"...How could a fairy be covered in injuries?"
"To save face for mortals, sigh, actually I want to go to the Qing Dynasty. With my fluent English and authentic London-Hainan accent, I can promote friendship between China and foreign countries, become a translator minister, and fall in love with the princes. The princes will definitely say that this woman is so cute, talented, and special. I will be torn between the princes' deep affection for me..." Seeing the puzzled look on Liu Ying's face, Xue Qing said again, "What, don't you understand? This is called philosophy."
Liu Ying didn't speak, but lowered her head to kiss Xue Qing again. Xue Qing tried to kiss her, but Liu Ying kept turning her head to avoid her.
"Do you remember the sentence you told me to remember? 'Everyone loves me, I love everyone; if people don't love me, I don't love them; if people love me, I may not love them; if people don't love me, I definitely won't love them.' I want to add a sentence to the end: 'Since people love me, do you know that my love for them has been long-standing?'" Liu Ying said.
Liu Ying's eyes were as clear as a stream, making Xue Qing unable to refuse any longer. Their moist lips met, and sweetness spread in their warmth. If life could continue like this, with such a beautiful woman by his side, how fortunate he would be.
After lunch, Zhi Qiu came to change Liu Ying's dressing. Just as she finished, Xue Qing limped over. Seeing Xue Qing's aggressive approach, Zhi Qiu quickly hid to the side. Liu Ying was about to get up to greet her when Xue Qing pushed her down onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and straddled her: "Tell me! The antidote is fake, isn't it?!"
Bai Xichen followed Xue Qing into the house, standing far away from Zhi Qiu.
"Is Miss Xue able to walk again? Wasn't she burned in her tendons?" Zhi Qiu asked, seeing Xue Qing's lively and energetic appearance.
"No," Bai Xichen replied calmly.
"...Then?" Bai Xichen's composure sometimes gave Zhi Qiu a headache.
Bai Xichen covered his ears and said, "Hurry up and plug your ears."
Although Zhi Qiu didn't know the reason, she did as Bai Xichen said. Before long, Xue Qing's deafening screams echoed in the room. Bai Xichen and Zhi Qiu exchanged a glance, meaning that this was the consequence of running around after being injured.
Xue Qing and Liu Ying burned paper money for the original Xue Qing. Whether her death was a blessing or a curse for her was unknown. She no longer had to stay in the cold prison of the Martial Alliance, nor did she have to despair after seeing Yan Ming's ruthless face. But if she had experienced all of this, would she regret it? In the final moment of the ending, when she passed away, did she regret it?
"Fairy, is there really an afterlife?" Liu Ying asked, looking up at the starry sky.
The afterlife... Maybe the original Xue Qing transmigrated into my body. She can't read traffic lights, and she'll definitely get hit by a car when crossing the street. Will she be rescued by a rich young master? That must be it, that's how it's written in novels.
“In my hometown, she could live a happier life than she does now,” Xue Qing replied.
Where is your hometown? Paradise?
"Pah, your home is paradise. Where I come from is unimportant. What matters is that I will be by your side in the future." Xue Qing smiled wickedly. Reading too many novels has its advantages; she has a whole repertoire of ways to coax men.
Liu Ying shivered, feeling as if she were being targeted by a vengeful spirit.
"What was your original name?" Firefly looked up at the sky and asked.
"Xue Qing".
"I'm asking what your original name was?"
"Xue Qing".
"...I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"My real name is Xue Qing!"
The world of martial arts continues to surge forward, and it will not stop because of her injury or his injury. Just when Xue Qing thought she could rest and recover in peace, the people from Kunlun Palace quietly arrived at Qilin Mountain. More than a hundred disciples surrounded Qilin Pavilion, and Xiao Guiying naturally had to come out and ask questions, half politely and half questioningly.
The leader of the Kunlun Palace was the tall Meng Yin, who wore a black high-necked dress and had a more gloomy face than usual, as if she were attending someone's funeral. Facing Xiao Guiying, she spoke emotionlessly like a broadcaster: "Lingyu Sect's Xue Qing is in cahoots with the Underworld. On my master's orders, I request the Martial Alliance to make a judgment on her."
“This is a matter of great importance. Even if it is the Palace Master of Kunlun, he needs to provide evidence for this statement.” Xiao Guiying did not believe it.
"People from the underworld all carry moths on their bodies. Is there a young master surnamed Bai in your establishment? A search will tell you."
"If we find nothing, please apologize to the guests of Qilin Pavilion who have been disturbed," Cheng Ling said, waving her sleeve and ordering her men to search.
Suddenly, people from Qilin Pavilion and Kunlun Palace surrounded Bai Xichen's room. Bai Xichen was preparing medicine when he stood up and was immediately surrounded. Several guards began searching Bai Xichen's belongings and clothing. Xue Qing and Liu Ying rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Xue Qing hurriedly asked, "What are you doing!"
Meng Yin raised an arm to block Xue Qing: "Uncle Xue, just wait here. Whether it is true or not, we will make a decision in a while."
"Sect Master, we've found these." A guard walked over and said, holding a bamboo tube and a jade pendant from the Lingyu Sect. It was originally Liu Ying's sect's jade pendant, which Xue Qing gave to Bai Xichen as a thank-you gift when they first met.
Xiao Guiying unscrewed the bamboo tube, and several fat, green moths flew out. Xiao Guiying swung his knife and killed all the moths, his expression solemn. Moths were unique communication tokens in the Underworld. Everyone in the Qilin Pavilion knew that Bai Xichen and Xue Qing were acquainted. Xiao Guiying had been in contact with Xue Qing a lot and could not accept it emotionally, but in the face of the evidence, he, as the head of the pavilion, could not deny it.
Liu Ying had never seen a moth before. Xue Qing had once been the owner of a moth, and both she and Bai Xichen knew what this meant. Xue Qing tried to explain, but couldn't find a reason. Should she say that the moth flew into Bai Xichen's arms on its own? Clearly, all the blame was being placed on Xue Qing. Bai Xichen was just a victim of this scheme. Did they really want to drive her to her death? Xue Qing glared angrily at Meng Yin. The tall woman showed neither distress nor smugness. To them, Xue Qing was a huge stumbling block, but they never expected to go to such lengths to bring her down.
"Put all those involved in this matter in jail. This matter needs to be discussed and decided by all the relevant sects and factions," Xiao Guiying said after a period of silence.
Author's Note: ╭(╯3╰)╮ Thank you TCJ for the generous ticket!
Another bald head
Another bald head
In the dark underworld, a maidservant brought a basin of water to wake Nangong Luoluo. The moment she opened the door, her eyes fell on the woman lying stiffly on the bed, and her scream echoed through the deathly silence of the underworld.
Having pinpointed the source of the sound to Nangong Luoluo's room, Yan Ming immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over. Nangong Luoluo was lying on the bed wearing only a thin shirt, her pale face had turned blue, and the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth had congealed into a dark blood clot.
"Luo Luo! Luo Luo!" Yan Ming picked up Nangong Luo Luo and shook her violently, as if trying to shake out all the poison from her body.
Before Yan Ming, the maid was so frightened that her mind went blank. She stood at the door, holding a basin of water, trembling uncontrollably. Yan Ming roared at her, "Go and call the Heavenly Dao Lord! If she dies, I will make you all pay with your lives!"
"Yes, yes...yes!" The maid threw down the basin and rushed off to rescue the person. She returned shortly after, her legs trembling, and knelt on the ground, saying, "Master, the Heavenly Lord is not here. The guards said he has been gone for several days and has not returned yet."
"Bai! Xi! Chen!" Yan Ming's eyes blazed with fury as he slammed his fist into the bedpost, causing a crack to appear around it.
Xue Qing pressed down on Liu Ying's hand. His injuries hadn't healed yet, and he wasn't fit to fight. Even if he hadn't been injured, it was possible for him to escape alone, but it was highly unlikely that he could escape unscathed with a seriously injured person and two people who didn't know martial arts. The four of them were temporarily imprisoned in the Qilin Pavilion's cell. Xue Qing's status was prominent, so they would have to wait for the leader of the Lingyu Sect to come in person.
Qilin Pavilion still had some humanity; the cells were kept spotless, and dry straw was laid on the floor, making the prisoners feel at home. Xue Qing sat on the straw, her hands reaching out and grabbing at the air.
"What are you doing?" Firefly asked, puzzled.
"Find my personal space," Xue Qing replied.
"What?" Zhi Qiu listened from the side, but didn't understand.