Shen Qianmo sighed softly. Indeed, everyone has to grow up; no one can live in a pure world forever.
"Then Qianqian should learn to protect herself," Shen Qianmo said softly. Her words were so gentle that they were almost inaudible, but Qianqian heard them and nodded solemnly.
She had always thought she was protecting the young lady, but in fact, it was the young lady who had always been protecting her, always shielding her beneath her body.
"Little girl, don't cry." Xuanming, seeing Qianqian's tearful appearance, seemed to feel sorry for her and comforted her. But his words only made Qianqian's tears flow like a burst dam.
"Little girl, don't cry." Xuanming panicked when he saw Qianqian crying harder and harder. He awkwardly reached out his hand to wipe away Qianqian's tears.
"Waaah!" Qianqian kept crying, her bright eyes like an inexhaustible spring, tears streaming down her face, her little mouth pouting pitifully. She looked as pitiful as could be.
Xuanming frowned, a hint of helplessness showing on his handsome doll-like face. He reached out and grabbed Qianqian's hair, pressing her against his chest. With a touch of determination, he said, "Little girl, since you're so sad, I'll reluctantly lend you my shoulder."
Qianqian felt her head being pressed down forcefully, and inexplicably found herself leaning against this man's chest. Although she was born into the martial arts world, Qianqian had always been well protected by Shen Qianmo and had never had such intimate contact with any man before.
Xuanming's strong heartbeat came through his chest, and Qianqian forgot to cry. She struggled to get up, her eyes red, looking at Xuanming with a dazed expression.
Seeing this, Shen Qianmo simply smiled faintly. Xuanming's mind was very simple, a fact she could see through his eyes, which was why she hadn't intervened to stop him.
"I'll leave Qianqian in your care for now." Shen Qianmo glanced at Xuan Ming, a cryptic smile playing on her lips, before chasing after Xuan Lou and Situ Jingyan away.
"Miss, Miss!" Qianqian called out to Shen Qianmo from behind, but Shen Qianmo only gave Qianqian a reassuring smile before hurriedly leaving.
Seeing Qianqian's disappointed look, Xuanming reached out and touched her hair, laughing, "Little girl. This Fire Island is full of traps, it's safer for you to stay with me."
After hearing Xuanming's words, Qianqian realized that Shen Qianmo was thinking of her safety. She had just thought that her mistress disliked her because of the trouble she had caused.
"You're the little girl!" Qianqian stood up defiantly. It was so embarrassing to have this guy see her crying so miserably. And he kept calling her a "little girl," even though he didn't seem that much older than her.
Upon hearing Qianqian's words, Xuanming narrowed his clear, innocent eyes, a bright smile playing on his lips. "I'm not a little girl. I'm a man!"
"Pfft." Qianqian couldn't help but laugh at Xuanming's words. This guy looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a baby face, and dared to call himself a man?!
"What are you laughing at?! Don't you believe me?!" Xuanming blushed when he saw Qianqian laughing so happily, and hurriedly tried to prove it.
While Qianqian and Xuanming were bickering and having a great time, Situ Jingyan and Xuanlou were in a very serious mood.
"If I remember correctly, this Heavenly Domain Cold Poison is the most potent poison of the Tang Clan, isn't it?" Situ Jingyan looked at the woman sleeping on the warm jade bed. She was about thirty years old, with delicate and graceful features. Judging from her complexion, she was indeed suffering from the Heavenly Domain Cold Poison.
Xuan Lou raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his gentle, jade-like eyes. He coldly snorted and said, "That's right! The Tang Clan is despicable! Just because the Seven Absolutes Manor refused to cooperate, they actually poisoned my mother, who is powerless to even kill a chicken."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qianmo, who had followed behind, raised an eyebrow and revealed a meaningful smile, a hint of doubt flashing in her dark eyes.
The Tang Clan and the Seven Absolutes Manor are arguably the most powerful forces in the martial arts world, second only to the Enchanting Blood Tower and the Demon Palace. They have never had any dealings with each other, so why would the Tang Clan want to harm the old lady of the Seven Absolutes Manor?!
A thoughtful glint flashed in Situ Jingyan's eyes, his obsidian-like pupils radiating a clear wisdom. A slight smile played on his lips as he said with a hint of wickedness, "The Tang Clan also wants the Xuan Tie Token?!"
Although it is a question, it is expressed with certainty.
Xuan Lou couldn't help but raise his eyes to meet Situ Jingyan's gaze. Such a powerful aura, such keen judgment! He hadn't said a word, yet this Blood Demon Lord had guessed it all so clearly?!
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Chapter Fifteen: The Fire Island Deal (Double Update, Please Support)
I had long heard of the Bloodthirsty and ruthless nature of the Bloodthirsty Pavilion, but I never imagined that its master would be such an extraordinary figure. While I admired him, I couldn't help but feel a bit wary.
Such a person would be ideal as a friend, but as an enemy, he would undoubtedly pose a formidable threat to the Seven Absolutes Manor. This person is far more terrifying than Tang Yun, the young master of the Tang Clan.
"Indeed. The Blood Demon Lord is truly meticulous." Xuan Lou collected his thoughts, a faint smile on his face, his eyes showing neither joy nor anger, neither surprise nor astonishment.
Situ Jingyan glanced at Xuanlou with a sidelong look. This Xuanlou did have some spirit. If he could use him, that would be best. But if not, he would definitely be a scourge.
"I can save your mother. However, don't forget my conditions." Situ Jingyan's cold words rang out, and a hint of relief appeared in Xuan Lou's eyes. He looked at his mother, whose eyes were still tightly closed, and made a gesture of invitation.
Situ Jingyan waved his red robe and walked casually to the old lady of Seven Absolutes Manor. His eyes were deep and calm, and no one could see what was hidden in those dark eyes.
"Jingyan," Shen Qianmo called out. She wasn't an indecisive woman, but it was, after all, a knife to the heart.
"Mo'er, don't worry." Situ Jingyan turned around when he heard Shen Qianmo's voice. His dark eyes shone with a doting and gentle light, and the wicked smile on his lips softened and became more affectionate. His red robes fluttered, making him look even more otherworldly.
Shen Qianmo smiled, her dark eyes revealing her trust and concern for Situ Jingyan. Since Situ Jingyan had decided to do this, there must be a reason. She wouldn't stop him; she would simply support him quietly.
Watching the knife plunge into Situ Jingyan's chest, Shen Qianmo felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if the knife had pierced her own flesh. A resolute yet heartbroken smile curled at the corner of her lips. Is this what empathy is? Jingyan, seeing you in pain, I feel like I'm truly in more pain than you are.
"I've already given her the Fire Fruit. I hope the young master won't go back on his word." The bleeding from Situ Jingyan's chest had stopped, but the gruesome wound on his bare chest was still a horrifying sight.
Shen Qianmo looked at Situ Jingyan, whose face was deathly pale, yet who still wore a wicked smile. In this world, it seemed that nothing could escape his calculations, and nothing could sway his mind, not even his own body.
"Thank you." Xuan Lou couldn't help but admire Situ Jingyan for being able to talk and laugh so freely even after being stabbed in the heart.
Although the Bloodthirsty Illusion is not only an exceptionally powerful martial art, but also has an immeasurable effect on wound healing, it is still a knife to the heart, and so much blood has been shed.
"Jingyan, it hurts so much here." Shen Qianmo supported Situ Jingyan, her complexion no better than his. She forced a bitter smile and said.
If she could, she really wanted to stop him. She didn't want the world; all she wanted was for him to be safe from the slightest harm.
But the world was what he wanted most. How could she bear to stop him? But Shen Qianmo didn't understand that for Situ Jingyan, the world truly couldn't compare to her.
Situ Jingyan reached out and tucked Shen Qianmo's messy hair behind her ear, his fingertips caressing her skin, a hint of heartache in his eyes, and said, "Silly Mo'er. I'm not in pain. Look, you haven't bled much."
Shen Qianmo looked down at Situ Jingyan's blood-red clothes, which seemed to have no bloodstains. If she hadn't been staring at Situ Jingyan intently, watching the gushing blood flow out, she would have almost been fooled by him.
How much blood must have been stained on those blood-red clothes?
"Jingyan, don't lie to me." Shen Qianmo reached out and gently touched Situ Jingyan's clothes. Even though the special red clothes were stained with blood, it was completely invisible. However, when she reached out, she could still feel the bloodstains that had not yet dried.
Situ Jingyan gave a helpless smile, reached out and pinched Shen Qianmo's cheek, and said jokingly, "You cunning little Mo'er, nothing can escape your eyes."