As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life-Chapter 785 - 254: The Evil Person from the Corpse God Cult of the Divine Sect turns out to be him, heading to the Great Family to kill some dogs

Chapter 785 -254: The Evil Person from the Corpse God Cult of the Divine Sect turns out to be him, heading to the Great Family to kill some dogs

Jiao Shaoqiu shook his head, whispering: “Sword Wine has not returned to the Divine Sect Mountain Gate for many days…”

Upon hearing this, the Boss Lady’s eyes immediately showed a hint of dimness.

“Not there again? Is he avoiding me?”

The Boss Lady said with frustration.

Hearing this, Jiao Shaoqiu shook his head: “You want that young lad to pay back the wine money again, in exchange for a chance to see him, and let him have the guts to continue running up tabs at Drunken Duck Restaurant on your tab?”

“Girl, I think it’s better to give aloft on him.”

“This fellow is incorrigible, his heart’s knot cannot be untangled, it will only delay you.”

Jiao Shaoqiu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, had a look of regret in his eyes.

The Boss Lady, still charming as ever, pursed her lips and with her slightly calloused hands, wiped her newly worn clothes.

“Elder… are you also advising me?”

“Actually, if he wanted to drink, I could support him for a lifetime… but, he always plays disappearing acts, and once he owes wine money, he refuses to come, leaving me with no choice but to press him for payment to see him.” freewebnoveℓ.com

The Boss Lady said somewhat bashfully.

“What do those wine debts count for anyway?”

Jiao Shaoqiu stroked his beard with a smile: “That’s true, your Drunken Duck Restaurant is doing quite well, taking in good revenue, and has been for many years, right?”

“Almost twenty years, after this year it will be twenty…” the Boss Lady said with a smile.

Jiao Shaoqiu stepped aside to let the Boss Lady enter the courtyard, but she waved her hand quickly: “If Yellow Sword Wine isn’t here, then never mind… I won’t disturb the Elder.”

Just as the Boss Lady was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a sword light burst forth from a distance, galloping through, tearing open the heavens and the earth, and splitting every raindrop apart.

A disheveled figure carrying a sword box on his back and a wine gourd slung at his waist cheerfully took a swig of wine.

Suddenly.

Yellow Sword Wine tapped the ground with the tip of his toe, his body forming a circle, and he planned to head off into the distance.

“Yellow Sword Wine, you stop right there!”

Seeing him, the Boss Lady immediately stood with arms akimbo and yelled angrily.

“Do you really dislike seeing me that much?”

“Come back here! Otherwise, I will come to Qian Yuan Divine Sect every day to demand the wine money!”

Yellow Sword Wine turned around, his beard unkempt, his face showing impatience: “This is really embarrassing for me… I am, after all, the second on the True Inheritor List of Qian Yuan Divine Sect!”

“Would I shortchange you on wine money? I make money easily, okay? I just can’t be bothered to earn it. That time I saved your fledgling life from that poor village, hasn’t it been almost thirty years now? Doesn’t my life-saving grace entitle me to a few sips of your wine?”

“Really, it was a waste saving you, should have let you die in that village!”

Yellow Sword Wine replied drunkenly, retorting back.

The Boss Lady pursed her lips, but remained quite calm.

“You saved me, you marry me, you wouldn’t be at a loss marrying me, you are a cultivator, living hundreds of years, while I am just a mortal who has gone through Sinew Transforming, I might not live past seventy…why wouldn’t you dare?”

Yellow Sword Wine immediately became agitated: “Elder Jiao, look at her, she’s doing it again!”

“Scaring a person to death! I’m not drinking this wine anymore!”

With that, Yellow Sword Wine stepped out, and from his sword box, suddenly a sword light shot out slicing smoothly, splitting the round raindrops perfectly in two.

And Yellow Sword Wine also stepped onto the sword light and fled far away!

The Boss Lady stamped her foot, biting her lip, furious.

“That woman has married into the Su Family already, why can’t he forget her, who is he showing this lovesick look for?”

The Boss Lady felt indignant, even somewhat aggrieved, with tears rolling in her eyes.

“Is it just because I’m a mortal, lacking cultivation talent… unlike that woman, with dazzling talent, a Thousand Feet Genius!”

The Boss Lady wiped her tears while crouching on the ground, burying her head in a cry for a while.

The next moment, she stood up, wiping the tears away.

“I can still wait for you for thirty more years!”

“Yellow Sword Wine, let’s wait and see!”

Jiao Shaoqiu remained silent.

He looked in the direction where Yellow Sword Wine had left.

Even he did not understand.

What exactly is Yellow Sword Wine repelling?

It is said that sincerity can move even stones, a mortal woman can do so much for you, isn’t that enough?

Another thirty years on top of thirty years, a woman… how many thirty years does one have?

Is it really for that woman?

…

Crack crack!

Jingzhe brings thunder, electric snakes roam, and the rain becomes even more torrential.

Sword light tore through the rain, encompassing Yellow Sword Wine’s figure, settling on Daping, with the rainwater flowing over Qiu Ping, the sound of water like a rushing stream.

“Who… is spying on me?”

Yellow Sword Wine swept aside his unkempt appearance, his eyebrows becoming incredibly sharp.

He couldn’t even bother to argue with the Boss Lady, his heart kept beating, a secret buried deep in his heart seemed to be unveiled at this moment.

His eyes, at this moment, became incredibly sharp, as if filled with countless Sword Qi swirling within his pupils.

He raised his finger, a dazzling silver sword light swirling at his fingertips, continuously circling around.

“If you don’t come out… then I’ll be… unforgiving.”

Yellow Sword Wine clenched his fingers, the dazzling silver light burst forth, a long sword sprung like a dragon, instantly slashing out.

Sword light flowed, encapsulating supreme sharpness, as if merging with the endless rain, crackling as it hit the ground.

Suddenly, on Daping, thousands of sword marks were slashed out, like a sharp sword rain had fallen.

Endless Sword Intent, vast and overwhelming, as if blending with the torrential rain, containing fury, encapsulating accumulated madness.

However, countless silver sword scars covered Daping.

Yellow Sword Wine’s weathered hair flew about, gripping a dazzling silver long sword.

It seemed like a solo performance by one person, with no figure being forced out.

Yet, Yellow Sword Wine’s brows furrowed into a character for ‘river’.