With a casual sweep of a hand, the bamboo hairpin fell, and long dark hair spilled out like a waterfall.
Ye Qinghong closed his eyes too, his lashes trembling slightly, and leaned in to kiss him.
In that instant, the world fell silent.
The Princess Consort froze on the spot, and the emotions she had finally managed to rein in exploded again.
Before she could react, she saw that figure in green turn around to face everyone in the square.
"I, Ye Qinghong, am both Master's disciple and my own master's spouse. Whoever dares touch Master, I will kill them."
Chapter 165: All the Women Arrive, the Ultimate Romantic Battleground (Part Two)
The snow over Yan Mountain fell in flakes as large as mats.
White snow descended from the heavens.
Dressed in green, Ye Qinghong bit his lip, his eyes filled with icy killing intent, the Clear Shadow Sword held horizontally in the air.
So cold, so brimming with murderous intent.
Two figures, one green and one white, one beating wings like ice crystals, the other holding a longsword.
They stood before Fang Yang just like that.
Blocking all the wind and snow, they stared coldly at the gathered Demonic Path sects.
Ye Qinghong's dark hair fluttered, and the void behind him trembled as another sword-wielding figure appeared-his Dharma Body.
Although his expression was cold, his earlobes were rather red, and his heart pounded as though he had committed some terrible wrong.
He had never experienced anything like this before.
A swordsman ought to remain absolutely calm, especially someone like him, who possessed a glazed sword heart.
Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression; deer could spring up beside him without making him blink.
He had once been just like that, like a cold pool without the