Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 385 The White Moonlight Abandoned by the Immortal World Boss 91

The whole city was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere, making it hard to breathe. The snow finally stopped and even the moonlight became clear, but then we heard about the unrest on the ominous Yin River and the entire Yin River was cut off.

Holding a jar of wine in his hand, Yan Wen staggered towards the city wall. As the snow on the ground had not melted yet, he stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but a hand supported him.

"Thank you."

Yan Wen raised his head to thank him, and stretched out his hand to gently smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes. He was still wearing flashy clothes, with tassels of water music hanging around his waist, and the whole person looked like a coquettish peacock.

He smiled and waved his sleeves, and the floor was filled with wine.

"They say you're here."

The people around him were not polite either. They picked up a jar of wine and started drinking with the people next to them.

"There is wine here, but no snacks to go with it. It's not perfect after all." said another person.

Before he could finish his words, the crane weighing several hundred kilograms fell heavily to the ground.

A young man in golden armor laughed heartily, looking carefree. He said with a grin, "I heard the message long ago, so I specially brought the cranes raised by my ancestors. Now it's a good deal for you."

"That's true, I'm in for a treat."

"That's not enough."

A young man in the corner also spoke up. His hair was messy and he looked a little sloppy. He stood there in a somewhat unruly manner, squinting his eyes and smiling at the people around him. Suddenly, he waved his hand and said in a gentle voice, "Since Shanggu Jingyu has brought such a delicacy as the crane, then I will go and steal the Yaoyao beast raised by my master."

Someone who knew him started to make a noise: "Aren't you afraid that your master will beat you up? With your bad temper, no one will be able to save you when the time comes."

"I'd like him to beat me up again." The sloppy young man said with a smile. His eyes were empty and he disappeared from the spot. Not long after, he brought the five Yaoyao beasts over.

Gradually, more and more people came to the city wall.

The yellow light from the lamp hanging high up added a bit of warmth to the cold night. Everyone, whether they knew each other or not, toasted each other and chatted with each other.

Some people who didn't get along just glanced at each other, or pretended not to see it, or Yaoyao toasted the other person and temporarily put aside the hatred between each other.

The two ghosts also came, but they had not broken through to the divine realm and were still stuck at the demigod level.

The ghost said, "The Four Abysses are relatively peaceful. Although there have been many battles, with the heroic spirits of the gods, they can still hold out for a while."

When Yiyue heard that it was not the heroic spirit that completely disappeared from the world, he slowly took a sip of wine.

He was not familiar with those heroic spirits. He only knew that they died in the War of the Gods. When he was still in the Four Abysses, some bold heroic spirits always liked to tease him and kept talking there, not caring about Yiyue's expression.

Yan Wen also came over and picked up the wine jar to clink glasses with him.

"I've heard of your name a long time ago, but I never had the chance to make friends with you. Zhan Wentian also always wanted to duel with you, but it was too difficult to find you. Now that you're here, he..."

Zhan Wentian and the others were both injured at the time, which had already damaged his foundation. No medicine could cure him and he was only holding on with one breath. After knowing that Luo Mie and others had died, he also died.

The plague was probably drunk.

When he heard someone asking about the blood-stained tassels on his waist, he was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something. He silently took a few sips of wine and said, "Shui Yinyue is an extremely good woman. In the end, I am the one who has let her down."

He and Shui Yinyue are engaged.

He also knew that Mizune Yue liked him.

But how could a wanderer in the world be willing to be bound by an engagement, how could he be willing to accept the marriage between the two sects? So there were always all kinds of women around him. Some were just for fun or some were his confidantes, he himself couldn't tell.

No matter how Ren Ping struggled, even though cultivation and his brothers occupied most of his world, Shui Yinyue just stayed by his side quietly and never complained.

No matter how harsh his words were or how dissolute his behavior was, as long as he turned around, he would see the woman in blue, looking at him with a sad and resentful expression.

He felt that this saint was blind. She could like anyone else but him. However, he was addicted to her tenderness and refused to admit that he liked her.

When she was about to return to Xian Piaomiaoyin, she looked at herself with a sad expression, her voice trembling slightly: "You obviously care about me, why don't you admit it? Does falling in love with me embarrass you so much?"

No, that's not it, Xunwen denied it subconsciously in his heart.

He has always been free and easy, and he also has a deep blood feud, so he doesn't know how to face this true love.

"My talent is limited. No matter how hard I try, I can only stop once. Are you afraid that I will drag you down?"

"I never thought of it that way."

"Then what are you thinking, Yan Wen? You clearly know that I have been in love with you for a long time, so why do you have to treat me like this? Just say the word and I will never bother you."

She tried to force him to express his opinion, but he was restrained.

She left that day with a broken heart, and he was worried about her, so he followed her closely until she replied to his fairy voice, and then he left with peace of mind.

What was he going to say?

Some said he was afraid that he would not be able to survive in the chaotic world and was afraid of disappointing the beauty, or some said he was afraid that he was not worthy of the saint who had been the center of attention since childhood, so he kept avoiding her.

Shui Yinyue knew that he had been following her, but she didn't expose him.

She also wanted Yan Wen to think carefully. Even if it was a chaotic world, it didn't matter whether she lived or died. She just wanted a response.

Upon learning the news that Xian Piaomiaoyin was under siege, Yan Wen rushed there regardless of everything. What he saw was that the once powerful and prosperous pure land was in ruins, with blood all over the ground, and Shui Yinyue was dying.

Seeing the woman in blue with her meridians broken, his whole heart felt as if it was crushed. The pain spread from his heart to his limbs, causing him to feel an unprecedented panic.

"Yin Yue." He was shaking as he held her in his arms.

Shui Yinyue's eyes were blurry, she was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, and she forced a smile: "I knew you would come."

"Don't cry, this isn't the plague I like."

She knew she couldn't survive, and she was also planted with a curse, which was slowly devouring the vitality that nourished the other party's sacrificial furnace.

She tilted her head and looked at her former brothers and sisters who all died tragically, and her master and uncle who all died in battle, feeling sad.

But fortunately, she has always been with them.

The beautiful woman in blue died in the arms of the plague.

Yan Wen also watched her life slip away little by little, and saw her begging him to kill her in pain to give her a quick death, but Yan Wen couldn't do it. He just wanted to save her like crazy.

He covered his face with his hands and cried. How could he have the face to miss the blue that was imprinted in his heart, or to chase after that figure.

In fact, how could he have the nerve to cry here!

God knows they don't know how to comfort them.

Yan Wen was not a drunkard, but during this period of time he was in a state of drunkenness all the time. He held the jar of wine every day and got drunk wherever he went.

Yiyue looked at the body of Yanwei twitching as she cried. Although he didn't understand the love and hate that lasted for life and death, he could understand it.

If his sister died in his arms, he would probably collapse and go crazy.

"Sister, you can't die before me," he said.

Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by a big beetle. Shen An looked a little drunk, angrily looking at him, and said unhappily: "Don't worry, I won't die even if you die."

Shen An thought for a moment and said, "We all don't want to die."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Yiyue smiled happily and didn't mind being beaten at all. It was a rare occasion for him to be unrestrained and he drank several jars of wine in a row without caring whether he was drunk or not.

Finally, he leaned on Shen An's shoulder.

Shen'an tried to pull his head over several times, but Yiyue refused and insisted on staying close to Shen'an before he would be quiet.

After a while, Shen Yan could only let him go with a gloomy face.

In the second half of the night, it started snowing again. A cold wind blew, causing many people who were drunk on the city wall to shiver and open their eyes in a daze.

"where are they?"

"They're all gone."

"Then why are you here?"

"Brother, I'm waiting for you. I'm drunk as a dead pig."

Listening to these people's bickering, Shen An couldn't help laughing. She didn't have any airs of an ancient god. Everyone was a little reserved at the beginning, but after a little wine, they started drinking freely.

Shen An stood up, but Yi Yue, who was leaning on her shoulder, fell to the ground. She opened her watery eyes and looked at Shen An with a confused look on her face.

Shen An felt a little guilty when he was looked at. He coughed and patted Yi Yue's head: "It's time to go back, otherwise you will get sick."

Yiyue: “…”

He is an ancient god, but he could get sick because of this little bit of snow...

No matter what he thought, Shen'an, at a glance from Shen'an, took Yiyue's arm and walked together.

On the second day, before the frost had receded, a huge vibration was heard. The entire small divine world was torn apart and the city walls collapsed.

Shen An went out immediately.

The sky and the earth are in perfect harmony. The ominous swamp has obviously been affected by the ominous Yin River, so it is ready to fight a decisive battle with this side.

Shen An was right. The ominous Yin River was almost shattered. The old monsters hidden inside were either dead or injured. They were no match for Chang Qing and the obsession in the black fog.

Moreover, they felt that Chang Qing did not use his full strength at all.

If they were not worried about something, this woman would be able to destroy this world with just a wave of her hand. In desperation, they directly issued a decree, asking the overthrower of the ominous swamp to take the lead in the blood sacrifice, collect blood and energy to open a path, and ask for help from above to kill Chang Qing.

Shen An took action to protect a piece of the split divine world to prevent it from colliding with the human world.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen ancient gods surrounded her.

Yanzhu slowly said: "Daoyou, your opponent is us."

He sighed and said, "Your clan is truly terrifying. Your ancestors were surrounded and killed by us in the past. I thought you were no longer a force to be reckoned with, but I didn't expect that after hundreds of thousands of years, you would still join forces."

"Back then, I shot your ancestor through the head."

Shen An sneered, "This is the first time I've seen such a shameless person. Even if my ancestor is dead, he is still not something that people like you can compare to."

Huozhu was not angry, but nodded in agreement.

"It's not shameful to be unable to defeat the Lord God. No matter how powerful he is, he will die in the end. It's better for us to sit back and watch the long river of time and the brilliant road."

For them, the means are not important.

What matters is who survives in the end.

Shen An and his clan once inflicted heavy damage on the Ominous Swamp, killing many of the founding ancestors of the great clans. The other party held a grudge against them, and both Shen An and Shen Yan were targeted by the top masters.

Moreover, they were drooling over the magic skills possessed by the God Lord Clan, and there was an old monster that had been sleeping underground for countless years. It was believed that Shen An must have some valuable treasure, or even magic skills that did not belong to this world, so she had grown up in such a short time.

The goddess stood in the air, untainted by the dust of the world. Her clothes fluttered, and divine power emanated from her body, forming golden lotus flowers. Faintly, the sound of her devout prayers could be heard. A huge golden body appeared behind her and slammed the candle with its palm.

When Yan Zhu waved his hand, the power of heaven and earth appeared, and the dazzling Taoist fruit emerged. His eyes were as cold as thorns, and his anger inevitably rose.

It turned out that they were from the same bloodline, a disgusting family that dared to underestimate him.

Yan Zhu was worthy of being called the Overthrower, as he was safe and sound under this palm strike, but the ancient god beside him was sent flying sideways, with his body almost shattered.

This was just a tentative palm.

Everyone was terrified and there was silence. Even Biluotian's expression became solemn.

This beautiful woman who seemed to have walked out of a painting was actually so powerful that she could compete with a destroyer-level being.

Not only her, even Yi Yue was beyond their expectations. Seeing the aura in his every move, Luo Hao, who led the group to surround and kill him, looked surprised and doubtful.

"You and I are half the same species!"

Yiyue's face turned black.

"You curse so filthy."

These words were more painful than killing him.

Luo Hao sensed the ominous aura of Yinhe on Yiyue, so he advised: "Since you and I are of the same kind, why should we kill each other? Daoist friend, you should wake up quickly and follow the great path of the world with us."

"You few alone can't change the outcome."

Luo Hao failed to use coercion or bribery and could only sigh.

He really did have a liking for talent just now, and he was telling the truth.

In his eyes, the resistance of these people was just like the meaningless resistance of ants, like the light of fireflies trying to shake a tree.

They have the support of the Yin River behind them. People like him are the weakest in that place. It is not difficult to imagine how many old monsters that have been sleeping for countless years are still in the Yin River.