Why isn't my heart on fire? Bai Xiaolou sighed inwardly, if it were on fire, he could have dried up the water stain. But now, what method could quickly dry this mess without him noticing?

  Bai Xiao stared blankly at Tang Feng's shoulder, the more she thought about it, the more tangled she became, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

  Suddenly, Tang Feng took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

  It's all over! Bai Xiaolou let out a mournful cry in his heart, this time he was done for.

  Tang Feng turned his head and took a look at Bai Xiaolou, only to find that she was staring at him with a rather strange gaze. He couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

  Bai Xiaoluo quickly averted his gaze: "Nothing." As he spoke, he prayed in his heart that Tang Feng wouldn't notice the anomaly on his shoulder. But what he feared most happened, and Tang Feng asked again: "How did my shoulder get a patch of water? It feels so cool!"

  Bai Xiaoluo lowered his head all the way down to his chest, and with both index fingers intertwined, he kept drawing circles.

  "Oh......" Tang Feng let out a meaningful "oh" and looked at Bai Xiaolou with a sly gaze, saying: "Could it be you......"

  Bai Xiaoyan raised a pink fist and hit Tang Feng's eye socket, saying in a mosquito-like voice: "Don't say anything else."

  Tang Feng let out a pained cry, stars flashing before his eyes as he almost fell off the tree trunk. He managed to steady himself with great difficulty, covering one eye as he looked at Bai Xiaolou and burst into a string of strange laughter.

  Bai Xiaoluo was even more embarrassed and ashamed, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

  "I see." Tang Feng nodded repeatedly, the water stain on his shoulder was quite mysterious. It hadn't rained here, and even if it had, it wouldn't have only wet this one spot. Moreover, there were a few strands of Bai Xiaochun's hair on his shoulder, and Tang Feng could guess what had happened with just his toes.

  It's just that I didn't think of it, a high-ranking Tianjie expert would have such a problem even when sleeping! Tang Feng thought about it more and more, feeling amused, but also embarrassed to laugh out loud, holding back with great difficulty, his mouth corners almost reaching his ears.

  "You're still smiling!" Bai Xiaolou raised his head, just in time to see Tang Feng staring at him with a rather strange gaze, his face beaming like a flower, yet not making any sound.

  "Stop smiling!" Tang Feng quickly suppressed the laughter, and said seriously: "Who doesn't have some small quirks? Don't mind it, this matter is known to heaven and earth, you know I know, I absolutely won't speak out of turn."

  Tang Feng suddenly changed his tone and sneered: "I think you often take out the pillow to sun it, it should be for this reason?"

  Bai Xiao lazily glared at Tang Feng with puffed cheeks, just about to give him another punch when his expression suddenly changed and he said in a low voice: "There's a horse carriage coming this way."

  Tang Feng also became serious on horseback, listened attentively for a moment, but didn't hear anything.

  He knew his own boundaries were not as good as Bai Xiaolou, even if his five senses were more acute, he couldn't reach her level. After about half a stick of incense time, Tang Feng finally heard the sound of horseshoes coming this way.

  He stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, and Tang Feng saw that about five miles away, there was a luxurious carriage being driven by four high-headed horses, speeding along.

  Bian Nanfeng's carriage was really too recognizable, he seemed to be afraid that others wouldn't know how noble he was, and had decorated a single carriage with great luxury.

  "It's them!" Tang Feng crouched down and instructed Bai Xiaolou, "You take care of the coachman, I'll go kill Bian Nanfeng."

  "Be careful." Bai Xiaolou said worriedly, "Bian Nanfeng is a mid-grade Xuan stage cultivator. Although he's injured, it won't be easy to kill him. Just stall him and I'll come help you after dealing with the charioteer."

  Tang Feng smiled and didn't refute, turning around to climb onto a big tree on the other side of the road, hiding his figure.

  The horse carriage was getting closer and closer, the driver was still the same one as last time, he was driving the horses while observing the surroundings from time to time, very vigilant.

  Inside the carriage, Bian Nanfeng's face was gloomy, his fists clenched tightly as he kept recalling the humiliation he suffered yesterday, the most humiliating experience since childhood.

  As the young master of the Giant Sword Sect, Bian Nanfeng had been pampered since childhood and could get whatever he wanted. Moreover, his innate talent was quite impressive, having formed a Lianyuan Heart at the third rank of Lianyuan cultivation, which made his father have high expectations for him. He also had a high opinion of himself, as people with good talent often have a sense of pride.

  Juxiandao has developed rapidly over the years, and with it, Nan Feng's reputation has also risen. On Juxiandao's territory, who doesn't address him as "Young Master"? But after arriving at Tianxiu, not only did those few old women fail to show respect, but even Tianxiu's disciples made things difficult for him.

  Tang Feng! One of these days I'll break through Tianxiu and I must tear you to pieces! Bian Nanfeng secretly harbored a ruthless intent in his heart.

  There's still Mo Liu Su! This young master must train her to be the most obedient slave, making her do whatever he wants. And that woman, thinking of the woman in white clothes, Bian Nanfeng's emotions became uncontrollable and his cheekbones ached even more.

  Yesterday, that woman used the giant sword to slash herself at least ten times! This vendetta must be avenged! Isn't she just a low-ranking cultivator? The Giant Sword Sect has five Heaven-stage experts, and any one of them can capture her alive.

  Ling'er stretched out her small hand beside him and said softly: "Young Master, don't be angry!"

  "How can I not be angry? How can you expect me not to be angry?"

  "Young master, Ling'er has a good way for you to vent your anger!" Ling'er giggled.

  "What's going on?" asked Bian Nanfeng.

  Ling'er batted her eyelashes and smiled, saying: "Young Master isn't resentful of Tang Feng, is he? Since those two women acknowledged in public that they are Tang Feng's women, then later when the Young Master has gained power, he can humiliate those two women in front of Tang Feng, definitely making Tang Feng wish for death but unable to die. This way, all three of them will be taught a lesson."

  Bian Nanfeng's eyes lit up, and his depressed expression was swept away. He smiled and said: "This idea is not bad. I'll humiliate them three times a day, let Tang Feng watch with wide eyes to see the consequences of going against me, Bian Nanfeng, and let those two know the consequences of choosing the wrong man!"

  Ling'er climbed up the neck of Bian Nanfeng like a snake, holding out a cup of wine: "Alright young master, this vendetta will definitely be avenged, but there's no rush for now. Young master, have a sip of wine to moisten your throat first."

  Bian Nanfeng reached out and pinched Ling'er's chest, saying: "You're quite vicious, but that suits my taste."

  Just as Bian Nanfeng was about to put the wine cup to his lips, the carman outside suddenly shouted loudly: "Who's there?" Immediately a burst of whirring sound came, and the horses all neighed in unison.