Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 142

Mo Yu breathed a silent sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and an old voice cried out in pain, complaining repeatedly, "Ouch, you brat, my head hurts so much..." Before it could finish speaking, its head was covered.

Master?! Mo Yu was stunned.

Everyone fell silent. Then a dark shadow suddenly rose from the ground and disappeared into the forest.

"Qingyan..." Yuwen Ke's voice carried a strange tone, filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Qingyan, don't go!!" The urgent tone carried such anxiety.

Mo Yu hurriedly walked in.

The first thing you see is the two people standing right in the middle.

One turned away, trying to leave, while the other clung tightly to her arm, staring at her with such focused, ecstatic gaze, her body trembling slightly with excitement, her lips quivering as she murmured, "Qingyan, is it really you? Qingyan?! You've come to see me, haven't you? You've forgiven me, haven't you? Qingyan..."

A sudden storm raged in Mo Yu's eyes, turning them dark and gloomy. His face darkened.

"Mo'er..." A familiar, pitiful voice interrupted his attention.

He turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest slumped on the ground amidst the fallen leaves. His brow was furrowed, his face contorted in pain. He looked at him pleadingly, one hand half-stretched out, rubbing his head. The other hand pointed accusingly at Qingyan—or rather, at Qingyan's sleeve.

The old Taoist priest, his face contorted in a mournful expression, desperately tried to appear pitiful, hoping to evoke his disciple's sympathy and indignation. Waaah... What a run of bad luck... Seriously, what did he do to deserve this? He only saw the pine fox run away, and the girl was lost in thought, so he tried to steal back his things, but who knew she would suddenly turn around and, oh dear, run him over...

Chapter 333: Taking You Back

Qingyan kept her back turned, refusing to turn around or make a sound.

"...Qingyan?..." Yuwen Ke's ecstasy gradually subsided, and a sense of unease and uncertainty quietly rose up. He suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Qingyan, why won't you look at me? Qingyan, turn around, Qingyan..." His voice carried a hint of panic, even a pleading tone. He had never seen Qingyan like this before, giving him a profound sense of loss, as if he were suddenly standing alone on a cliff, terrified and helpless.

“…Qingyan…” he whispered.

Qingyan made a move. She gently reached out with her other hand and pried open his fingers, one by one, which were tightly gripping her arm. Then, she took a step back.

Yuwen Ke stood there blankly as she moved, until his hand suddenly felt empty, and then his heart seemed to empty as well, empty, drifting aimlessly, bewildered and without anything to cling to.

Almost instinctively, he wanted to reach out and grab her again. Qingyan subtly turned to the side, avoiding him without him noticing.

"Qingyan..." His face suddenly turned deathly pale as he stared at his outstretched hand, his eyes filled with nothing but confusion.

A snow-white little pine fox ran over and circled around Qingyan's feet.

Qingyan bent down, picked up Songhu, looked up at him, and said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Yuwen Ke opened his mouth, then suddenly fell silent. A chill crept up from the depths of his heart, enveloping him boundlessly; such profound loneliness and emptiness frightened him, yes, frightened him.

"Qingyan." He spoke with difficulty, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions as he looked at her expressionless face. He stared greedily at her features, his gaze slowly sweeping over her delicate face and exquisite nose. A surge of suppressed emotion welled up inside him, so many words he wanted to say, so many intense feelings, but under her cool gaze, they all suddenly became stuck in his throat. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out only one sentence, "Qingyan, I've come to find you."

"What do you want from me?" she asked indifferently.

“…I’ll take you back,” Yuwen Ke said slowly.

Qingyan paused for a moment, then said, "I'm not going back. You can leave."

Yuwen Ke stared intently at her, his gaze fixed on her eyes, a look of extreme pain gradually rising within them. "Qingyan, do you hate me?"

Chapter 334: How could this be?

Qingyan swayed slightly, paused, and quickly said, "I don't hate her."

“You’re lying.” He gave a bitter laugh. “You clearly hate me. You hate me… hate me for what? Hate me for hurting that monster, don’t you?… Qingyan, Qingyan, I’ve treated you so well, yet I’m still less than a monster?” A deep anger suddenly surfaced in his eyes. He took a step forward, grabbed her arm, and glared at her fiercely. “Why?!”

"Let go of me!" Her arm hurt terribly, and Qingyan screamed uncontrollably as she tried to push his hand away. "Let go, Yuwen Ke!"

"I won't let go!" Yuwen Ke roared, grabbing her shoulder with his other hand. "Qingyan, you like that monster, don't you? Don't you?!" Otherwise, why would she have acted like that, disregarding her own life and death, rushing straight into the center of the heavenly tribulation?!

Awakening from his coma, he couldn't sleep every night. Every night, the moment he closed his eyes, a single image would relentlessly swirl in his mind, causing him excruciating pain and leaving him almost breathless.

In the scene, a woman, disheveled and covered in blood and dust, her long hair disheveled, spread out as she runs at breakneck speed, obscuring her face and making her expression unreadable. Like a frenzied little beast, she runs recklessly, one shoe missing, her bare feet stained with blood, rushing at incredible speed towards the all-consuming white light.

Each time, he would wake up in a cold sweat, terrified, and would not dare to fall back asleep for a long time.

A single thought gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, keeping him restless day and night. Ignoring his still extremely weak body, he practiced his martial arts frantically, day and night. He had to recover as soon as possible; he had to take her by his side and never allow anyone else to covet her again! Qingyan was his… she was his!

"You like him, don't you?! Don't you?!?!?" Yuwen Ke's eyes were churning with madness, his heart breaking with pain.

Qingyan, Qingyan, how could you...

How could this be...?

Suddenly, a white shadow rose from Qingyan's arms. Yuwen Ke cried out in surprise, abruptly released his grip, and staggered back a few steps. He covered his face with one hand and held a snow-white pine fox in the other, his eyes gloomy and his face icy.

Chapter 335: Never Live Alone

The small, snow-white cricket curled gently into a ball in his hand, a bright red dot on its nose and a faint trace of blood on its paw. Warm liquid was gently welling up in the palm of his left hand, which he held to his face.

Unexpectedly, he, the dignified crown prince and the world's number one assassin, was caught off guard and injured by a mere pine fox. Yuwen Ke couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed.

He pursed his lips, reaching out to throw the beast high into the air, when he suddenly heard Qingyan cry out in alarm, "No!"

His hand froze in mid-air.

Yuwen Ke looked up and saw Qingyan's anxious expression, her gaze fixed on the pine fox in his hand, filled with worry. He had seen this kind of concern in her eyes before, when he was drunk and her anger had caused him chest pain, and she had rushed to him in a panic. At that time, her eyes were only for him.

His heart softened suddenly, and he slowly withdrew his hand.