Yang Yue became even more angry.

"Your father doesn't even believe what you said. You are lying!"

Yang Jiyuan scolded.

"Believe it or not!"

Yang Yue stamped her feet angrily, pulled Su Xuan up and walked towards her yard.

"You..." Yang Jiyuan's face turned red.

"Anyway, I don't agree. Unless I die, you can never be together!"

Facing his only precious daughter, Yang Jiyuan could not have the demeanor of a master of the hospital.

"Go to hell!"

Yang Yue cursed angrily and slammed the door.

Yang Jiyuan almost burst into tears.

"Young pretty boy, I and you have nothing to do with each other!"

Yang Jiyuan couldn't help roaring.

Su Xuan, who walked into the small courtyard, suddenly laughed when he heard the roar outside.

"dare you laugh!"

Yang Yue gave Su Xuan a hard look.

"Do you want me to cry?"

Yang Yue hesitated for a moment, then said angrily: "If it weren't for Senior Sister Wen, I wouldn't care about your life or death.

Be honest with me, otherwise I won't be polite!"

"Didn't you go to practice? If you came back now, wouldn't you care about me?"

Su Xuan suddenly said, thinking of this.

Yang Yue's graceful body trembled, and a trace of shame and anger clearly flashed in her eyes.

"You care about your shit!"

Yang Yue glared at Su Xuan fiercely, turned around and left.

Su Xuan laughed out loud when he looked at the cold and charming figure twisting her charming waist and looking extremely arrogant.

At least...there is still something cute about this cold girl.

Su Xuan didn't leave either. He had every reason to think that Yang Jiyuan's disrespectful old bastard was blocking him outside.

night.

The bright moon is dim.

Su Xuan was sitting cross-legged in Yang Yue's small courtyard.

His expression was peaceful, silently attracting Mo Feng's luck.

During this period, Su Xuan was imprinting his own luck into Mo Feng's luck all the time.

This will be a long time, and Su Xuan needs some patience.

And in order to prevent the monks from the Fifth Academy from discovering that although the Mo Feng luck he inhaled was terrifying, it consumed all his energy.

However, even if this was the case, Su Xuan could only barely control it within ten feet.

In this area, it is easy for people to notice.

Outside this area, even the titled Spiritual Emperor cannot detect it.

Insects and birds chirp.

Yang Yue has been a little irritable recently and cannot calm down to carve the mark of the phoenix. Naturally, absorbing the luck of the Mo phoenix is ​​not as expected.

And she knew that her stubborn father seemed to have made a huge gamble.

This is also stressful for her.

Despite her unforgiving words, she still cares deeply about Yang Jiyuan, who raised her alone.

"Sigh... my cultivation is still too bad..." Yang Yue shook her head, wanting to stop engraving and calm down to think about it.

But just at this moment.

Yang Yue's eyes widened suddenly, and she felt a trace of Mo Feng's luck continuously penetrate into her body.

"what happened?"

She looked shocked.

She has never felt such a concentration of Mo Feng's luck.

Yang Yue thought she had an epiphany.

She didn't have time to think about it.

Mo Feng Luck... can also speed up the engraving of the Phoenix Mark.

The two complement each other! Yang Yue hurriedly closed her eyes and began to digest this luck. The phoenix mark on her body was even more like a divine help! She didn't know that outside at this moment, the luck flowing out of Su Xuan was flowing in a steady stream.

into her body.

At this moment, Su Xuan's body was faintly flashing with fluorescence.
Chapter completed!