Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Lu Xueqi seemed to want to say something more, and wanted to lean in and kiss him again.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly jolted awake, regaining some of his senses.

He turned his head away from her lips, his voice hoarse and unlike his own: "No... Junior Sister Lu, let me... let me calm down..."

Lu Xueqi paused, looking at his panicked and dodging appearance, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper persistence.

She didn't force him, but simply held him tightly around the waist, preventing him from escaping.

"Okay, calm down. But Jiang Xiaochuan, what's the answer? I need an answer."

Answer?

What's the answer?

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was still a complete mess.

To give them a chance or not?

Do you like it or not?

Do you love me or not?

He had no idea!

He doesn't even understand what's going on!

How did Lu Xueqi suddenly fall in love with him?

It's still so...so intense?

How will he face her after this?

How should I talk to her?

How can we practice swordsmanship together?

"I...I don't know..." he murmured, his eyes darting around in a panic, unable to look at her.

"Junior Sister Lu, you have absolutely no idea...you don't know what kind of person I am...you don't understand me...we..."

"I don't need to know."

Lu Xueqi interrupted him, her voice returning to its usual cool tone, but with a resolute quality.

It doesn't matter what kind of person you are. If you don't understand now, you can get to know me slowly later. It doesn't matter if you don't love me now, you will fall in love with me later.

She paused, then leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive earlobe. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she whispered, her words carrying a certain ambiguous implication.

"Love grows over time, let's take it slow. We have a long life ahead of us, Jiang Xiaochuan."

She gently bit his earlobe and felt his body tremble violently.

"and."

She stepped back slightly, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously.

"I'm not as perfect as you imagine. I also have many... aspects that you don't know about. We can change together, slowly."

After saying that, she pulled the still dazed Jiang Xiaochuan to a flat, large blue stone, pressed his shoulder, and made him sit down.

Then she sat down next to him, very close, almost with her legs touching.

She reached out and gently pulled Jiang Xiaochuan's stiff body close, pressing his head into the crook of her slightly thin but unusually warm shoulder. With her other hand, she naturally wrapped her arms around his waist, half-embracing him.

Jiang Xiaochuan was like a puppet, letting her do whatever she wanted.

My mind is a jumbled mess, countless thoughts exploding and then extinguishing like fireworks.

Lu Xueqi's confession, Lu Xueqi's forceful kiss, Lu Xueqi's words, the fragrance emanating from her, the feel of her lips, her body's reactions...

All of these factors combined caused his CPU to completely overload and crash.

He leaned stiffly against Lu Xueqi's shoulder, his nose filled with the cool fragrance of her hair and neck. His body was embraced by her soft arms, and he could feel her steady and strong heartbeat through the thin fabric, thump, thump, thump, as if it were keeping time for his chaotic heartbeat.

The mountain wind was still blowing, but it didn't seem so cold anymore.

The afterglow of the setting sun peeked through the gaps in the clouds, painting the horizon a brilliant golden-red, and also casting a warm halo over their intertwined figures.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was still racing, trying to sort out this absurd situation, trying to come up with a solution, and trying to figure out exactly how he felt about Lu Xueqi.

Is it gratitude?

Is it admiration?

Is it fear?

Or... a tiny, subtle flutter of excitement that I dare not delve into?

But as he thought about it, the familiar scent, the warm embrace, the steady heartbeat, and the immense physical and mental impact and exhaustion gradually relaxed his tense nerves.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier...

He actually leaned on Lu Xueqi's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep in the eerie, quiet sunset after the confession and passionate kiss.

Lu Xueqi felt the weight on her shoulder and heard his breathing gradually become steady and long. She looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the boy in her arms.

His face still had a lingering flush, his long eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were troubled even in his sleep.

Her eyes instantly softened to the point of overflowing tenderness, brimming with the preciousness of something lost and found, and love that was almost overflowing.

She carefully adjusted her position to make him more comfortable, then tightened her arms and held him closer, her chin gently resting on the top of his head.

The last rays of the setting sun sank behind the mountains, dusk settled, and the first star appeared on the horizon.

Lu Xueqi held him like that, motionless, as if she wanted to hold him until the end of time.

After an unknown amount of time, as night deepened and the mountain wind carried a chill, Lu Xueqi finally sighed softly and gently lifted Jiang Xiaochuan into her arms.

The boy wasn't heavy, so she held him very steadily.

She took one last look at the nameless mountain peak, then with a flick of her foot, she drew her sword silently. The Heavenly Sword was drawn, and a blue light lifted the two of them, allowing them to slip silently into the deep night and fly towards the direction of the Great Bamboo Peak.

When they returned to Dazhu Peak and landed near Jiang Xiaochuan's house, it was already late at night.

She had just landed with Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms and hadn't taken more than a few steps when two figures emerged from the bamboo path beside her, carrying lanterns. They were He Dazhi and Du Bishu.

The two looked like they had just returned from night patrol or from somewhere when they suddenly saw Lu Xueqi and noticed that she was holding someone in her arms. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was none other than Jiang Xiaochuan.

Both of them were stunned, their mouths agape, their eyes scanning back and forth between Lu Xueqi and the sleeping Jiang Xiaochuan, their expressions quite fascinating.

Lu Xueqi paused, her face expressionless, and simply explained, "Senior Brother Jiang sparred with me today, and his mind was exhausted. He's tired."

He Dazhi and Du Bishu exchanged a glance, then winked at each other, giving each other an ambiguous look that said, "I understand, we both understand, you don't need to explain," and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, oh, oh! Practicing! Practicing is good! Practicing is tiring! I understand! Junior Sister Lu, you've worked hard! You've worked hard!"

Lu Xueqi ignored their behavior, nodded slightly, picked up Jiang Xiaochuan, walked straight to his door, gently pushed the door open with her toes, went in, and tried to close the door behind her.

Just as the door was about to close, her gaze swept across the room, and she froze.

There were no lights on in the room, only a faint moonlight filtering in from the window. But with her sharp eyesight, she could clearly see a figure leaning against Jiang Xiaochuan's not-so-large bed.

Dressed in white, with silver hair that shimmered like mercury in the moonlight. A stunningly beautiful face, a languid expression, eyes half-open, half-closed, watching her with a half-smile.

The figure had clearly just taken a bath; the ends of her hair were still damp. She was only loosely draped in a large white undergarment that was obviously Jiang Xiaochuan's, the collar of which was disheveled, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and the delicate outline of her collarbone.

She propped her head up with one hand and casually rested the other on her bent knee, her posture relaxed, as if this were her own territory.

noob.

She lay on Jiang Xiaochuan's bed in human form.

Lu Xueqi's face instantly darkened, becoming even darker and colder than the night outside.

A chill ran through him uncontrollably, and Jiang Xiaochuan in his arms seemed to sense it, unconsciously shrinking back in his sleep.

Xiao Bai looked at Lu Xueqi's face, which instantly froze, and at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was sleeping like a log in her arms. The lazy smile on Xiao Bai's face slowly faded, and he narrowed his captivating fox eyes, a sharp glint and undisguised hostility flashing in them.

The air inside the room seemed to freeze instantly.

It was eerily quiet, with only Jiang Xiaochuan's soft, even breathing.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, deep within Fox Ridge Mountain, in the forbidden area of ​​the Ghost King Sect.

Biyao, who was meditating in the blood pool, suddenly felt a sharp jolt in her heart without any warning!

A strong sense of palpitation and inexplicable restlessness and panic gripped her heart like an icy hand, instantly jolting her awake from her deep meditation!

"Pfft—" She felt a sweet taste in her throat and actually forced out a small mouthful of blood, staining her pale lips red.

The Bloodthirsty Bead pulsed uneasily in her palm, its blood-red light erratic. The Hehuan Bell at her waist emitted a rapid and sharp tinkling sound, as if warning of something extremely bad.

Biyao clutched her chest, breathing rapidly. Her light green clothes were soaked with cold sweat and clung to her thin body.

She raised her eyes and looked north, towards Qingyun Mountain.

Those beautiful eyes, which always held deep thoughts, were now filled with surprise, unease, and a hint of barely suppressed panic.

The palpitation I felt just now was so intense, so ominous.

It was as if something of utmost importance was slipping away from her, or rather, being snatched away by someone else!

Is it...him?

No, no!

Can't wait any longer!

In her previous life, she was already ten years too late. By the time she had the strength to set foot on Qingyun Mountain, he and Lu Xueqi... even had children running around all over the place!

That scene remains the deepest and most painful thorn in her heart to this day. Every time she thinks of it, the pain drives her almost crazy!

In this life, she will absolutely not allow it!

We must never repeat this mistake!

Biyao abruptly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes turning cold and sharp, carrying a resolute determination to burn her bridges.

Sensing its master's emotions, the Bloodthirsty Bead's blood-red light stabilized, becoming even more ferocious.

The sound of the acacia bells gradually subsided, but a sense of solemnity and impending doom remained.

We absolutely have to go!

Go to Qingyun Mountain as soon as possible!

Before he is completely devoured by those women!

Get him back!

This time, no one will stand in her way!

Lu Xueqi is no good, that fox is no good, and Tian Ling'er is even worse!

She suddenly stood up, and the blood in the pool surged and churned with her movements.