I said is true." Wu Cong smiled gently on his face.

Yang Zhen turned around and did not ask again. She didn't care about his identity at all and was not in the mood.

Wu Cong still followed him, walking while biting the hare's flesh and smacking his lips.

"Can you not smack your lips?" Yang Zhen stopped again and roared with anger.

"I can't help it. I haven't eaten it for a long time. The taste is so beautiful. Otherwise, if you try it, you will definitely smack your lips." Wu Cong walked to Yang Zhen with a smile, tear off a piece of roasted rabbit meat and sent it to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen didn't answer, turned around again, speeding up his pace.

Wu Cong's realm is much higher than hers, and she can't get rid of him at all.

"You try it, I don't believe that you won't slap your lips after you taste it. If you want to taste it, I will slap yourself." Wu Cong flashed and blocked Yang Zhen.

When Yang Zhen heard him say this, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He took a piece of rabbit meat and sent it into his mouth, chewed it gently without making any sound.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Wu Cong slapped himself neatly.

"If you eat this big piece, don't you slap your lips, I will slap myself ten times." Wu Cong looked extremely serious and gave out a large piece of roast rabbit meat again.

Yang Zhen simply took it, chewed it gently bit by bit, and soon ate all the big piece of roasted rabbit meat, but there was no sound.

"Ba, ba, ba..." The slaps kept coming. After Wu Cong slapped himself ten times, half of his face became swollen.

He did not use his spiritual power to resist, and he did not stop his strength when fanning. He was just to make Yang Zhen happy, so how could he play fake moves?

"Puchi." Yang Zhen actually laughed when he saw Wu Cong who had swollen half his face.

"It turns out to be a beautiful woman, it's just different. I thought everyone would smack their lips when eating delicious barbecue. Alas, I was wrong." Wu Cong sighed, his face full of bitterness.

Yang Zhen was amused by Wu Cong and seemed to be a little open, but when she turned to look at the valley where Liuyun was in seclusion, there was another mist in her eyes.

"Miss Yang has something to do?" Wu Cong and Yang Zhen walked side by side, asking in a gentle tone.

"You have to care." Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at Wu Cong, turned around, stepped up in the air, and flew away.

"Miss Yang looks like a fairy adjoining the mortal world, it's so beautiful." Wu Cong's voice sounded in Yang Zhen's ears.

Yang Zhen ignored him and headed towards the mortal city. Wu Cong kept following her and made a praising statement from time to time.

"Yang Zhen, where have you been? The Eighth Uncle is looking for you?" Yang Qiu saw Yang Zhen's figure from afar and waved to greet him. When he saw Wu Cong who was following Yang Zhen, he frowned and asked, "Who is he?"

Yang Zhen ignored Yang Qiu and went straight to Yang Kang's residence. Wu Cong smiled slightly at Yang Qiu, and was still following Yang Zhen.
Chapter completed!