How dare that man touch Brother He like that! I want to break his fingers one by one and then chop him up to feed the dogs!
Wen Xueya's gaze was almost like a tangible blade stabbing at Ye Changyuan.
Ye Changyuan whistled and whispered to Xie Qinghan with glee, "See that? The kid's getting jealous."
"Childish, you are angry with a child? How old are you? Three years old?"
Xie Qinghan tried to break free from his pressure points, only to be held tighter by Ye Changyuan in a show of dominance toward Wen Xueya.
Seeing Wen Xueya's face grow darker, Xie Qinghan wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
It's over. His lifetime of reputation was ruined.
Not once but twice, he had fallen into Ye Changyuan's hands.
Now his image of being wise and mighty in Wen Xueya's eyes is also ruined.
Now, even in Wen Xueya's eyes, his image of wisdom and might was destroyed.
Wen Xueya narrowed his eyes, bringing the dagger closer to Nangong Ling, and said coldly, "Let go of Brother He, or I'll kill him."
Ye Changyuan whispered to Xie Qinghan, "He calls you Brother He. What should I call you?"
Expressionless, Xie Qinghan replied, "Surname He, first name Brother. You can call me Brother He too."
Ye Changyuan smirked, "Behave, or I'll use the Ice Poison on you."
Xie Qinghan immediately corrected, "He Mian, 'He' as in 'white crane,' 'Mian' as in 'sleep in spring.'"
"He Mian, what a nice name. I'll remember it."
Nangong Ling, seeing the two whispering so brazenly, was infuriated.
These two shameless men, don't they know how to choose the right moment for a conversation?!
He immediately snapped, "Ye Changyuan, you stupid wolf, what are you waiting for?! Switch back with me now!"
Ye Changyuan smiled lazily, "Hear that? No need to rush, Nangong. I haven't forgotten you."
He turned to Wen Xueya, "After a count of three, we'll both release. Agreed?"
Wen Xueya: "Agreed."
After the count, Ye Changyuan unlocked Xie Qinghan's pressure points, and Wen Xueya retracted his dagger.
Wen Xueya secretly manipulated the vines, making them weave around He Mian to prevent the opponent from going back on their word and harming him.
As Xie Qinghan and Nangong Ling passed each other, Nangong Ling's lips curled into a sinister smile. He suddenly raised his hand, transforming his iron fan into a sword, and lunged at Xie Qinghan.
Xie Qinghan frowned, sidestepped to avoid the attack, then moved beside Nangong Ling,where the two exchanged blows.
Nangong Ling's inner strength was insufficient. He was pushed back several steps by Xie Qinghan's palm force. Immediately, vines erupted from the ground, chasing Nangong Ling.
Ye Changyuan stepped in front of Nangong Ling, waving his sleeve. A surge of powerful spiritual energy cut down the vines behind him.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Wen Xueya approached Xie Qinghan and asked with concern, "Brother He, are you okay?"
"Unharmed."
Wen Xueya's beautiful face was covered in blood, especially the wound on his shoulder, which was horrifying. His body was almost entirely covered in injuries.
Damn, how could Nangong Ling hurt such a cute person like Wen Xueya!
Xie Qinghan helped him seal his pressure points to stop the bleeding and infused some spiritual energy to stabilize his condition. "How do you feel?"
Wen Xueya coughed up the blood clogging his throat and leaned weakly into Xie Qinghan's arms, his voice faint, "It's good that Brother He is unharmed. My injuries are nothing."
"It's my fault for being too weak and making Brother He worry so much."
Xie Qinghan's heart ached for him, "Don't talk anymore."
The more Wen Xueya spoke, the more Xie Qinghan's heart hurt. Such a well-behaved child was hard to find.
On the other side, Nangong Ling wasn't in much better shape.
His internal energy had been heavily drained by Wen Xueya, and after exchanging a blow with Xie Qinghan, the spiritual power suppressing his old injuries became unstable.
His old injuries flared up, causing him intense pain throughout his limbs.
Under the eyes of everyone, his body kept getting smaller, and the spiritual clothes also shrank and clung to his body.
In moments, the pale, handsome man transformed into a child of about seven or eight years old.
With skin like white porcelain, a chubby face, almond-shaped eyes, a snub nose, cherry lips, and soft, fluffy black hair, he looked like a delicate doll in a shop window.
Why did Nangong Ling turn into a little kid? He's so short and kind of cute. I really want to ruffle his hair.
Xie Qinghan's soft spot for cute things kicked in at the worst possible moment!
Noticing Xie Qinghan's surprised gaze, Nangong Ling scowled and snarled, "What are you looking at! Stop looking! I'll kill you if you keep staring."
Standing barely to Xie Qinghan's waist, Nangong Ling's threats were entirely non-threatening.
Xie Qinghan: ...A bit fierce, but really cute.
Wen Xueya sensed that He Mian's gaze was a bit off. He let out a light hum and snuggled closer in his arms, "Brother He, it hurts."
Xie Qinghan quickly asked in a soft voice, "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Xueya pouted, "Everywhere."
His heart hurt the most. Brother He was falling for another cute kid.
Xie Qinghan: "..."
Nangong Ling stomped on Ye Changyuan's foot and looked up at him with a haughty expression, "Hey, stupid wolf, carry me."
Ye Changyuan obediently lifted Nangong Ling into his arms, bringing their eye level closer to everyone else's.
Ye Changyuan chuckled, "See, I told you not to come. You insisted, and now your old injuries are acting up. Lord Nangong has reverted to his original form."
Nangong Ling swatted his face with a tiny hand, "How dare you mock me!"
While they were catching up, a hint of malice flickered in Wen Xueya's eyes. He discreetly controlled the vines from the depths of the ground, wrapping them around Ye Changyuan.
Take advantage of his illness and kill them!
Ye Changyuan sensed the spiritual power fluctuations, glanced at Wen Xueya, and laughed, "Kid, behave. Don't try anything funny."
Wen Xueya shrank back into Xie Qinghan's arms, "Brother He, I'm so scared."
Xie Qinghan glared fiercely at Ye Changyuan, shielding Wen Xueya protectively.
Ye Changyuan, that rascal, just loves bullying people. His behavior is despicable; he's not a good wolf at all!
Xie Qinghan said, "Ye Changyuan, hand over the antidote! Otherwise, none of you will leave today!"
Nan Gongling glared fiercely at Xie Qinghan, his tone both fierce and childish: "Young one, how dare you challenge me? With just two fingers, I can..." Crush you all.
The premise is that he needs to heal his injuries first.
Just as Nan Gongling raised two fingers, Ye Changyuan grabbed them.
Ye Changyuan coaxed,"Be good, Lord Nangong. Don't use your two fingers yet. Let's leave here first."
He looked at Xie Qinghan with a gentle smile."He Mian, I won't give you the antidote. We'll meet again in the future. Until next time."
With that, he crushed the teleportation talisman in his hand. A teleportation array appeared at his feet, emitting a rising white light.
Before Xie Qinghan could react, the two had already vanished.
All that remained was Nan Gongling’s powerless threat, “You just wait…”
The lingering echo filled with resentment.
Wen Xueya asked, "Who was that man just now? He mentioned an antidote. Are you poisoned, Brother He?"
"That was Ye Changyuan, the Palace Master of Qianyan Palace, known as Wu Wangzun. The poison in me is nothing serious, you don't need to worry."
Xie Qinghan didn’t want Wen Xueya to be troubled by it.
"Were you frightened tonight? I’ll take you to Baicao Peak for treatment first."
Xie Qinghan picked up Wen Xueya in his arms. Wen Xueya carefully held onto his neck, nuzzling gently, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
However, Brother He seemed to have a good relationship with Ye Changyuan. That man was extremely annoying and needed to be dealt with.
Then no one would compete with him.
Xie Qinghan took Wen Xueya to Baicao Peak, avoiding crowded areas along the way.
Baicao Peak was usually sparsely populated and indifferent to outside affairs. With the ongoing Qingtan Conference, many visiting cultivators were around.
Even with Xie Qinghan posing as He Mian, no one would suspect him.
After the physician treated and bandaged Wen Xueya’s wounds, Xie Qinghan carried him back to the thatched cottage and settled him on the bed.
Just as he was about to leave, Wen Xueya grabbed his hand, looking down and murmuring, "Brother Crane, could you stay with me tonight? Please stay with me?"
Stay with him? Did he mean sleep together?
Xie Qinghan had never slept in the same bed as Wen Xueya before, mostly because he was still a bit scared.
Wen Xueya was undeniably attractive but was ultimately a poisonous flower with thorns.
Xie Qinghan asked, "What’s wrong? Why do you want me to stay with you tonight?"
"I'm afraid of having nightmares."
Seeing his hesitation, Wen Xueya gave a bitter smile, "Am I asking too much? Brother Crane has his own things to do... If you really can't stay, just forget I asked."
Xie Qinghan remained silent for a while.
It was normal for anyone to be scared after such an event. Despite being strong, Wen Xueya was still the protagonist who suffered.
What does the protagonist need when he is scared and uneasy?
Of course, he needs the main hero to personally comfort him!
Xiao Jinghan is also likely eager to accompany Wen Xueya.
Once Xie Qinghan figured this out, he said to Wen Xueya, "How about I ask Xiao Jinghan to come see you?"
The smile on Wen Xueya's face froze.
Xie Qinghan continued, "You have a pretty good relationship with Xiao Jinghan, right? You like him a lot, and he likes you a lot too. I understand your current fear, but we're just friends. Your relationship with Xiao Jinghan is much closer."
Wen Xueya's eyes dimmed.
"If he could come to see you and sleep by your side, you wouldn't have to be afraid."
After finishing, Xie Qinghan looked up and noticed that Wen Xueya had silently moved right in front of him.
Wen Xueya's expression was unfamiliar and cold, with a chilling dagger pressed against Xie Qinghan's neck.
Is the protagonist so stealthy in their actions?
Xie Qinghan froze. "Wha... what's wrong?"
Wen Xueya touched Xie Qinghan's cheek and asked,"Brother He, I have a question that I have been thinking about for a long time."
Xie Qinghan swallowed. "What question?"
"Who exactly are you? You know when I am in trouble and can come to me quickly when I need you. You even know who I am friends with."
"Who exactly are you?"
Wen Xueya's peach blossom eyes glistened with tears, his pale pink lips slightly parted, his gentle words like lovers' whispers.
"Brother He, I hope you think carefully before you answer this question."
"If you answer incorrectly, it could mean death."
Wen Xueya thought that if He Mian answered incorrectly, he would personally end He Mian's life.
After all, he liked He Mian so much.
If He Mian must die, he should die by his hand!
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