Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 129

I can't bear to lose it...

Unable to... lose...

Mo Yu looked at Qing Yan, who was wailing loudly, his eyes shifting rapidly. His anger gradually subsided, and he sighed silently. He sat down on the grass with her, stretched out his arms, and put his arms around her.

She cried for an unknown amount of time, until the sky gradually darkened. Only then did Qingyan stop crying, exhausted. After this outburst of emotion, she felt much calmer.

Qingyan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She grabbed Moyu's collar, wiped her face haphazardly, jumped out of Moyu's arms, looked at the sky, looked at the trees, and exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Wow, where is this place? It doesn't look like Gushan!"

Mo Yu slowly stood up, looking at her with a smile, but did not reply.

Qingyan blushed, becoming increasingly embarrassed. She looked around, her eyes flickering, avoiding eye contact with Moyu. With her hands behind her back, she walked briskly forward, talking incessantly, “So beautiful! Have we ended up in another time and space? Strange, there’s no time-space barrier, how did we get here? Uh, Cheng Jue does have a time-space barrier, but he’s so stingy, he won’t give it to me…”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized what he had let slip and shut his mouth in annoyance. He walked away dejectedly.

"Still trying to keep it a secret?" Mo Yu sneered. "Did you think I didn't know?"

"What?"

Mo Yu remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I've already given you Cheng Jue's spacetime barrier."

"Uh! What did he say?!" Qingyan suddenly stopped and turned around.

"However, that spacetime barrier has already shattered..." Mo Yu softly recounted what had happened. Qing Yan was stunned.

Chapter 291: Sneer

Cheng Jue's portal to time and space... it's actually shattered? Qing Yan stared wide-eyed, utterly unable to process this news.

"Fortunately, he threw out that yellow stream of light to resist the heavenly tribulation, buying me time so I could activate my sect's most precious treasure and teleport here with you. Otherwise, it might have been quite difficult," Mo Yu said calmly, letting out a soft sigh. His sect's most precious treasure, like Cheng Jue's portal to time and space, had been destroyed in an instant.

"So, so..." Qingyan murmured blankly, "I can never go back?"

Oh my god, what should I do? The gate to time and space has shattered, and the barrier to her time and space will never be able to open again. How can she go back? Could it be that she really has to go back to the body made from her master's rib and become a thousand-year-old demon with her master?! Qingyan felt a chill and quickly hugged her shoulders.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Mo Yu took off his outer robe and wrapped it around Qing Yan.

She didn't react, letting Mo Yu lead her by the hand into the small building. He took the jade seashell from her hand, placed it on the table inside, and said with a smile, "Alright, this small building is full of spiritual energy. As long as this seashell stays here for a while, it can help that monster recover some of its spiritual power."

Qingyan woke up with a start and exclaimed happily, "Really? When will he be fully recovered?"

"It depends on the situation, I'm not too sure either." Mo Yu led Qing Yan out the door, "Let me show you around my sect first."

...

Mo Yu's words were accurate. In just ten days, when Qing Yan came again, the monster was able to talk to her inside the seashell. Although the voice was very weak, she had at least survived and her spiritual energy had recovered somewhat.

However, there was no further progress.

He can no longer cultivate, no longer use demonic arts, and can no longer automatically recover... He cannot leave the space of the small building...

★☆★☆★

With a soft creak, the door of the small building was gently pushed open, and the spiritual energy inside began to dance joyfully, with purple petals rising and falling in the air.

As Qingyan entered, a low, languid, and alluring sigh echoed from inside the building. The sigh came from the inner room, separated by a semi-transparent screen adorned with blooming flowers. A stunningly beautiful figure could be vaguely seen, reclining gracefully on a soft couch. Her slender arm moved lightly through the air, elegantly tracing a semi-circle, before she sighed again.

...Sigh... Is it really that exaggerated? It's only been a little over a month since she left the house. Qingyan chuckled to herself. A little over a month—for that playful monster, that's probably almost the limit, right?

"Master, I've come to see you!" Qingyan exclaimed joyfully.

Chapter 292: Threat

The languid figure behind the screen suddenly let out a cheer, and in the next second disappeared from behind the screen, teleporting to my side, grabbing my hand, pouting her red lips, and looking at me with extreme grievance.

"Little Yan'er, you've finally arrived! I was so bored."

His figure was semi-transparent and ethereal, and the hand that grasped mine was also illusory; apart from a faint, almost imperceptible coolness, I felt nothing. Every time I came and saw this dead monster like this, I felt a pang of unease. When he used to detach from his body, he could manifest a body just like an ordinary person; how could he be so transparent and almost invisible now?

"What's so boring? There are several beautiful women keeping you company on the balcony outside," I teased.

"And you're still talking?" Master glanced at me sideways, his eyelashes falling gently, casting two butterfly-wing-like shadows on his pale, translucent cheeks. "Those beautiful ladies wouldn't come in; they just stayed on the balcony spinning yarn."

"Yan'er, I don't want to stay here, it's so boring. Can you take me out to play?"

I looked into my master's beautiful, bright eyes, which were filled with anticipation, their depths shimmering and misty. Her cherry-red, petal-like lips trembled slightly, parted abruptly, and she looked utterly pitiful.

"Uh...it's not that I'm unwilling, Master, but you can't possibly go out like this." I slowly walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, and brought it to my lips. ...How can I find out the true form of this monster? Hehehe, thinking about how my long-cherished wish is about to come true, I'm so excited!

"Why can't I do it?" Master shouted, leaning closer with a grin. "Little Yan'er, will you possess me?"

"Cough cough cough cough... cough cough cough... You... you can't even think about it!..." I choked, my face turning red, tears streaming down my face, and I stammered angrily, clutching my neck.

"Alright, alright." Master patted my back in annoyance, trying to soothe me, "If you don't want to perform the ritual, you don't have to. Why are you coughing like this?"

Having finally stopped coughing, I angrily shoved his hand away. That damned monster! He always loved reading my thoughts, and now he's trying to possess me! The thought of a thousand-year-old monster residing within me, able to use my body while I sleep, knowing every inch of it just like I know it…

Ah! — I can't think about it, I'm going to break down...

My face flushed red, and I gave him a hard knock on the head, threatening, "You damn monster, if you dare to have that thought again, don't blame me for abandoning you!"

Chapter 293: Squirrel

He's trapped in this small building now, unable to go anywhere. If I were to throw him away, he really wouldn't be able to do anything about it. So, this threat is very effective on him right now. He panicked and grabbed my arm, tears welling up in his eyes, repeatedly saying, "Little Yan'er, no! I'll never do it again..."

Under my cold gaze, the dead monster swayed its body coquettishly, exuding a thousand kinds of charm. The way it blinked its eyes was innocent and pure, yet it exuded a deadly allure and sexiness.

"Yan'er, you're bullying me. You know perfectly well that I can't beat you right now, but you keep hitting me on the head. Besides, I can't even leave the house, how am I supposed to pick up girls? I'm so bored." He muttered under his breath.