At some point, the window had been opened, and a young man was leaning there.
His features were strikingly handsome and eerie, his skin pale, and his black hair flowing like a waterfall over his shoulders. Resting his chin on his hand, the man watched them with great interest.
In a cool and indifferent tone, he said, "Are all disciples taught by the Shangqing Sect so unscrupulous?"
"But he is indeed a beauty; you have good taste." His gaze moved from Wen Xueya to Xie Qinghan.
Wen Xueya despised anyone other than himself looking at Brother He with such eyes.
It made him uncontrollably want to gouge out the other person's eyeballs, crush them into a pulp, and feed them to the dogs.
He Mian was his. Anyone who looked would die!!!
Wen Xueya blocked the man's view, laid Xie Qinghan on the bed, and whispered softly in his ear, "Brother, sleep for a while."
As if enchanted, Xie Qinghan obediently closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Xueya turned to look at the man, his tone cold, "Who are you?"
"If you want to know, come and chase me."
With that, the man leapt into the dark night, and Wen Xueya quickly followed.
When they reached an open area, the man stopped and looked at Wen Xueya, who had followed closely, "So, it is you who inherited Cang Mang's cultivation."
The demon elder Cang Mang was dead, his soul lamp extinguished. The stone of origin that belonged to him should have lost its luster, but it had not dimmed; instead, it shone even brighter.
Wen Xueya frowned, "Who are you?"
The man stared at the beauty before him for a moment, finding this face more pleasing than the woman he had seen earlier, and condescendingly said, "Nangong Ling."
After that, he carefully scrutinized Wen Xueya and said, "Are you Wen Yuzhi's son?"
Wen Xueya did not respond.
He knew about Nangong Ling. When Jun Wuheng was the Demon Lord, Nangong Ling was his trusted elder.
Since Jun Wuheng's disappearance years ago, Nangong Ling, in order to unify the demons, temporarily commanded them as the highest elder.
Nangong Ling laughed crazily, "So, you are her child. You look so much like her. I would recognize her appearance even if it turned to ash."
"You're just as disgusting! You're only better looking in the places that resemble the lord."
By "the Lord," he naturally meant Jun Wuheng.
Wen Xueya impatiently interrupted him, "What do you want?"
"I originally planned to capture you, torture you, and then kill you."
Nangong Ling spoke slowly, his once calm and controlled gaze turning slightly mad, "But now I've changed my mind."
"I want to make you my captive, humiliate you, disgrace you, and then kill you."
Wen Xueya sneered, "Wishful thinking."
"You just looked at my person; now I want you to leave your eyes behind."
With that, several vines sprouted from behind Nangong Ling, entangling his legs.
Wen Xueya drew a dagger from his waist and leapt towards Nangong Ling, aiming the blade directly at his eyes.
...
"Mm~ No, stop it..."
Xie Qinghan unwillingly woke from his sleep, opening his eyes to stare upwards, his head foggy.
"You're awake?"
A gentle, magnetic voice erupted by his ear, sounding somewhat familiar.
Xie Qinghan's sleepiness vanished as he stiffly turned his head.
Ye Changyuan blinked at him, withdrawing the hand that had mischievously pinched his nose.
Expressionless, Xie Qinghan asked, "Is pinching my nose fun?"
Ye Changyuan nodded indifferently, "Quite fun."
"Don't you know it's very uncomfortable?"
Ye Changyuan replied frankly, "Of course, I don't know. I've never been pinched."
Just begging to be hit.
Xie Qinghan yawned, "Why is it you again?"
Ye Changyuan looked puzzled, "Does the beauty know me?"
Xie Qinghan's body stiffened. He was now in He Mian's body, meeting Ye Changyuan for the first time.
"No, I don't..."
What time was it now?
He turned to look outside. The night was still pitch black, with no sign of dawn. Where had Wen Xueya gone?
He moved his tongue inside his mouth and hissed softly in pain. Why did it hurt so much?
Had he bitten his tongue while dreaming?
"Little system, what's going on? Where did the protagonist go?"
233: "A man just called Wen Xueya away. Judging by his attire, he looked like a demon elder, Nangong Ling."
Nangong Ling? Xie Qinghan recalled the content of the original novel. He remembered this man; he was one of Wen Xueya's many pursuers.
Nangong Ling was a loyal servant of Jun Wuheng. When he was young, he took an interest in Wen Xueya's mother, Wen Yuzhi, repeatedly trying to kill her, but was always stopped by Jun Wuheng and Cang Mang.
After Wen Yuzhi's death, Nangong Ling relentlessly pursued Wen Xueya, wanting to kill him.
In the original story, he attempted to kill Wen Xueya multiple times, only to release him just before death.
He was erratic, wanting to kill him but unable to do it, as if seeing someone else through Wen Xueya. In the end, he even initiated reconciliation and ceded the position of Demon Lord to Wen Xueya.
This led to a chorus of readers shouting: "There must be an affair between Nangong Ling and Jun Wuheng!"
Otherwise, why would Nangong Ling want to kill Wen Yuzhi and then pass the Demon Lord's position to Wen Xueya? Jealousy had clearly driven him to madness.
Xie Qinghan didn't think that much. He just saw Nangong Ling as a simple lunatic!
He needed to follow them quickly.
As Xie Qinghan was about to get out of bed, Ye Changyuan tapped his acupoints.
Xie Qinghan was startled: "What are you doing?!"
"Of course, I'm taking you as a hostage to make Wen Xueya submit."
Despite his young age, Wen Xueya was ruthless and had inherited Cang Mang's cultivation.If Nangong Ling's old illness relapses, he might truly have his throat cut and his blood drained by that kid.
Ye Changyuan casually said, "Who are you and why are you approaching Wen Xueya? From what I've found, Xie Qinghan forbade anyone from aiding him."
Xie Qinghan stubbornly replied, "Can't I secretly visit Wen Xueya?"
Ye Changyuan's sharp eyes scrutinized him, showing his exceptional intuition, "Are you a disciple of Wan Jianfeng?"
"I have some acquaintance with Xie Qinghan. How about I let him see who you really are?"
Some acquaintance?
Xie Qinghan almost laughed out loud, "Go ahead and call him. Even if you shout until your voice is hoarse, he won't come."
...Wait, why did that sound so familiar?
"Ye Changyuan eyed him suspiciously, raised his hand, and took out the Qianji Paper from his sleeve. With nimble fingers, a lifelike paper crane appeared in his palm."
He cleared his throat and softly said, "Lord Juanfang, one day apart feels like three years. Tonight, under the bright moon, why don't we meet at Wen Xueya's place to reminisce?"
He glanced at the white-clad man beside him and smiled, "I've caught a little mouse. I think you'll like it."
After recording his words, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew away.
Xie Qinghan clenched his fists. "You're the little mouse! Your whole family are little mice!"
Xie Qinghan: "If Jian Fangjun hears your tone, he will definitely feel disgusted and not want to see you."
Ye Changyuan: "How do you know?"
Xie Qinghan puffed out his chest and said, "Because I'm clever and can predict the future. Are you scared? If you are, then let me go right now."
" ... "
A quarter of an hour passed, and no one came.
This was, of course, within Xie Qinghan's expectations. He was right here, how could he split himself?
Xie Qinghan said coolly, "See? He's not coming. Give up and let me go!"
Ye Changyuan seemed to be contemplating this for a moment before he let out a cold laugh.
His slightly prominent brow, deep-set eyes, and high nose bridge gave him a rugged appearance with an exotic touch. When he smiled, he looked carefree and suave, but when he frowned, he exuded a cold and imposing aura.
His tone turned chilly, "Not even a day without supervision and he's already so unruly. Does he really think he can defy my orders?"
Xie Qinghan thought gleefully, Well, there's nothing you can do. You gave me the antidote for the Ice Poison, and you still expect me to listen to you?
Keep dreaming. You'll just have to be a lone wolf licking your wounds. No more grooming sessions for you.
With a mocking grin, Xie Qinghan said, "So what if I defy you? What are you going to do about it, bite me?"
"I said he will come."
Seeing Ye Changyuan's confident expression, a strong sense of foreboding spread through Xie Qinghan.
Ye Changyuan's lips moved slightly as he muttered something and then formed a spell with his hands.
Xie Qinghan felt an intense chill surge from his internal organs, as if countless tiny seeds were being planted in his bloodstream.
At first, he could bear it, but gradually, under the spellcaster's influence, the chill took root and grew into countless sharp pains.
Xie Qinghan struggled to endure it, letting out a groan of pain as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Changyuan's keen eyes immediately locked onto him, revealing a sinister smile.
He stepped forward, lifted Xie Qinghan's chin, and wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, chuckling softly:
"Tsk, you're really not behaving. How should I punish you?"
Ahh que saudades, bem vinda de volta. Obrigado pela tradução 🥰🥰🥰
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