"We don't know what Yu looks like, so how can we identify him?"
This is a crucial question. The scholar's words were like a wake-up call, and the surroundings fell silent. She sat down as well, picked up the meatball, and put it in her mouth. Before she could even chew, she heard someone clap their hands.
"Since Tianlongmen is a Taoist temple, Yu Moumou must wear a Taoist robe."
Her heart sank, and she held her breath.
"A woman dressed in a Taoist robe."
She remained motionless.
"A wounded young master of white jade stands beside me."
The "white jade" smiled and nodded.
"Also accompanied by a pair of demon servants, one big and one small, with golden hair and dark blue eyes."
The father and daughter who were called out stared blankly at the legendary "master".
"You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly." In crucial moments, the eloquent scholar is indispensable.
"Yu Moumou! Where do you think you're going!"
Yu Zigui stared wide-eyed in horror, not at the menacing faces of the crowd, but at an inconspicuous meatball.
She choked—
"Cough...cough..."
Although she had swallowed the meatball, she still felt a lump in her throat. Dinner was a bit salty, and she really wanted to drink some water, but she was tied up like a dumpling, and even moving a little took a lot of effort.
Oh, I really shouldn't have gone down the mountain.
The moon outside the small window shone like a drawn bow; the night was already deep.
"Young master."
"Young Master Shangguan."
There was more than one chivalrous hero guarding her.
"Young master, please wait!"
"The person being held here is that Yu Moumou," someone cautiously reminded, fearing that another easy target would fall into the tiger's den.
"I understand." The footsteps of someone leaning on a cane were easily recognizable.
"Young Master!" As if afraid he was bewitched, several people shouted in unison.
"It's all a misunderstanding. Zigui would never harm me." Her voice was soft, like a light stroke of ink, outlining a vague and elusive affection.
She sighed helplessly, almost able to guess what the person outside was thinking.
"We know that you are kind-hearted and think everyone is good, but this female demon is incredibly audacious. You must not share a room with her again!"
That was a polite way of putting it; the more explicit part was yet to come.
"When you're always in the world of martial arts, you're bound to lose your virginity. Young master, don't be so womanly and get your heart set on this vixen."
The evil spirit harmed her, and she deeply regretted her actions.
"I will be eternally grateful for your kindness. Please do me a favor tonight."
After this statement was made, no one objected.
"Please, young master."
Opening and closing doors requires no intervention from the "sugar daddy"; the world of business is never short of shrewd and pragmatic individuals.
She lay on the ground, glancing sideways at Shangguan Yi as he slowly approached.
They suffered the same fate, so why were his robes spotless while she was curled up on the ground like a green caterpillar?
With her gracefully slender fingers, she peeled away the yellow paper pasted on her forehead.
"What's this?"
With a smile in his eyes, he asked a question he already knew the answer to.
"The demon-subduing incantation of the Celestial Masters sect." She stared at the cinnabar talisman, wishing she could stare a hole through it.
A bunch of amateurs, the real genius is right here, you've all stuck with the wrong person!
A faint laugh drifted through the dim light of the night, prompting her to snap, "Shut up!"
His handsome eyebrows were slightly raised.
"If you don't want the rumors to spread like wildfire the next day that 'Young Master Shangguan and Ms. Yu are having another romantic encounter,' you'd better shut up. People outside are practically growing ears in the door."
"It must be the third spring breeze." The moonlight, like water, rippled in his handsome eyes. "Unlike a year ago, there is no rain tonight, it is truly clear and bright."
His words were clear, and a commotion had already begun outside the door.
"Come here." She gritted her teeth, while he pretended to be ignorant.
"Come closer," she commanded angrily, eliciting a gasp.
He leaned down, his soft, dark hair falling onto her neck. Their eyes met, and they could hear each other's breath.