Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

She found out later.

The grace of saving my life must be repaid with my life.

Gou Tiandao was determined to use her life to contribute to Xuanwei's path to inheritance.

Seeing her sister vomiting blood, she burst into tears. Xie An Ning swore on the spot with snot and tears, "I will never go out again. I won't watch any excitement. Whenever you go out, take a rope and tie me to your belt. I will just follow you and watch."

Nangong Ling, who was lying in a pile of life-extending array spirit plates, took out a handful of pills and gave them to her as if they were sugar pills. "Why should I tie you up? You're not a dog. The pills are sweet. Do you want to eat them?"

An Ning: "I don't want it. You can eat it. Eat more and make up for it quickly. You have lost weight."

Nangong Ling: It’s only been one day, and I don’t have enough time to lose weight.

……

When Seventeen brought the people back, he naturally brought back the source of the trouble as well.

As both were sword cultivators, even though Xuanwei had great talent at that time, due to the gap of almost two major realms between them, he was suppressed and brought back by Seventeen.

Xuanwei glanced at the guards on both sides of the palace. They were holding long spears, with slender scimitars on their waists. They were wearing light armor that flashed cold light like flowing water. Their faces were solemn and murderous, and each of them had a cultivation level above the distraction stage.

He said calmly, "Southern Xinjiang has opened up entry quotas, Xuantian Immortal Sect purchased a quota to enter the secret realm, and also abided by the terms you listed, with the Heavenly Dao Contract as proof, why did you force me to come here?"

Seventeen pushed the man into the main hall, and as soon as he opened his mouth he spoke coldly.

"Did I arrest you? I invite you. The emperor wants to see you."

Xuanwei walked slowly up to the hall with a long sword on his back.

There are many mineral deposits in southern Xinjiang, so the floor of the main hall is paved with white jade, the walls are carved with gold, and the beams are inlaid with gems everywhere.

Xuanwei has an upright posture, eyes like cold stars, cold and lonely. He lowers his eyes to greet others, neither humble nor arrogant.

"My junior Xuantian Immortal Sect's chief disciple Xuan Wei pays respect to the Southern Emperor."

"Xuantian Immortal Sect? So what."

The voice above my head had an extremely pleasant timbre, but the attitude it revealed was extremely bad, one of contempt and sneering, and its voice was nonchalant with a hint of amusement and disdain.

When someone insulted their sect in front of others, Xuanwei's eyes were almost instantly covered with a thin layer of frost, and he suddenly raised his eyes coldly to the person sitting on the throne in the middle of the hall.

What meets the eye is a color that is difficult to describe.

Large patches of soft and shiny silver hair were spread out on the throne, flowing down from the half-tilted shoulders like flowing water. The overly long hair ends were spread out in a winding manner, shining like scales and silky sheen.

The white fingertips were lightly curved, and he nonchalantly supported his head with the back of his hand, his body half leaning and half leaning on the gorgeous and spacious throne. The beauty smiled softly, her silver eyes full of malicious contempt and ridicule.

The exotic costume is a combination of snow-white and light gold. It is sleeveless and reveals the frosty arms. Only a silver armlet with lapis lazuli connects the two wide pieces of snow-white clothing. The outside is snow-white and the inside is light gold. It looks like a sleeve but is not a sleeve. It is stacked on a golden base and is extremely luxurious.

Five or six thin silver bracelets were wrapped around the slender wrist, connected by a slender and exquisite bracelet, loosely sliding down a few inches, encircling the white jade wrist, and the sound of collision was as cold as broken jade.

The gorgeous and overlong clothes and belts were stacked up to the gilded footrest. One leg was bent and stepped coolly on the throne, while the other was stretched out, barefoot stepping on the fluffy white fur on the footrest.

The skin color blended harmoniously with the snow-white fur, and the colors were almost indistinguishable. Only the foot that stepped on the throne and the shining gold and jade revealed its amazing beauty. The bones were like jade, the skin was cold as ice, and the narrow and long veins like green jade added a bit of charm.

There has always been an inspiring saying circulating in the three regions of Demon Snow, and Zhongzhou has also heard of it.

"…pile up gold and jade to marry the Southern Emperor."

Xuanwei had always been a lonely and uninformed person, so he didn't hear the whole thing and only got this one sentence.

At first glance, I just felt that people in the world are extremely boring and rude.

He is the most outstanding genius on the Tianxuan list and the youngest genius on the Xianxuan list.

He is a genius and a strong man who is famous in the nine provinces and five regions of the mainland.

Such a person, with such amazing talent, should not be bored by the world and made fun of by her beauty.

But at this moment, at this moment, Xuanwei seemed to have an indescribable illusion that the joke of "pile up gold and jade to marry the Southern Emperor" was not abrupt.

It seems that such a person should only be born in southern Xinjiang and be pampered with countless gold, silver, jade and precious stones.

The mockery in his silver eyes was like cold water poured down on his head, startling Xuan Wei awake. The frost in his eyes seemed to have turned into ice, which completely froze in his body and along his limbs, nailing him to the spot.

His back was still straight, but not as straight as a sharp sword, but as straight as a dead wood.

He suddenly understood what that joke meant.

It is a joke, but also the foolish wish of the world's people.

The owner of the pair of silver eyes slowly scanned his entire body with a bit of malicious and contemptuous interest, from head to toe, from the body to the sword.

Xuan Wei's straight body was like a rock, and now this cold and hard rock was trembling with all its might.

The man on the throne retracted his contemptuous and bad look, and smiled with his beautiful lips.

Xuanwei's gaze fell on the curve of his lips.

My heart was trembling, and for the first time in my life I had the thought of running away.

That was definitely not a happy smile.

But he didn't run away...

His body remained rigidly fixed in place, but his insides were collapsing like a toppled statue or a towering rock falling down.

I don’t know how long I stood there, I just know that every second seemed so long and painful.

The rock-solid ideals collapsed into a dead ruin.

Xuanwei's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't breathe. He thought he shouldn't have come to southern Xinjiang.

If you hadn't come, we wouldn't have been so defeated.

So embarrassing.

The vicious look and smile were like a sharp, slender knife, cutting open the thoughts in his heart. All the thoughts that could not be told to others were exposed to the world for people to joke and comment on.

The last trace of blood on Xuanwei's face disappeared, and his face turned cold and pale to the bone, like a clear and cold snow sculpture made of frozen stone and covered with frost and snow.

Later, he thought about it again and again during his retreat on the mountain top.

In fact, given his personality, he didn't need to lose his composure like that... just one glance made him so embarrassed.

But it was a summer day...

Swallowing the unspeakable bitterness, he closed his eyes with difficulty and allowed the memories created by the bone-eating poison to bury him.

The summer was hot and humid, and Qi Wu Yue was extremely afraid of cold and heat.

He should live in a greenhouse with constant temperature all year round, without being bullied by frost or irritated by the heat.

Southern Xinjiang is hot and humid in summer, so even with the green jade umbrella providing endless coolness, he could still feel that every strand of his hair was extremely sticky and uncomfortable.

Sometimes he would even get annoyed and think about finding a cold pool of water to jump into and soak in, even if it meant drowning.

But I also complain that the pool is too small, the river is too shallow, and the sea is too dirty.

It seemed like there was no room for him anywhere.

The tailors in southern Xinjiang put their heart and soul into making clothes. The material of the clothes should be as light as shark gauze, as light as clouds, as cool as jade, yet also stiff and wrinkle-free, drooping naturally, and able to support all kinds of beautiful silver ornaments.

Therefore, the luxurious clothes carefully crafted and sewn would be particularly generous, allowing Qi Wu Yue's neck, arms, calves, and feet to be revealed without reservation, granting them to the believers to admire.

After all, the cooler and more beautiful the emperor's clothes are, the happier people who see him will feel.

When he comes out for a walk, it benefits the lovely people of southern Xinjiang.

Beauty is the primary driving force for the people of southern Xinjiang.

Half-covering is the most deadly.

Therefore, beauty was blessed with high temperature, as if one's eyes would be burned if one looked at it.