After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"well……"

A soft sigh escaped Shen Shuchou's throat.

The sudden white light, which appeared so fast to outsiders that it was almost instantaneous, seemed to him as slow as solidified quicksand, with every inch of light and shadow clearly discernible.

He naturally wouldn't sit idly by as Su Jue Luo's sword was about to strike him. Just as the energy gathered at his fingertips was about to burst forth...

"stop!"

A sharp, clear shout suddenly rang out from the courtyard gate, as melodious as jade striking jade, pinning the double-edged sword hanging in front of Shen Shuchou in mid-air. Its cold light flickered, and it could no longer advance an inch.

Before the words were even finished, a fragrant breeze swept over like a startled swan.

A soft, warm little hand suddenly grabbed Shen Shuchou's sleeve and pulled him back.

Immediately, a petite and delicate figure appeared in front of him like a bird protecting its young, her hair still slightly disheveled from running.

Su Jue Luo stared at Su Cha Cha, who had appeared out of nowhere, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

She had planned to pry open Shen Shuchou's mouth and find out his background before Su Chacha returned, and then quietly leave.

Unexpectedly, the brief standoff had already consumed some time, and even more unexpectedly, Su Chacha returned so quickly this time, catching her completely off guard.

Looking at the figure in front of her, who was half a head shorter than her, Su Jueluo stared at the angry face. Her throat moved slightly as she wanted to explain, but in the end, she said nothing.

Even if there were such a thing, Su Chacha wouldn't listen.

Everything before her eyes was irrefutable proof; she only believed what she saw with her own eyes.

The next moment, a crisp "snap" rang out.

A slender little hand slapped Su Jue Luo squarely across the face.

The force was so great that even the back of his hand was covered in fine red marks and was still trembling slightly.

Su Jue Luo suddenly opened her eyes wide, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief as she stared blankly at Su Cha Cha, who was furious to the extreme.

"Su Jue Luo!"

The girl's voice was choked with sobs, yet every word was like a knife: "Who gave you the audacity to touch him? Are you really that despicable? If you want to kill him, why not kill me too! Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

"I……"

The pain on her face was negligible, but Su Jue Luo's heart felt as if it had been gripped by something, and she trembled violently.

She glanced at Su Chacha's reddened eyes, then at Shen Shuchou standing silently behind her. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, and only a barely audible murmur escaped her lips: "I...I didn't."

"No?"

Su Chacha scoffed, a chilling rage surging in her eyes. "Su Jueluo, I'm not dead yet, do you think I'm blind?"

"You want to kill him, right?"

She suddenly raised her voice, each word filled with determination, "Fine, kill me here first!"

Before she could finish speaking, Su Chacha suddenly reached out and gripped the double-edged sword that was hanging in mid-air.

Hanfeng bit into her flesh instantly, and bright red blood beads rushed out from between her fingers, winding down her fair palm lines, accumulating into small bloodstains on her wrist, and then dripping onto the bluestone slab.

Upon seeing this scene, Su Jue Luo trembled violently, and even Shen Shu Chou behind him couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. Only Xiao Tantai Chi Gu in the distance remained calm and composed.

"Su Jueluo, look carefully!"

Su Chacha raised her bleeding hand, her cold laugh laced with heavy sobs. "This is my blood. Isn't this what you've been longing for day and night? I have more. Come on, take what you want!"

"No... let go!"

For the first time, Su Jueluo's voice was pleading, trembling uncontrollably, "It's not what you think, please let go..."

She dared not draw her sword, fearing that the slightest force would tear the wound even deeper.

He never imagined that his sword would be stained with his sister's blood.

Su Chacha ignored her, her sneer growing even colder: "Su Jueluo, why bother with this hypocritical act? Are you pitying me, or trying to wash away your sins? I don't need it, and neither do you! Attack!"

The last three words were almost roared out; the anger at this moment was no longer just about protecting Shen Shuchou.

All the grievances, pain, and resentment that had been building up in his heart for years were transformed into scalding anger and burst forth all at once.

Shen Shuchou, who was behind her, had already noticed her loss of composure and finally gently raised his hand to cover her blood-stained hand.

With a touch of coolness in his fingertips, he gently pried open her fingers, which were tightly gripping the sword blade, inch by inch, his movements conveying a subtle sense of comfort.

Then, he looked up at Su Jue Luo and gave her a look.

Su Jue Luo instantly understood; it meant she should leave first.

But when his gaze fell upon Su Chacha's still bleeding palm, that crimson stain stung...

Her heart tightened; how could she bear to turn away?

But when he met those eyes burning with intense hatred, all his explanations stuck in his throat.

In the end, she could only turn into a desolate figure and silently leave the courtyard.

After Su Jue Luo's figure disappeared, the afternoon chill seemed to quietly dissipate in the courtyard.

Shen Shuchou slowly stepped into the room, took a clean piece of gauze, and returned to Su Chacha.

The girl's small hand was still bleeding, and he handled it as gently as if it were fragile glass.

As my fingertips brushed against the wound, I could clearly feel those slender fingers tremble slightly, uncontrollably.

But Su Chacha seemed oblivious to the stinging pain in her skin, her long eyelashes drooping as she hid all her emotions in the shadows of her eyes.

It felt like I was wrapped in an invisible cocoon, and even my breathing felt a little sluggish.

Silence lingered between the two until the gauze was properly wrapped. Only then did Shen Shuchou get up, intending to lead Xiao Tantai Chigu into the room first, leaving her alone to have some peace and quiet.

"Brother Shen."

Suddenly, a girl's trembling voice came from behind: "Could you... stay with me for a little while? Just for a little while."

He didn't turn around immediately. He first took the little girl into the inner room and settled her in. When he turned back to come out, he bumped into Su Chacha's upturned face.

Those eyes held a fragility and bewilderment as if shattered into stars, a sight that sent a chill down one's spine.

Shen Shuchou didn't say anything, but simply moved a small stool over and sat down quietly in front of her.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Shuchou's voice was very soft.

Su Chacha looked up at him, her eyes still misty, and asked tentatively, "If... it hurts, can Brother Shen hug me?"

Shen Shuchou was speechless for a moment and had not yet had a chance to respond.

The girl in front of him had quietly opened her arms and, with a hint of cautious dependence, gently snuggled into his embrace.

Her cheek pressed against his chest, her fine hair brushing against his clothes. When that warm weight fell on him, Shen Shuchou could even feel her slightly trembling breath.

At this moment, she was like a little animal that had finally found its nest, gathering up all her brokenness and unease and carefully placing them in this small corner that belonged to him.

Inside the room, Xiao Tantai Chi Gu stood on a small stool, her tiny body barely managing to step over the stone platform in front of the window.

Her dark eyes were fixed on the courtyard, and a hint of malice, which she herself did not realize, quietly gathered in her originally clear and calm eyes.

The embrace in the courtyard did not last long, and Su Chacha quickly withdrew from Shen Shuchou's arms.

She looked at him, forcing a faint smile, her voice still trembling slightly: "Brother Shen...do you think I was too fierce just now?"

"no."

Shen Shuchou's answer was concise and resolute.

He had heard every word she said during her confrontation with Su Jueluo, and he had already guessed about seven or eight parts of what had happened.

It seems that someone is plotting behind the scenes to turn Su Chacha into nourishment for Su Jue Luo, but judging from Su Jue Luo's reaction just now, she may not be willing.

But this shadow had clearly been weighing on Su Chacha's heart for many years.

Perhaps from a very young age, she had already glimpsed the outline of her destiny; in this life, she was destined to become the stepping stone under Su Jue Luo's feet as he climbed to the peak.

Shen Shuchou was the only soft spot left in her heart in this cannibalistic world.

Those were roots she had secretly planted since her youth, which had grown and become her final refuge.

Therefore, when Su Jue Luo's sword was pointed at Shen Shu Chou, the pent-up repression and fear accumulated over many years suddenly erupted, and even she herself could not stop it.

Hearing Shen Shuchou's crisp and decisive answer, Su Chacha smiled, but then she said something surprising: "Brother Shen... I want to have a child for you, okay?"