The silver-haired boy was clearly heading in the direction of the three girls.
If these guards don't show up soon, the consequences will be unimaginable!
"Go back, we're safe." Dongfang Yao's voice suddenly rang out, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
The guards were stunned: "But, Miss Yao'er..."
"Go back! I won't say it a third time!" Dongfang Yao's tone even carried a rare hint of assertiveness.
The guards looked at each other, puzzled.
The Soul Saint Guard Captain, who was in charge, repeatedly scanned Dongfang Jing's entire body and the unique purple prismatic earring on his left ear. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was filled with extreme shock and disbelief!
He immediately raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Retreat! Conceal!"
The guards of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School quickly retreated and disappeared into the shadows once again.
But they didn't go far, quietly observing what would happen next.
Seeing this, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but smile, feigning surprise as he teased, "You've really grown up, Miss Yao'er?"
Hearing that incredibly familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice, Dongfang Yao's body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head even further.
Mingming longed to see her brother day and night.
But when the fantasy comes true, anxiety and fear follow.
She was afraid.
She was afraid that her brother would no longer be the gentle and doting brother she remembered.
She was afraid that her older brother wouldn't like her now that she was grown up.
Even though they kept in touch through letters, sharing their recent situations.
But a full five years apart is enough to change too many things.
Things remain the same, but people are not.
Will this gap in their growing years create a barrier between them?
Even though she knew that time would eventually heal all wounds.
But the fear I feel at this moment is incredibly real.
At this moment, Dongfang Jing stood still, patiently waiting for his sister to turn around.
What seems like a rare case of high emotional intelligence?
That's not actually the case.
Because he himself didn't know what expression or tone to use when facing his sister, whom he hadn't seen for five years and who had grown into a beautiful young woman.
At this moment, the young couple is behaving like they're meeting in person after an online romance.
Full of anticipation yet also apprehensive about returning home, hesitant and afraid to move forward.
This stalemate can't go on forever.
Dongfang Jing took a deep breath, turned his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing standing next to Yao'er, and said in a calm tone: "Long time no see, thank you for taking care of Yao'er all this time."
Zhu Zhuqing tensed up when her name was called.
She glanced quickly at Yu Xiaogang, who was being helped by Flander and receiving emergency bandaging to stop the bleeding. Yu Xiaogang was in so much pain that his face was pale.
In the Starry Sky Forest, the terrible experience of being so scared that he wet himself came flooding back to him.
This person is still so cruel!
She quickly waved her hands, her voice hurried with nervousness: "No, no, no! It's Yao'er who has taken such good care of me! And thank you for indirectly taking such good care of me too!"
As she spoke, she solemnly bowed slightly to Dongfang Jing.
"Zhu Qing!" Dai Mubai's eyes widened in fury at the sight!
He seemed to understand why Zhu Zhuqing had always been so cold and distant towards him!
She probably already has another man outside, right?
This woman is clearly my personal possession!
Rage instantly overwhelmed reason!
"You stinky thing!" Dai Mubai roared and was about to rush forward.
However, the words had barely left his mouth!
Another blue and pink butterfly appeared out of nowhere in front of Dai Mubai!
This time, everyone's attention was highly focused!
"Hmph!" Li Yusong, who was on guard duty, snorted and instantly obtained his Martial Soul Dragon Pattern Staff, bringing with him a whooshing sound!
call!
A sweeping motion of the staff!
"Crack!" A crisp sound, like a mirror shattering!
The butterfly was shattered by the dragon-patterned staff, turning into blue and pink specks of light that dissipated into the air.
"Mirror? Mirror?" A jolt of electricity ran through Tang San's mind.
He finally recognized it—the signature silver hair and the unique mirror-like martial spirit—and exclaimed in shock, "You are..."
But Ning Rongrong called out his name even faster than him.
"You are Dongfang Jing! Yao'er's brother!"
Ning Rongrong's expression was as if she had seen a ghost; her mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg. "But you're not."
Is he dead?
Dongfang Jing didn't explain much, but simply nodded slightly to Ning Rongrong, his tone steady: "I remember we met once before, but we didn't get to talk. Thank you for always being there for Yao'er. As for your father, I will personally visit him when I have time."
Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, her expression blank for several seconds.
The amount of information was too much for her little brain to process.
Yao'er's brother wasn't dead after all?
etc.
Does Yao'er know he's not dead?
etc!
Is he the person Yao'er likes?
Wait a minute?!
My best friend! Your taste is so wild!
Ning Rongrong's facial expressions changed rapidly, which was quite fascinating.
She simply gave up thinking and decided that she would definitely grab Yao'er and ask her for an explanation later!
"Yao'er, can you turn around so I can take a good look at you?" Dongfang Jing took off his sunglasses, revealing his deep purple eyes.
His voice was slightly lower than Dongfang Yao remembered.
But his tone was even gentler.
Dongfang Yao felt as if her heart had been gently tickled by a feather, a tingling and numb sensation.
She gave a soft "hmm," her voice slightly nasal, and slowly turned around, tilting her head back slightly so that their eyes met.
Before long, Dongfang Yao felt her cheeks burning and she could barely hold on.
She thought she would be able to handle things calmly and confidently when she saw her brother again.
But the reality was that her shyness made it extremely difficult for her to even look directly into those eyes.
"Brother," she called softly, with a touch of coquettishness.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and a layer of misty tears welled up.
Five years! A full five years!
I finally saw my brother alive and breathing again!
As if they were telepathically connected,
An impulse to get closer to each other arose simultaneously in the hearts of the brother and sister.
Dongfang Jing bent down, opened his arms, and gently embraced his younger sister, who had become much thinner but also much taller.
"Brother, I just finished running, I'm sweaty," Dongfang Yao said, somewhat embarrassed as she came to her senses.
Dongfang Jing gently ruffled her hair, hugged his little sister tighter, and teased her with a doting smile, "Our Yao'er smells so good, how could your brother dislike you? But you, you've grown into a big girl, and you still cry so easily?"
Dongfang Yao did not respond, but shook her head vigorously and buried her face deeply in her brother's neck.
Her arms, like vines, tightly wrapped around his back.
Her body pressed tightly against his, as if she wanted to crush herself into his bones and never be separated again.
"Brother." She called out again, greedily inhaling the familiar scent that belonged only to her brother, the scent that made her feel incredibly safe and that made her want more!
Sure enough, nothing has changed!
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