"What a pointless question. As long as she doesn't betray me, I can give her the happiness she wants!"
Xu Le casually flicked out a water arrow, piercing the body of the struggling silver carp on the ground and ending its life. He then glanced at the expressionless Lin Qing'er, had no interest in continuing the conversation, and turned to leave.
"Pfft, an interesting fellow from another world!"
After a long while, Lin Qing'er, who was sitting on the rock with her head down, slowly raised her head, a smile of great interest on her face, just like a child who had seen a new and interesting toy.
With slender, pale fingers, the fish gently touched the dead silver carp. A seven-colored divine light bloomed from the fingertips, healing the wounds on the silver carp's body. Its lifeless eyes slowly began to move!
"Let's go back!"
Lin Qing'er threw the silver carp in her hand into the river, and her figure gradually disappeared.
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Chapter 270: Daily Life
Inside the newly built wooden cabin by the lake, Zhao Ling'er sat cross-legged, cultivating the secret techniques of the Nuwa clan taught by her mother.
Ling'er withdrew her magic, calmed her aura, and her unique blood, characteristic of the Nuwa clan, continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen itself.
Creak!
There were three knocks on the door, and a deep male voice rang out. Zhao Ling'er stepped out and found that it was her biological father, the Witch King.
When the Witch King saw the charming Zhao Ling'er, it was as if he saw Lin Qing'er in her youth. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. When he looked at her again, he did not see Xu Le.
The Witch King was somewhat disappointed, but still wore a smile as he said to Zhao Ling'er, "You are a princess of the Nanzhao Kingdom, how can you live in such a humble place? Come back to the palace with me!"
Zhao Ling'er shook her head and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, you think this place is simple, but I find it very comfortable. The scenery around is beautiful, and my husband and I are very satisfied. As for the palace, I'm not used to it. Is there anything else you need?"
When the Witch King saw Zhao Ling'er deliberately keeping her distance, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. But thinking of the current situation, he continued to plead, "Ling'er, even though I haven't taken good care of you for the past ten years, I am still your father! Can you bear to watch me be devoured little by little? Can you bear to watch the people of Southern Xinjiang suffer in misery?"
The Witch King has become smarter! He no longer uses himself as a bargaining chip, but instead uses the people of the Southern Frontier to move Zhao Ling'er and persuade Xu Le to help him!
Ultimately, there can be no true family affection in the royal family; power can corrode a person's heart, creating countless tiny holes.
As expected, after the Witch King used the people as bargaining chips, a hint of hesitation appeared on Zhao Ling'er's face, and her seemingly hard shell was easily shattered.
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ling'er opened the door and found her mother standing at the door, dressed in a black dress, just like herself.
Even if you said the two were sisters, no one would doubt it. After all, the women of the Nuwa clan are immortal, and the two don't look that different. It's just that Lin Qing'er has a more mature charm.
"Mother, what brings you here?"
Seeing the Witch King's shocked expression, Lin Qing'er sneered, "What's wrong? Back then, I sacrificed myself to seal the Water Demon Beast, which settled the karma. Now you want to drag Ling'er down with you? Isn't that going too far!"
"Qing'er!" the Witch King called softly, his eyes pleading as he argued, "It was my fault back then, but ultimately it was the leader of the Moon Worship Cult who..."
"A man who doesn't even trust his own woman and doubts her, a king who is powerless and manipulated like a puppet, doesn't he have any shame?"
Lin Qing'er's sharp tongue was formidable; with just a few words, she made the Witch King's face turn ashen. He staggered back several steps, braced himself against the table, knocked over the water glass on it, and it fell to the ground, chipping a few times.
"Qing'er, let me explain..." The Witch King still wanted to make a final struggle.
"Get out!"
Lin Qing'er remained expressionless and spoke in an icy tone, directly interrupting the Witch King's sophistry.
Looking at the indifferent Lin Qing'er, the Witch King thought of his past actions and smiled guiltily. He waved to the servants behind him, and several servants put down large boxes filled with a large amount of silk and satin, as well as some jewelry and medicinal herbs.
The Witch King slunk away. Zhao Ling'er wanted to comfort her mother and prevent her from dwelling on the sadness of the past, but she found Lin Qing'er opening the box and rummaging through it, her face beaming with a bright smile, showing no trace of sadness.
"Ling'er, look, this dress is nice, you'll look beautiful in it!"
Looking at her mother, Zhao Ling'er suddenly felt a strange sensation. The image of her mother did not match the one in her memory. Although the appearance was the same, there was a sense of disharmony that lingered.
"What are you standing there for? Come and try it!"
"Oh!" Zhao Ling'er responded and went over to look at the brocade with her mother.
At dinner time, Xu Le carried a large fish back to the cabin. When he opened the door, he saw the brocade strips that had been cut off on the ground.
Xu Le focused his divine sense and entered the bedroom. His blood surged slightly, and a beautiful spring scene unfolded before him.
Lin Qing'er was only wearing a bra, her figure was mature, like a gift from heaven, every inch of her proportions were just right, with a prominent bust and buttocks, her skin was as white as snow, and her pink little tongue gently licked Ling'er's earlobe.
Ling'er's face flushed slightly, and the spiritual energy within her body surged, stimulating the Creation Authority in her heart and releasing her aura outward. Although weak, it made Lin Qing'er behind her smile even brighter, like a hundred flowers blooming, beautiful and charming.
The two kept trying on clothes and novel styles, while Xu Le admired the pair of twin flowers with great interest.
Is it pretty?
Lin Qing'er's cool voice came from inside the room. She slowly put on her clothes without the slightest shyness. On the contrary, Zhao Ling'er hurriedly put on her clothes, her little face as red as a ripe apple.
"Nice figure!"
Xu Le exclaimed in admiration, tossed the fish in his hand to the shadowy warrior to handle, and walked out of the house to sit by the lake.
"Are you the prince consort?"
A naive and cheerful voice rang out, and a Miao girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in traditional clothing, stood behind Xu Le, looking at him curiously.
Xu Le glanced at the handsome young man behind her. He was only about twenty years old, but he was mature beyond his years. The only thing that showed his affection when he looked at the girl from time to time was that he was still a young man!