Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

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"...Lord Zhimu, I'm back..."

Han Ya gripped the edge of the bath towel tightly with his right hand, and his cheeks gradually flushed a rosy red.

She wasn't exactly reserved; she slowly walked to Qi Zhimu, hesitating whether to sit next to him or...

Unexpectedly, Qi Zhimu reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and straddling his lap.

In an instant, their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

The chest could not fit together; the magnificent mountains were compressed, severely deformed, and stretched in a certain direction.

The bath towel is still a bit too small.

The idiom "about to emerge" is vividly illustrated at this moment.

Qi Zhimu gently stroked the back of Han Ya's neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance that wafted towards him. He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw that even her snow-white neck had turned crimson.

Are you nervous?

"Hmm... a little bit, and also a little shy."

Han Ya admitted in a low voice, her skin tensing subconsciously, and she shifted uncomfortably as she sat on Qi Zhimu's lap.

The last time I was so close to Lord Zhimu was hundreds of years ago.

It's like drinking alcohol.

No matter how long you live or how much you know, if you've only ever seen how to drink it in the past thousand years, and have only ever actually drunk it once yourself...

Now, hundreds of years later, as I prepare to drink it for the second time, I naturally cannot have a wealth of experience out of thin air.

Without extensive experience, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as having the same saintly quality as before.

And most importantly—

The fine wine that she and her sister drank together hundreds of years ago is now enjoyed by her alone, which makes her inevitably nervous.

To put it bluntly...

Modern young women who pass adult exams and are only eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old are generally far more experienced than her.

The crow couldn't help but think... if only her sister were here.

Having someone to face and share the burden with, and having gone through it before, should make things much easier.

"Relax and just follow my rhythm."

"Um……"

The crow made a soft nasal sound, and as Qi Zhimu's face grew larger in its eyes, it closed its eyes with trembling long eyelashes.

The next second, she tasted the familiar flavor and rediscovered the unforgettable touch.

Lord Zhimu's voice was gentle, and his movements were tender and patient, guiding her to gradually let go of the remaining tension in her heart.

The crow's eyes gradually became moist, and its whole demeanor began to soften.

"..."

The two, who were in the preparatory task of wine tasting for two, were naturally in a good mood.

But the person inside the wardrobe was a different story; words like "up and down" wouldn't even begin to describe it.

In Jing Liu's mind, a volcano was erupting continuously, lava flowing through his body, and his body temperature was rising rapidly.

High body temperature needs water to cool it down, and it's also good for two people to enjoy wine together.

But the problem is... it's not convenient for her to go there or taste this wine right now...

Even if I didn't anger my master during the day, stumbling upon such a scene would only make things more awkward.

By then, probably no one will have any to drink.

Or perhaps... the master simply threw her out, leaving the crow to continue.

Whether it's snow-white clothes or cold crows, Jingliu finds them both acceptable.

They sacrificed a great deal for their master, accompanying him through life and death until the very end, and faced the prospect of eternal damnation without fear.

For thousands of years, they have never complained about becoming their master's "food," "blood pack," "emergency rations," etc.

It may sound harsh, but it's the truth, so they deserve it.

But Jingliu never imagined that he would witness it firsthand in such a setting...

She desperately wanted to suppress the urge to see and hear, but the more she tried to suppress it, the stronger the urge became.

Even with my eyes closed and ears covered, the images still kept popping into my head.

Jingliu's entire face looked like the character "苦" (bitter/suffering).

This is what it means when plans can't keep up with changes.

It's neither pleasant nor unpleasant; it's a complete dead end.

After careful preparation, I thought I could finally accept my master's punishment...

Unexpectedly, the Ten Kings Division was far more intelligent than the Elders, and knew how to show goodwill to their master in the right way and with the right attitude.

Granting Han Ya leave to rest and spend time with his master was such a simple decision that it didn't even require sending someone to proactively contact and talk to him to ascertain his current thoughts about the Immortal Ship.

As long as the crow remains in Luofu, never disappointed in the Immortal Ship, and still feels a sense of belonging to it, then—

Even if Qi Zhimu is no longer a member of the Immortal Ship, as long as he still acknowledges his relationship with Han Ya, the problem is 80% solved automatically.

If Xueyi hadn't been so busy, her leave would definitely have been approved as well.

With Shiōji's overtures so obvious, Kyouryu realized she couldn't even find a reason to blame him.

You can't blame the two sisters; you can only blame yourself for being a traitor once again.

By disobeying his master's instructions and sneaking into his room to wait, he completely shot himself in the foot.

If her master finds out she's hiding here, the consequences will be even more unpredictable than if she were killed...

We absolutely cannot let Master find out!!!

Jingliu gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

You dead eyes, can't you have any willpower and patience? Don't look, don't look!

I won't feel bad or have any impulses as long as I don't look at it.

"...Ugh~~"

The noise reached the wardrobe, and Jingliu, like a fish that had been waiting for the bait, finally took the bait after enduring for a long time, peering through the gap.

The crow had already left Qi Zhimu's legs and was now looking up at him, tucking its long, silky hair behind its ear.

Those eyes were filled with a misty, watery mist.

"..."

Jingliu silently brushed his fingertips across his eyes, instantly obscuring his vision and bringing a rapid relief from the pain.

And don't listen to those dead ears!

That sound... that sound... if I hear it again...

—Mirror Flow deafened himself again.

It's a pity it's useless.

Within seconds, not only were his blind eyes restored, but his hearing, which he had only recently lost, also returned.

No matter what we do, it's all in vain. We can't just die, can we?

Knowing that all his efforts were in vain, Jingliu was at a loss and fell silent.

I never imagined that the good body my master gave me, and the powerful internal organs transplanted into me, would have a negative effect.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a deep sense of guilt flashed across Jingliu's face.

How could she think that way?!

This is a desecration of our master's selfless dedication, and a betrayal of him!

Jingliu really wanted to slap himself to wake up, but he didn't dare.

The two people outside would notice the slightest movement immediately.

If the woman outside were Ruan Mei, she would rush out even at the risk of being kicked out by her master.

Besides, Ruan Mei had previously told her master to forget her, so her master might not be furious.

Even if it weren't Ruan Mei, but Yu Qingtu and Hei Ta, they could still barely manage to rush out and explode...

But outside was her senior, Han Ya, whom she called her older sister.

No... unless, unless...

…Unless Master isn’t angry today.

For the first time, Jingliu deeply regretted his actions of venting his anger by cutting down Danheng.

If one can control the anger caused by unhealthy emotions, the Master will not be angry, and one can see the Master openly and legitimately.

Why would we need to sneak around in a corner like this?