The Demon Flower Evil Lord seemed to realize he had "lost his composure." Panic flickered across his face. Holding his fingers in an orchid pose, he conjured a Soul Handkerchief out of thin air, quickly turned his head, and furtively wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth, his movements bashful and coy.
Everyone present stared, dumbstruck, as he dabbed his lips with the handkerchief in one hand while the other hung at his side, his features rippling with springtime passion and his gaze steeped in yearning.
"My darling Ji..."
Even his voice had gone soft.
"Hiss-"
Yun Zui shuddered on the spot, chilled to the bone.
She turned to look at Yun Shuanghua behind her, taking two hard looks to cleanse her eyes.
How should she put it? Their dear Shuanghua might look a little "sweet and adorable" crying into a little handkerchief. But an ancient old monster like the Demon Flower Evil Lord, with spring waters brimming in his eyes, a blush staining his cheeks, and that utterly seductive, lovestruck demeanor...
Everyone fell silent together.
With his attacks blocked again and again, a rare trace of bewilderment appeared on Yun Qing's face.
"What?" he murmured.
The Demon Flower Evil Lord clearly cared nothing for how anyone present felt. He gazed rapturously at the Immortal Court manifested by Yun Qing's Dao Domain, especially the Radiant Sun Divine Flame flickering in and out of sight along Yun Qing's spear.
The silver-purple patterns in his demonic eyes shifted with his emotions, curving into two extremely suspicious shapes.
The longer Yun Qing looked, the more convinced he became that those were two lovely pink hearts. Ha. Ha.
For the first time, Eldest Young Master Yun doubted his own double pupils.
"Oh, oh, Yuan Huang~ My darling Ji, is that you?"
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