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"You … What are you doing here? "

Jun Qiyan was puzzled, so she decided to ask. She looked up at the face of God Mo Jiu.

Di Mo Jiu's long and narrow eyes looked as if they could seduce people. He had a nose that was as straight as a green mountain, thin lips, and the corner of his mouth was curved into a cold line. His facial features were all good, and when combined, it was surprisingly filled with some kind of evil qi.

Light flowed from the leaves of the great banyan tree onto Di Mo Jiu's black robe. Jun Qiyan discovered that he had already changed into a new set of clothes. Although they were also thick black, this one was especially gorgeous.

The dark patterns circulated on the surface of the Iceworm's clothes, making it difficult for Jun Qiyan to form an array. However, one could tell that the runes on them were of a very high rank. She had never seen such a rune before.

She couldn't figure out what was going on with Di Mo Jiu, but sometimes Jun Qianyan couldn't stop wondering if someone like him, who she didn't know anything about, would ever come back. She would never be able to find him again.

At this time, Di Mo Jiu had already arrived in front of Jun Qiyan. He was much taller than Jun Qiyan, and if Jun Qiyan wanted to meet his gaze at such a close distance, she could only raise her head and look at him.

Thus, Jun Qiyan did just that. And this action, in the eyes of Di Mo Jiu, was really foolish.

The pretty girl raised her head. Perhaps it was the sunlight that made her slightly squint. Her eyelashes were very long, and when she squinted her eyes, it was like a small fan that covered her curved peach blossom eyes.

From the top, Di Mo Jiu could see Jun Qianyan's white and beautiful neck, and her slightly red lips. Di Mo Jiu felt that this color was like the one and only Bobo Flower in the valley of the Divine Arts Pavilion.

The shape of the lotus was unique, with layers upon layers of petals that could be seen through her veins. The color was an extremely alluring red, and the smell was a homesickness. Cultivators entering the illusion with flowers, fragrances, and colors were all things their hearts desired the most.

As Di Mo Jiu looked at his red lips, he seemed to be bewitched. His eyes were unblinking. Naturally, he had forgotten his original intention and the words he wanted to say.

Jun Qiyan raised her head and looked at them for a moment. Normally, Di Mo Jiu would be looking at her like this, but now that they were so close, she kept her head down. Di Mo Jiu was the only one left with his head down.

Jun Qiyan raised his right hand and rubbed his sore neck. Di Mo Jiu was lost in thought, when suddenly his face turned into a beautiful woman's. He looked at her simple hair and didn't know how to react.

Seeing that Di Mo Jiu didn't say anything, Jun Qiyan also felt a bit strange. She thought that Di Mo Jiu had something important to tell her, and that this was her brother's courtyard.

Thus, Jun Qiyan moved a step to the left, avoiding Di Mo Jiu's body which was very close to him. Then, he started to walk, speaking as he walked.

"Is there something that's inconvenient to talk about? Then go to my courtyard. There's no one there, pay it back — clean."

Jun Qianyan stopped in her tracks. The last two words of "quiet" were somewhat out of tune because her sleeves had been pulled by someone. This person was Di Mo Jiu.

Di Mo Jiu's face turned lifeless once again without the 'beauty temptation'. He remembered that he came here to talk to Jun Qiyan about going back home to settle some matters.

Normally, the Divine Arts Pavilion would not take it out, but this time, more than half of it was taken out by someone else. If something happened, the Divine Arts Pavilion might have a small problem without him.

"No need, I can say that here. I have come to tell you that I want to go back once."

Di Mo Jiu let go of Jun Qiyan's sleeve as he spoke. At this time, a warm wind blew over, and the two of them happened to open a path. As the wind blew, many of the women trembled and floated around them.

"Alright, I'll wait for your return."

Jun Qiyan didn't say anything about sending him off, nor did he ask when he would return. He only spoke in a very serious tone, as if he was making a promise. After he finished speaking, he smiled.

There was no need for words between friends. Moreover, Jun Qiyan knew that this man would definitely come back.

Di Mo Jiu originally thought that with Jun Qianyan's personality, he would nag him for a while, but this sentence of 'I'll wait for you' caused a strange feeling to run through his heart, stirring up a ripple.

The first thing that attracted him was Jun Qiyan's domineering power, but the longer he stayed by her side, the deeper his understanding of her became.

Jun Qiyan was a "warm" person. She would emit light and heat, affecting the people around her. Her heart was soft, and she valued friendship. She would spare no effort to help those who treated her well.

Although he had a bad temper, but he was still very …

Di Mo Jiu thought about it and finally thought of the word 'cute'. It was silly and cute.

He would probably need some time before he could return. When he thought about Jun Qianyan's ability to stir up trouble, as well as the fact that he had bombed the Sword Spirit Sect's Sovereign's Mansion and hadn't been investigated for it, Di Mo Jiu felt that Jun Qianyan would probably feel wronged when he returned.

If the Sword Spirit Sect knew what Di Moyu was thinking, they would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, Di Mo Jiu felt that Jun Qiyan needed protection, so he moved the spirit energy in his hand. An icy-blue mirror with a cold aura diffused in it appeared in Di Mo Jiu's hand.

Di Mo Jiu's hand bones were well-proportioned. The mirror was irregular in shape, but the corners were round, as if it was made from a piece of blue jade. There was a very thin chain around it, which was about two fingers wide.

He held the floating mirror in one hand and brushed it with the other. The gentle glow of the mirror suddenly became blinding. Jun Qiyan narrowed her eyes. She heard a 'kacha' sound as the light dimmed.

Jun Qiyan got used to it and slowly opened her eyes. When she looked at Di Mo Jiu's hands, her eyes suddenly widened. The two palm-sized mirrors had now been split in half and had become half their original size.

Di Mo Jiu kept one of the mirrors, and then handed the one in his hand over to Jun Qianyan.

"I'll leave the cold with you."

The Frost Jade Mirror was a defensive treasure that he used to cut the mirror in half. Therefore, no matter how far away the two mirrors were, Jun Feiyan would always be able to use his spirit energy to communicate with it. Even though the mirror had been separated by him, his defensive power was still at its peak.

The mirror was very beautiful, Jun Qiyan could tell at a glance that it was a treasure, but she had not expected Di Mo Jiu to be so cruel, to the point where she could only stare speechlessly at the palm-sized blue mirror before her.