Unexpectedly, Wanwan suddenly burst into tears, her eyes filled with loss and sorrow.
Fahai was stunned, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Are you bothered that I looked down on you, which is why you’re unwilling to go to the Yin Kui Sect?”
Fahai was speechless for a moment, “Where did that come from?”
“Is it because I am the Demon Sect Saintess that you don’t want to be associated with me?”
“You don’t even care about your own life, yet you’re unwilling to go with me.”
“You must look down on the Yin Kui Sect, and look down on me, the Demon Sect Saintess.”
The more she thought about it, the more she felt this was true, and she was so heartbroken that it felt as if her heart was torn apart.
Fahai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and could only shake his head and say, “You’re thinking too much.”
“I still have my Sect.”
“Ah?”
Wanwan looked up, her tears still wet, her eyes filled with shock as she gazed at Fahai.
“The Sect that expelled you?”
“That can’t be considered a reliance.”
This made Wanwan even sadder.
Fahai was clearly someone abandoned by his Sect, yet now he was using “I still have my Sect” as an excuse.
He clearly just didn’t want to go with her and was casually making up an excuse.
“You’re just humoring me again.”
Looking at Wanwan, who was full of grievances, Fahai was speechless.
“Don’t believe those rumors in the Jianghu.”
“I am not a Sect outcast.”
“Who has ever seen a Sect outcast with such fine attire as me?”
“I am actually a Shaolin Disciple. My Master is the current Shaolin Abbot Taixu.”
“I am Abbot Taixu’s Personal Disciple.”
“The reason I haven’t revealed my identity is to Cultivate and gain experience in the Jianghu, and I don’t want to use my Sect’s background.”
“Sha… Shaolin Disciple? Taixu’s Disciple?!”
Wanwan was shocked, her tear stains not yet wiped away, her red lips slightly parted, her face full of surprise.
Shaolin Temple?
One of the top existences in the Martial Forest, with an unimaginably deep foundation!
And Taixu is the current Shaolin Abbot, a Celestial Realm expert revered by all under Heaven!
So Little Monk Fahai turned out to be a Disciple of a Celestial Realm expert!
No wonder he was always calm and collected, and it was clear why he could refuse the Dragon Guard Villa’s recruitment.
It turned out he wasn’t afraid of Wudang at all.
“So… you don’t dislike me?”
Wanwan gently raised her eyes, looking at Fahai, her expression shy, her eyes glistening with tears, her face slightly red, an adorable sight.
“With such feelings for you, how can you just say goodbye?”
“Go? Where can I go? I just wanted to see you.”
Wanwan couldn’t help but laugh after hearing this, yet she still looked at him with a hint of confusion.
“Then what is in your eyes at this moment?”
Fahai looked down at Wanwan in his arms, his voice as gentle as water.
In that instant, Wanwan felt her heart tremble, as if she had truly turned into a pool of spring water, nestled in his embrace.
Her cheeks were flushed, her shyness undeniable.
“Then tell me, am I beautiful?”
“Even in Heaven and on Earth, one would not find such beauty as yours.”
The two looked at each other and smiled, their affection deep.
Upon hearing these words, Wanwan leaned completely into Fahai’s arms, her tenderness like water.
“Little Monk, let me truly belong to you today.”
【Read!】
Inside the room, the atmosphere was warm, and emotions intertwined. Close by, her face was exquisitely beautiful, her aura agile, as if a Fairy had descended. Fahai’s heart stirred, unable to control himself. Wanwan was a born enchantress, especially her eyes, sparkling with light, as if they could captivate one’s soul. What was even more intoxicating was her personality—daring to love and hate, once she fell in love, she would go all in. Even if she had been hurt before, her devotion remained unchanged. If she truly gave her heart, everything else in the world would become an illusion. How could one not love such a woman?
Fahai finally kissed her soft lips. Wanwan’s heart pounded faster, and she nervously closed her eyes. After a long time, their lips parted, and she was too shy to even raise her head.
A moment of spring night, worth a thousand gold.
After a long while, the two lay together, embracing. Fahai gently caressed her beautiful hair, a fragrant scent filling the air. Wanwan, her face flushed with shyness, looked up at him, her eyes soft, as if starlight flowed within them.
“Then… should I call you Little Master, or Little Monk?”
Fahai raised an eyebrow, then gave a gentle smile.
“Call me husband.”
“Hus… husband.” Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, and she blushed crimson.
Fahai nodded in satisfaction, stretched, and felt incredibly pleased.
He suddenly understood Emperor Xuanzong’s state of mind.
“Wanwan, you truly live up to your reputation as a Demon Sect enchantress.”
Alas, this time, the enchantress ultimately fell into his palm.
Wanwan’s cheeks were slightly red, and she changed the subject, saying:
“Husband, you are a Shaolin Disciple, and even the Personal Disciple of the Sect Leader.”
“Shaolin is the head of the Righteous Path, taking it as its duty to slay demons and eradicate evil.”
“And I am the Demon Sect Saintess.”
“Our identities are in opposition, righteousness and evil are incompatible, so how should we deal with this?”
Fahai smiled calmly and waved his hand, saying:
“Right and evil are determined by the heart, not by others’ words.”
“Just like on Wuliang Mountain, those greedy people, which one of them wasn’t from a renowned Righteous Sect?”
“What kind of good people are they?”
“In my heart, you are the purest existence, and that is righteousness.”
“As for the words of outsiders, they are but fleeting clouds.”
Fahai gazed at Wanwan, his eyes firm and unwavering.
A trace of sweetness rose in Wanwan’s heart, as if she had tasted honey.
She stretched out her finger and gently poked Fahai’s chest.
“Such a sweet talker, you don’t look like an honest Monk at all.”
Fahai smiled slightly, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
“I am a very disciplined monastic.”
“Little rascal, you must help me Cultivate.”
After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually brightened.
Wanwan looked at Fahai reluctantly.
“Little Monk, I have to go.”
“I didn’t tell my Master I was coming out this time, she’ll definitely be worried.”
“I can’t stay out any longer, my injuries are almost healed, it’s time to return to the Yin Kui Sect.”
At the mention of Zhu Yuyan, Fahai’s heart stirred.
In the original novel of the Shuanglong world, Zhu Yuyan harbored a deep hatred for Shi Zhixuan.
The reason was that Shi Zhixuan had deceived her, causing her to lose her purity.
The Yin Kui Sect possessed the most profound part of the Heavenly Demon Tactics—the Heavenly Demon Great Art.
However, due to being deceived and losing her purity, Zhu Yuyan was unable to Cultivate the Heavenly Demon Great Art to the eighteenth Peak Realm, only able to remain at the seventeenth level.
For this, she established a Sect rule that Yin Kui Sect Disciples must not break their vows.
This was to prevent her Disciples from repeating her mistakes.
Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan spent every day together; if she noticed anything unusual about Wanwan, she would surely detect it.
He didn’t want his person to be blamed for this.
“Wanwan, after you go back, if your Master asks about me, just tell her the truth and tell her to come find me.”
Wanwan was a little surprised, “Why would Master ask about you?”
She herself hadn’t figured out how to bring up this matter.
“Just do as I say.” Fahai’s tone was firm.
Wanwan was half-skeptical, but ultimately nodded.
“Then I’m leaving.”
She turned and stood still, looking at him playfully.
“Give me a kiss.”
She leaned in and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re not allowed to provoke other women.”
She showed her cute little fangs, her eyes carrying a hint of threat.
Fahai raised an eyebrow: “I’m so handsome, what if someone approaches me voluntarily?”
“It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s just that I have a compassionate heart and it’s hard to refuse too harshly.”
“You lecherous Monk.” Wanwan huffed reproachfully, but felt helpless in her heart.
He was too outstanding.
Handsome, incredibly strong, and his reputation spread far and wide in the Jianghu.
Most importantly, he also knew how to make girls happy.
Such a person was destined to attract many admirers.
“Hmph, even if others want to approach, they’ll have to ask if I agree first.”
She gave a delicate snort, turned around, and left with a look of unwillingness.
Fahai watched her retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips.
This was no small matter.