When Nuwa and Fuxi followed the two Bi Xiao sisters into a bamboo grove, Hong Yun was already sitting in a pavilion, puffing away.
He wore a white Daoist robe, with sharp eyes and star-like eyebrows. His features were handsome, and he looked as though he might drift away into immortality at any moment.
With mist swirling all around him, he looked even more like an immortal.
The only jarring thing was the white, stick-like object clenched between his lips.
"Something fun?"
Bi Xiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran over.
"Is this a cigarette?"
Kong Xuan, however, inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness around Hong Yun. It gave him an especially distinctive charm and style.
This filled him with yearning.
"Smack!"
A sharp sound came from the pavilion.
"Martial aunt Nuwa, look! Master hit me. He probably doesn't like Bi Xiao anymore. Boo-hoo-hoo..."
Bi Xiao had just reached out her right hand to take the cigarettes Hong Yun had made from his sleeve when Hong Yun backhanded her on the head.
"You little brat, you don't learn the good things, only the bad. You're pretending to cry without shedding even half a tear. When you have nothing to do, stop copying your martial uncle Houtu's sarcastic tone!"
As he spoke, Hong Yun casually took out a Yellow Middle Plum and stuffed it into Bi Xiao's little mouth.
"Boo-hoo-hoo..."
The Yellow Middle Plum was enormous. Bi Xiao could only whimper, unable to speak, while glaring furiously at Hong Yun with her wide eyes.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Hong Yun, stop bullying Little Bi Xiao!"
Nuwa's cheerful laughter rang out as she approached.
"Greetings, Junior Sister Nuwa. It's been a long time. Your bearing has become even more radiant and captivating. Your cultivation must have improved greatly, right?"
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