Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

When you returned to the shores of Taihu Lake again, it was already early winter.

Most of the leaves on the osmanthus tree had fallen, and the bare branches trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Mu Wanqing stood at the courtyard gate, wearing a light blue cotton-padded jacket, her hair tied up with a silver hairpin, and holding a newly sewn cloak in her hand.

When she saw you appear at the village entrance, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She didn't run over as she used to, but just stood there waiting for you.

"You're back?" she asked.

"You're back." You walked over and hugged her, cloak and all, into your arms. "Did you miss me?"

"I didn't expect it." Mu Wanqing buried her face in your chest, her voice muffled, but her ears turned red.

You smiled and didn't expose her.

Once inside, Mu Wanqing unfolded the cloak and draped it over you.

The cloak was made of the finest mink fur, lined with thick cotton cloth, with fine and neat stitches, clearly showing that a lot of work had been done.

"Try it on to see if it fits," she said.

You put on the cloak and walked around the room. The cloak reached just to your knees, neither too tight nor too loose, and there was a fur collar sewn around the neck, making it warm and cozy.

"Did you do this?" you asked.

"Mmm." Mu Wanqing lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. "It's my first time making this, so please don't be too critical if it's not done well."

You reached out and pulled her into your arms, kissing her forehead: "My wife makes it, it looks good no matter what."

Mu Wanqing blushed and pushed you away: "Who's your wife? We haven't even had the wedding ceremony yet."

"Then let's bow."

"When?"

"Now."

Mu Wanqing was stunned. You had already taken out two red candles from your bosom. You bought them in town, intending to use them during the New Year, but now you felt there was no need to wait.

The two set up an incense table under the osmanthus tree, lit red candles, and bowed three times to the heavens.

There are no guests, no bridal sedan chair, no firecrackers, and you don't care about that.

It's just the two of you, a tree, and a sky full of stars.

"From today onwards, you are my wife, Wei Wen's wife," you said, holding her hand.

Mu Wanqing's eyes reddened. She lowered her head, softly hummed in agreement, and then suddenly raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and pecked you on the lips.

"You're mine now," she said, her voice barely audible.

That night, Mu Wanqing pulled the silver hairpin off her head and put it in your hand.

"This was given to me by my mother," she said. "Here you go."

You took the silver hairpin, glanced at the small orchid on the tip, and then put it back in her hair.

"You wear it for now, and then pass it on to your daughter when you have her."

Mu Wanqing's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed; she buried her face in your chest and refused to look up.

Needless to say, there was a time when the sun was high in the sky, and I don't know if it's because your cultivation is too strong, but Mu Wanqing is becoming less and less of a match for you, and is often routed.

After the start of spring, you, who have been leisurely spending your days, have begun to feel a little bored and can't help but start thinking about a question.

You have been in the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils for fifteen years. In these fifteen years, you have done a lot of things, including cultivating, extracting entries, saving Mu Wanqing, meeting the Sweeper Monk, meeting Wuyazi, watching the main characters' battle, and going to the borderlands to see Qiao Feng.

But if you think about it carefully, most of what you've done is "watching" and "helping," rather than "taking."

You need to start getting things.

Yes, it wasn't stealing, it was taking.

There are many things in this world that, rather than leaving them to those who don't know how to cherish them, are better left for you to use.

It just so happens that the Beiming Divine Art you cultivate can absorb internal energy. Since that's the case, why don't you absorb it?

Regarding this point, you know that Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Marquis, did a very good job.

There are many masters in this world. Rather than letting their inner strength dissipate after death, it would be better for you to absorb it all and turn it into capital for you to become stronger.

And then there are those women, like Wang Yuyan. Her ending in the original story wasn't good either. In the end, she returned to the side of the mad Murong Fu. She deserved a better ending, like... you.

You sit under the osmanthus tree and go through these thoughts in your mind.

You are neither a saint nor an evil person.

You are a time traveler, a time traveler with a word system. You have the ability to change many things and the right to obtain many things.

Mu Wanqing brought out a bowl of tea from inside the house and handed it to you.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about the future." You took the tea and took a sip.

"Tch~" Mu Wanqing couldn't help but give you a charmingly disdainful look. "What do you mean by 'later'?"

You glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'm thinking of finding you a few girlfriends."

Mu Wanqing paused, and the teacup almost fell to the ground.

She stared at you for a long time, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, one that she herself couldn't quite put her finger on—was it something she had anticipated, sadness, or happiness that someone was sharing her burden, or perhaps a combination of all of them?

"What...what did you say?" Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was thinking about the unbearable days that had been passing by recently.

"I said, I want to find a few more women." You put down your teacup, took her hand, and said, "It's not that I don't love you, it's just..."

You don't know how to seduce Mu Wanqing, after all... you really don't have much experience in this matter.

Mu Wanqing remained silent for a long time, her head bowed, her fingers drawing circles on your palm, over and over again.

"Who will you contact first?" she suddenly asked.

You were taken aback; you hadn't expected her to ask that.

"Wang Yuyan." You answered honestly, and you weren't lying about that. You're not the kind of person who would go to great lengths for anything.

Mu Wanqing raised her head and looked at you, her eyes filled with only helplessness, resignation, and even relief.

"I've met Sister Wang before," Mu Wanqing said. "Outside Wanjie Valley, she was with Young Master Duan Yu. She was indeed very beautiful."

"do you agree?"

"What can I do if I disagree?" Mu Wanqing gave a wry smile. "Once you've made up your mind, no one can stop you. Besides, it would be good if you could find one of your sisters to share the burden with me, since you're in such a... situation right now."

The last sentence, spoken in a low voice, was clearly something Mu Wanqing was too embarrassed to say: "I only ask one thing of you."

"What is it?"

"Don't lie to me. In the future, no matter who you contact or when you contact them, just let me know. I don't want to be the last one to find out."

You pulled her into your arms and held her tightly: "No, you will always be my first woman, and the most important one."

Mu Wanqing didn't speak, but buried her face in your chest, her shoulders trembling slightly; clearly, she wasn't at peace.

Mantuo Villa is located on the shore of Taihu Lake, not far from where you are staying. It's only a few hours' boat ride away.

You didn't take Mu Wanqing with you, not because you didn't want to, but because you couldn't.

Mu Wanqing's personality is too strong, and she doesn't get along with Wang Yuyan's gentle personality yet. The two of them will only feel awkward when they meet.

You plan to win over Wang Yuyan first, and then bring her back to show Mu Wanqing.

Mantuo Villa is a large estate nestled against the mountains and beside the water, planted with camellias. When you arrive at dusk, the setting sun paints the villa in golden red, and the camellias are especially beautiful in the twilight.

You didn't enter through the main gate, not because you were afraid, but because you didn't want to disturb Madam Wang, the woman who had been heartbroken by Duan Zhengchun and had become paranoid and insane.

You climbed over the wall into the backyard, walked along a path, and came to a small building.

The building is not tall, only two stories, and the lights are on upstairs. Through the window, you can see a woman sitting by the window, holding a book and reading it.

Wang Yuyan.

Instead of rushing inside, you stood quietly among the flowers downstairs for a while.

Her profile was beautiful, with soft lines and fair skin that looked like a piece of warm jade under the light. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was troubled by something.

You can probably guess what's bothering her; it must be Murong Fu.

She had liked her cousin Murong Fu since childhood and memorized all the martial arts manuals in the world for him. However, Murong Fu was an oddball; he only cared about restoring his kingdom and fantasized about achieving this through the martial arts world, never truly caring about her.