My Xiaomei Yun

After the initial shock, Lin Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Yuan Qing—wasn't he a woman?

Could everything that had just happened have been a dream? But upon waking, let alone feeling moved, he barely even dared to move.

Because the dream had not been entirely fake!

Both his and Yuan Qing's clothes were gone!

For a moment, Lin Xuan's thoughts were in utter chaos, and he found it difficult to accept the reality before him.

He was a man unafraid of hardship, but going at another man head-on was a little...

Just as Lin Xuan was struggling in anguish.

Yuan Qing woke up as well.

In an instant.

Their eyes met.

Yuan Qing gradually began to understand everything.

Feeling the waves of pain coming from behind him.

His incomparably handsome face frosted over, his eyes brimming with frenzied killing intent.

I treated you as a friend.

And you treated me like a woman???

"Qing'er, calm down!"

Seeing Yuan Qing's face gradually twist as murderous aura burst from him without restraint.

The flustered Lin Xuan even used the wrong form of address.

After the two had become Dao companions in the dream, he had called him Qing'er, and for the moment, he could not even change it back.

"Qing'er? You really fucking deserve to die."

Yuan Qing had never been so enraged and humiliated in his life.

With seventy to eighty percent of his true essence restored, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

He opened with a spell, hurling it at Lin Xuan, who was right beside him.

This time, he held back none of his strength. With his early Golden Core cultivation, he struck only to kill this bastard who had humiliated him in a single blow!

Faced with this sudden, life-or-death attack.

Lin Xuan had no