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

You walked out of the flower bushes, stood in front of the small building, and gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" The voice from upstairs carried a hint of wariness.

"A friend," you said, "would like to say a few words to Miss Wang."

There was a moment of silence upstairs, then footsteps were heard, the door opened, and Wang Yuyan stood behind it, wearing a light pink dress, her hair loose over her shoulders, and holding the book in her hand.

She looks at you, her eyes full of confusion: "Who are you? I don't know you."

"My name is Wei Wen. You don't know me, but I know you." You smiled. "Miss Wang, could I come in and have a seat?"

Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment, then, as if thinking of something, stepped aside to let you in.

The building is small, but it is decorated very elegantly. There are calligraphy and paintings on the walls, tea sets on the table, and books on the bookshelves are neatly arranged.

Wang Yuyan invited you to sit down and poured you a cup of tea.

"What brings you here, Young Master Wei?" she asked, her tone polite yet distant.

You picked up your teacup, took a sip, then put it down and looked into her eyes: "I've come to tell Miss Wang something."

"What is it?"

"Murong Fu is not suitable for you."

Wang Yuyan's face changed instantly. She stood up, took two steps back, and placed her hand on the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white: "You... what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not making this up." Knowing how difficult it would be to win over Wang Yuyan, with Murong Fu being the biggest obstacle, he simply stated it directly.

"Murong Fu only has the cause of restoring his kingdom in his heart, not you. He can give up everything for the sake of restoring his kingdom, including you. You carried so many martial arts manuals for him, did he appreciate it? Did he ever thank you? He probably couldn't even be bothered to look at you."

Wang Yuyan's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip, remaining silent. These were the facts; she couldn't refute them, nor did she intend to.

"Do you know why he's so cold to you?" you continued. "It's not because you're not beautiful, it's not because you're not smart, it's because he only has one thing on his mind: restoring his kingdom. To him, women are just tools, used when he needs them, and discarded when he doesn't."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Yuyan's voice trembled with tears. "Cousin, you're not that kind of person!"

"Then tell me, when did he ever look you in the eye? When did he ever initiate a conversation with you? When did he ever do anything for you?"

Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. Her tears finally fell, as if she really couldn't answer these questions.

"Miss Wang, you deserve someone better." You stood up, walked to her, and reached out to wipe away her tears, thinking to yourself, "The better person is definitely you."

Wang Yuyan raised her head and looked into your eyes. She could see that your eyes were calm and sincere, without a trace of frivolity.

Of course, you're doing this for more than just things between men and women.

"Why...why are you telling me all this?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to see you waste your life on someone who isn't worth it," you said. "How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-one, the best age. How long are you going to wait for Murong Fu? Until thirty? Forty? Until he succeeds in restoring his kingdom? But even if he succeeds, will he marry you? No. He will only marry a woman who can help him restore his kingdom, not you."

Wang Yuyan swayed and almost lost her balance. You reached out to support her shoulder, but she tried and couldn't push you away.

"I...I don't know..." Her voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.

"You don't need to answer now," you said. "You can think about it slowly, but I have a suggestion."

"What suggestion?"

"Come with me."

Wang Yuyan froze, staring at you with wide eyes, her face full of disbelief: "You... what did you say?"

"I said, come with me," you repeated, "leave Mantuo Manor, leave Murong Fu, and live your own life. I will take care of you, protect you, and never let you suffer any injustice."

Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, then closed it again, repeating this several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

"You're crazy!" she finally managed to say.

"I'm not crazy," you said. "I'm perfectly clear-headed. I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want: I want you."

Wang Yuyan blushed, lowered her head, and dared not look you in the eye.

"But...you already have a wife," she whispered.

How did you know?

"I've seen Miss Mu before. Outside Wanjie Valley, she rode Black Rose past me. The way she looked at you was different from how she looked at others."

You smiled and said, "You're very observant."

"You said the same thing to her?" Wang Yuyan looked up at you, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Pretty much," you said. "She was more decisive than you; she made me swear an oath right away, and then she was with me."

Wang Yuyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked a question you wouldn't expect: "You...can you beat my cousin?"

You paused for a moment, then smiled: "Yes."

"real?"

"Really, you can try if you don't believe me." You weren't lying to him about this, so you took a step back, opened your arms, and said, "Go ahead and hit me, I won't fight back."

Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment, but still made her move. She pointed her fingers like a knife at your chest.

This move is the Murong family's "Canhe Finger". She had read about it in a book. Although it doesn't have internal energy, the move is very standard.

You didn't dodge. Her finger touched your chest, like touching an iron plate, the rebound making her finger go numb.

"You...your internal energy..." Wang Yuyan's eyes widened.

You hold her hand, and the Northern Darkness Inner Force slowly enters her body.

Wang Yuyan's body trembled suddenly as she felt a warm current flow from her palms, spreading throughout her body, a warm and indescribably comfortable sensation.

"This is the Northern Darkness Inner Force," you said. "It's the most treasured skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect, something Murong Fu could never learn in his entire life."

Wang Yuyan looked into your eyes, and the hesitation and resistance in her gaze gradually dissipated.

"You...you really can beat me?"

"real."

"Then...then call and show it to me."

You smiled and said, "Okay."

Murong Fu lives in Yanziwu, not far from Mantuo Villa. Instead of going to find him, you wait for him to come to you.

You knew Murong Fu would definitely come, because Wang Yuyan had disappeared, and Madam Wang would definitely send people to look for her, and Murong Fu obviously couldn't ignore it.

Sure enough, three days later, Murong Fu, along with Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and a few others, arrived at a small village by Taihu Lake.

You are practicing your sword in the courtyard, while Mu Wanqing is sitting under the osmanthus tree embroidering. She has recently become fascinated with embroidery, and although her embroidery is crooked, she is very serious about it.

Wang Yuyan sat next to Mu Wanqing, holding a book, but her eyes kept glancing at you.

Murong Fu pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.

His face was grim, and his gaze swept around the courtyard before settling on Wang Yuyan.

"Cousin, what are you doing here?" His voice was cold, clearly indicating that he was...

Wang Yuyan stood up, head down, not daring to look at you.

"Cousin, I..."

"Come back with me." Murong Fu interrupted her, reaching out to grab her wrist.

Just then, a hand grabbed his wrist.