She is the villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 18 Qingyue's Depression

"Senior Sister Qingyue, it will be night in another hour."

Her curtain was raised by someone, it was a female disciple from another sect who came to practice, and she was also a person with outstanding talents.

"Well, I know, let's start setting up."

Qingyue suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, stood up and walked out, her eyes fell far away to the tent where Yi Cen was.

Some are fortunate, some are delighted.

More bitterness, though.

Junior brother, even if you go out to find her now, so what?
The corpse tribe is about to attack, how could the elders and other fellow Taoists really let you go?
It's too late, you have to carry this burden.

She looked at Yi Cen's gloomy and pale face, just like her previous anxious and restless appearance, she felt a little relieved, but couldn't laugh.

The days she dragged him along should be enough.

Qin Xian'er has not been seen for many days, and the corpse tribe is about to attack, how can she survive in such a troubled world?
"Junior brother, please go to battle."

She smiled slightly and took the lead to stand at the position where the eyes of the main formation were. Yi Cen should also stand beside her, whether he wanted to or not, it was already preordained.

"Arrangement!"

The elders of Leishanmen shouted energetically, and all the disciples were encouraged to work harder.

"Salala—"

There was a movement in the woods in front of the human base camp, and the bushes were swaying, as if someone wanted to pass through.

coming soon!
Realizing this, they accelerated the output of their own spiritual power, sending it continuously into the position of the main formation's eyes.

The sun will go down and the moon will appear.

The Body of Moon and Silver and the Body of Flame and Sun grabbed the essence of the sun and moon respectively, Yi Cen and Qing Yue also had silver and golden brilliance emerging from their bodies at the same time.

The Qingyue, bathed in the moonlight, looks even more cold and sacred, like an inviolable goddess.

Yi Cen, who is blessed by the essence of Yanyang, is extraordinary in martial arts, and as majestic as a god in person.

Standing together, these two people seem to be the most beautiful painting in the world.

Lei Yinzi shook the wine gourd, squinting his eyes to watch Qingyue drink the wine in the gourd in one gulp.

Is this who she said she was?

The influx of the essence of the sun and the moon reached its peak, and the power of the two began to try to contact and blend.

"coming!"

At this moment, an unknown disciple shouted excitedly, and everyone stood ready.

Even Yi Cen had to concentrate.

Everyone stared at the bush and stood up tense.

The Zombies are coming!
Then...

They saw a young girl walking out holding a nice looking silver-white puppy. When the girl came out, it seemed that a branch had accidentally cut her clothes.

The originally exquisite gauze skirt looked a bit unbearable to look at at this moment.

Her bun also came loose.

The silk-like silk is draped over the petite shoulders, and the face that has not been fully opened is between maturity and immaturity.

It is breathtaking charm and pure beauty.

The combination of the two is not at all awkward.

Just one look and I can't look away anymore.

She looked around, as if she saw some doubts about the disciples who were waiting in formation.

But immediately after that, he didn't know who his eyes fell on.

She showed a sweet smile, and her voice was clear and sweet, but gentle and reserved.

"Brother Yi Cen, I finally found you."

The moment she appeared, Yi Cen's aura suddenly dropped.

His eyes hadn't left her since she appeared.

Qingyue beside him couldn't believe it.

Qingyue's feeling is the most obvious, their powers are just about to touch, ready to merge.

She was just a little bit close to connecting with Yi Cen.

Just a little bit.

But now she just watched Yi Cen appear in front of Qin Xian'er almost instantly without looking back.

She looked at him stroking her head pityingly again.

The distress and worry in his eyes seemed to have found sustenance and destination at this moment.

"Senior Sister Qingyue, that corpse clan..."

There were female disciples from other sects asking her in a low voice, but Qingyue clenched her hands tightly, unaware that her nails were embedded in her flesh and blood.

Too dazzling.

She looked at the girl holding a little white dog and him, it was really ironic and an eyesore.

If, if only she could really disappear!

(End of this chapter)