Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 130

...Black line... Absurd... Speechless...

“Master.” I said with a serious expression.

"Huh?" The dead monster had never seen me with such an expression before, and was momentarily stunned.

Do you want to go out?

He nodded frantically, blinking his big, pitiful eyes.

"Well, there's another way," I chuckled.

"What method?"

“Tell me, what is your true form? Then I’ll find you one of your kind, and you can possess it. That way, you can get out of here!” I said with a grin. “Tell me quickly, Master, what exactly is your true form?”

Master's expression changed instantly, a mixture of fear and dread appearing on his face. Then, with another whoosh, the figure—uh, the demonic figure—vanished.

I slowly poured myself another cup of tea, took a small sip, and murmured, "Hmm, the tea from Mo Yu's sect is all grown in their own tea garden, carefully processed by the maids. It tastes really good. Perhaps only Zi Ru could brew tea like this..." Zi Ru, I wonder how she is now? Has she almost finished carrying out her instructions to Jin San?

"Ah, looks like no one's here. Cough cough, no monsters want to go out? Oh well, I'll go out by myself. Goodbye, Master." I waved with a smile, stood up, and walked towards the door.

There was no sound.

hehe--

I placed my hand on the doorknob, gently pulled the door open a crack, looked at the sky outside, and murmured to myself, "This valley is so beautiful. I must have a great time this time. Wow, it must be really nice. It's just a pity there are too few people. It's not lively enough. Maybe I should just go and tease other people or animals. That would be so much fun. Master, I'll come see you again next month."

I heard teeth grinding behind me, and I suppressed a laugh.

The door opened, and I stepped out with one foot, then the other. I turned around and closed the door behind me. A weak voice came from behind the semi-transparent screen, blooming with flowers. It was muffled, as if someone had their head buried in a blanket, and sounded reluctant and embarrassed. "Squirrel."

Well?

...squirrel...

"Squirrel?!" I exclaimed.

A pillow was thrown out from behind the screen, slamming the door shut with a bang. The sounds from inside were out of control: "Stupid girl, Songhu, Song—Hu—!"

"Isn't that just a squirrel or something?" I burst out laughing, and before the monster inside could completely lose its temper, I quickly slipped away.

Chapter 294: Little Lecherous Fox

A few days later, a snow-white pine fox pet suddenly appeared out of nowhere in Moming Valley—the location of Mo Yu's sect.

The squirrel is a type of fox that lives in trees. It is similar in size to a squirrel, with a large, bushy tail, a small body, and is entirely white. It has two round little eyes and a red nose, making it look very cute.

Surprisingly, this little squirrel wasn't afraid of people at all. On the contrary, it was quite lecherous, spending its days lingering among beautiful women. It loved to snuggle up in their arms, either rubbing against them or lazily curling up, its bright eyes gleaming with a human-like light.

The maids all adored this beautiful and intelligent little fox.

This little fox's favorite thing was to stick close to Qingyan, but Qingyan always bullied it. One moment she'd grab it by the neck, the next by the ears, and occasionally, when the mood struck, she'd toss it haphazardly into the air, making everyone's hearts jump. The little fox, however, would simply flip over, lazily hook its arm around Qingyan's sleeve, and with a whoosh, slip inside. Then, Qingyan, her face flushed red, would angrily throw it out.

Everyone stared in disbelief, while the human and the fox seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The young master disliked seeing such a scene.

Every time she saw him, the elegantly smiling young master's face would darken. Without a word, he would drag Qingyan away and not return for a long time. When he returned, Qingyan's face was always flushed, and her lips had suspicious swelling. She would glare at the young master, indignant. The young master, however, would smile, his eyes full of joy.

From that time onward, the young master's flute music often rang out, gentle, ethereal, and flowing like water, always quietly drifting in a corner.

In the past, the young master rarely played the flute. His loneliness lingered in his brows and eyes, and his smiles were always cool, like the gentle yet cold water of a well in summer.

The Valley of Mystery suddenly came alive, all because of a woman from out of nowhere and a little lecherous fox that appeared out of nowhere.

Two figures, one in green and the other in blue, often appeared one after the other or at the same time, sometimes in the forest, sometimes under the flowers, sometimes in the valley, sometimes on the treetop, sometimes in the heart of the lake... Each appearance was a most beautiful sight in the eyes of the maids.

In that scene, their young masters, whether angry or laughing, all had a captivating and moving quality, reaching straight to the eyes.

very nice.

Chapter 295: Sleep

The capital of Tianxing Kingdom is Huaicheng.

Inside the secret chamber of the East Palace, there were two soft couches.

One picture shows the Crown Prince, his face as white as paper, barely breathing; the other shows Zhenhe, sitting cross-legged, healing her wounds.

Zhenhe had been sitting for a long time. He had to sit like this for a long time every day until he was exhausted and covered in cold sweat before he could stop the technique and get up. Fortunately, the backlash caused by the premature heavenly tribulation had been suppressed. As long as he persisted in healing, he would be able to recover in half a year.

However, Yuwen Ke's condition was not good.

The bleeding had long since stopped, yet he remained in a deep sleep, unresponsive to any treatment. The rare medicinal herbs in the imperial garden were nearly exhausted, barely managing to keep his vital signs from fading. His mind, however, had fallen into a profound slumber since that day, never to awaken again.

Zhenhe opened her eyes, exhaled deeply, withdrew her power, and slowly stretched out her legs to get off the soft couch.

He gazed at Yuwen Ke opposite him and sighed softly.

With a strange "ding," Zhenhe's expression turned serious. He knew it was Yuwen Ke's Shadow Sect requesting an audience. He had witnessed the establishment of Shadow Sect firsthand, and Yuwen had never hidden anything from him, just as he had never concealed any secrets of his sect from Yuwen.

With a wave of his hand, a black figure darted out from the corner, crouched down, and spoke a few words to him. Zhenhe's body trembled violently, his eyes flashing with a complex, dark light, revealing a mixture of joy, surprise, fear, and anger. After a long while, as if remembering something, he waved his hand again, and the black figure vanished.

Zhenhe hurried to Yuwen Ke's bedside, forming a sword incantation with one hand and pointing her other finger towards Yuwen's brow. After a while, wisps of white steam rose from Yuwen's brow, his eyelashes trembled, and a look of pain appeared on his face. Zhenhe spoke in a deep voice, "Yuwen, wake up quickly. That girl and Moyu are not dead. If you want to see her, you'd better wake up quickly, wake up quickly..."

The voice entered deep into Yuwen Ke's mind, the spell forcibly pulling him from his deep slumber, attempting to awaken him. A long while passed, but the person being cast showed no reaction. Zhen He, still recovering from his injuries, finally coughed up blood and had no choice but to stop.

His face turned deathly pale. He slumped to the ground, closed his eyes, and tried to regulate his breathing. He didn't see the person on the bed; suddenly, their eyelashes trembled slightly, and a glistening tear welled up from the corner of their eye, then, with a whoosh, slipped into their hair.