My sister took me to Xiuxian

Ye Junxi let out a light cry and was about to go over to help her resist and resolve the pressure.

The Immortal Lord and the Saint are completely on two different levels, heaven and earth. If the Immortal Lord were to get serious, the Saint would be extremely desperate.

"call……"

Ling Qinghan's eyes went dark, her body tensed, and her consciousness gradually blurred in the face of this suddenly multiplied power, until...

"boom!"

Silver light descended from the sky with immense power. The scattered shock waves instantly dissolved the Immortal Master's aura, forcing Mu Qiuyun to narrow his eyes and be on high alert.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the eyes of the goddess began to shake violently.

hum!

Along with the pleasant sound, a silver spear, which was brilliant all over and as bright as the stars in the night sky, was inserted straight in front of Ling Qinghan.

"This? This is it!"

. . . . . .

An hour ago, in the bedroom of Saint Tianyue.

"Yinlan, why don't you help my mother!"

Avoiding the gazes of Xiaobai and Zhixuan, Yuxiu whispered to the silver spear in her hand.

"I didn't do a good job."

The spear shook, the light flickered, and he was in a dilemma: "Besides, even if I take action, I may not be able to take him down!"

"You are Dad's weapon, and you are no match for Aunt Mu? You should know her very well. Are you afraid of Liu Lixin? Do you know Dad's current state? He may have been bewitched by Aunt Mu and lost his mind."

Yuxiu was extremely excited and kept chattering away. Nowadays, women have endless ways of using various tricks, which puts a lot of pressure on her as a daughter.

"It's okay, what can happen to him? Don't you believe that he will wake up on his own after a while... Oh... Oh, don't fight, can't I help him? I will only do it once, and then you will naturally understand..."

Under pressure from the girl, Yin Lan had no choice but to agree.

"Well, you have so much confidence in your father?" The girl blinked her big eyes and asked curiously.

"Otherwise, after seeing him, Liulixin will know what to do. If you don't believe me, just keep watching."

. . . . . .

More than a year later, with a tender cry, the baby who had been pregnant for ten months was born.

Looking at this cute little kid, the boy beside the bed and the girl on the bed both smiled with joy.

"Husband, look, this is our daughter..." Although the woman was weak, her face was filled with a happy smile.

The boy was equally excited as he held the baby in his arms and rocked him gently for a moment, but after a while, he turned his head to look at the woman on the bed and spoke softly.

"Qiu Yun, it's time to let me leave here!"

Chapter 28 The Person I Care About

"Husband, what are you talking about?"

Mu Qiuyun's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to her previous gentle smile.

"Our daughter has just been born, where are you going to leave? Are you going to favor another woman when this family has a new baby?"

Her face was slightly raised, her eyes were sparkling, her long eyelashes were trembling, her lips were slightly pursed, and that beautiful face full of maternal love was now pale and bloodless.

The baby in her arms also began to cry, waving her two chubby little hands, as if she was protesting in her own way.

Qiu Yi stretched out two fingers for the baby to hold, looked at her lovingly for a while, and then turned his gaze to the beautiful person on the bed.

"Qiu Yun, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want you to lie to me either. If you want to fulfill your wish in the imaginary world, I can accompany you, watch our daughter grow up, grow old with you, and stay with you for the rest of your life. But I don't want to be trapped in this imaginary world by you forever. I still have things I want to do."

"..."

The woman's expression changed twice, but she soon softened again and said in a gentle voice, "My dear, I don't know what you are talking about. If you want to marry the eldest daughter of the Feng family, I agree. I promise you that I will never be jealous."

"Qiu Yun, do you know? This is not how a wife should behave!"

Qiu Yi sighed softly and looked at the child in his arms, feeling filled with emotion.

???

The woman stared, looking somewhat stunned. The boy's reaction was beyond her expectations. She murmured, "Is there anything wrong with what I did as a wife?"

"No, it's just that Madam did such a good job that it seemed unreal to me."

"What are you talking about, my husband?"

Qiu Yi stared at her intently, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Qiu Yun, perhaps you don't realize that since we got married, your kindness to me has completely exceeded the status of a wife. You take care of the housework, are not jealous or resentful, tolerate any of my temper, and even take the initiative to let me take a concubine..."

"As a wife, you are so generous. Does your husband have any objections?"

Biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, Mu Qiuyun asked back stubbornly.

"Of course I have no objection. If I could really marry a wife like this, I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams, but..."

Seeing the woman's expression gradually relaxing, Qiu Yi made a sudden change and said calmly, "But I can still tell the difference. Qiu Yun, rather than fulfilling your responsibilities as a wife, you are doting on me, or flattering me unilaterally, trying your best to satisfy me. Apart from that, you don't have any other requirements..."

"As a wife, isn't this what I should do?" The woman gritted her teeth and said unwillingly. She didn't believe in such excuses and reasons.

"Of course it shouldn't be like this."

The young man directly denied it, saying, "A family needs both husband and wife to run and maintain it. If only one person is making the effort, the other person will feel more and more lost and empty in their heart as time goes by."

This was not something he said casually, but rather the insights he gained during the six months he lived with Ling Qinghan, Qing Fei, and Mi Yin after they lost their memories.

During that time, he was just like Qiu Yun in front of him, taking them into consideration in all aspects and taking charge of all matters, big or small. However, even if the harmonious and friendly atmosphere between husband and wife is maintained for too long, problems will eventually arise.

The word family is not something that can be handled unilaterally by men or women.

No matter how good he was to Qing Feiling, Qinghan and the others at that time, after they regained their memories, they still chose to leave temporarily. It was not that they had no feelings for him, but that they felt that the time was not right yet.

Even Miyin was under extraordinary psychological pressure.

Mu Qiuyun lowered his eyelids, looking somewhat lonely. Although he was lying on his back on the bed, his fair fingers were trembling as he gripped the quilt.

After a long time, she raised her head, her eyes like the bright moon in the night sky, shining with a bright glow. This was the first time she had stared at him so seriously since they got married.

"My dear husband, I know I was wrong. If you are willing to let me correct my mistakes, can our family of three live happily ever after?"

"..."

Qiu Yi silently turned his eyes away and looked at the baby in his arms who was still babbling. He pinched the child's face and said softly, "Madam, our child should have his own life, not be a sacrifice to maintain our relationship. You don't even understand this..."

The words are not finished yet.

"Crack, click, click!"

Sounds like glass breaking were heard one after another, and this warm couple's boudoir was shattered like a mirror.

But what Qiu Yi cared about was not these, but the expression of disappointment, shock, and even despair on the bed in front of him.

"boom!"

There was another deafening cracking sound, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing on what looked like a huge circular platform, surrounded by thick black stone pillars, and outside the stone pillars was pitch-black space.

The culprit who caused all this was standing in front of him, her long hair hanging down to cover her lowered face, and her trembling body seemed to be suppressing something.

"This place is..."

Qiu Yi looked around and was indeed no longer in that fake warm world, but now?

"Master, why are you so clear-headed? Isn't it better to pretend to be confused? Aren't you satisfied with the world just now?"

At this time, Mu Qiuyun, who had been brewing her emotions for a while, finally spoke. This time the woman was not as gentle and considerate as before, and her face was even filled with maternal radiance.

On the contrary, he could hear a strong sense of blame and resentment in the other person's tone.

Hmm, resentment... resentment?

The young man silently took a step back. Perhaps it was a man's sixth sense, he felt that the air was very cold, breathing was a little difficult, and even the danger was greatly increased.

"Master, what's wrong with the world just now? I can give you whatever you want, and I can satisfy all your requests. If you like children, I can even carry a baby for ten months to give birth to your offspring. What's wrong with this world?"

The woman took a deep breath and slowly raised her head, but at this moment her beautiful face was cold as ice and full of anger.

"It's not that it's bad, but a future that can be seen at a glance is a bit too boring, isn't it?"

Qiu Yi shrugged and readily admitted that the world created by Mu Qiuyun was indeed beautiful, but just as he said, it was clear at first glance and there were no surprises.

"Boring? Master, do you really think so?"

As the woman's low and hoarse voice sounded, there was a bang, and raging flames burned fiercely outside the dark cage formed by stone pillars. With a clanging sound, Mu Qiuyun's slim and gorgeous dress disappeared, replaced by a heavy platinum armor, and even a golden sword flew diagonally and stuck at her feet.

This is a completely different look, not of a noble goddess, but of a heroic female war god.

She clenched the sword tightly, and said with deep resentment and anger: "But I don't like this, Master... It should have been me who did it first, why did it turn out like this?"

"Qiu Yun?"

The change in the woman's dress made him feel something was wrong, and when he heard two certain key words, he suddenly felt that things were really serious.

Just at the moment when he became alert, a sword light flashed before his eyes.

"Stab!"

The sudden surge of Qingxiao Thunder deflected the eerie sword light, but Qiu Yi broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't reacted in time, the sword would have pierced his chest directly.

This... is this for real?

"Master, since it has come to this, Qiu Yun should just say it directly..."

As the woman spoke, she raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the young man in front of her.

"I have always been very dissatisfied with the young master and have a lot of opinions about him."

"brush!"

As Mu Qiuyun opened her mouth, another sword light chopped down directly towards Qiu Yi, and he immediately dodged it. However, the woman had no intention of stopping. Instead, she continued to slash at the young man with one sword after another like a storm. Not only that, the female war god in front of him also showed no intention of stopping.

"Master, we are the first to know each other, right? Why do you reject me again and again? Can't you see my feelings for you? As long as you take the initiative, I will do whatever you want. Why can you remain indifferent?"

Along with the woman's endless and resentful accusations, the long sword in her hand also emitted layers of sword light and slashed towards Qiu Yi continuously.

Fortunately, this is the spiritual world, and the woman was just venting her anger in this way and didn't want to kill him all at once, so he was still able to hold on.

However, from these random thoughts...

Qiu Yun really has a grudge against him in the past!

It was the kind of relationship where there was no need for words, just a glance, a gesture, or even just opening the door to her room at night to have a deep conversation, and there was no complaint at all, but it was amazing that he had been able to hold it in until now without any problems.

If this incident hadn't happened, Mu Qiuyun might have had to endure it alone for the rest of his life.

It is amazing that it has erupted after wave of stimulation.

Of course, if that were all, it would be normal, but the complaints that follow start to deviate from the norm.

"In your previous life, you treated everyone equally, so I could just assume that you were rejected by the Goddess and never believed in this again. But in this life...

Did I do something wrong that made you hate me? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not good enough? Was I not as pretty as Feng Yuqi, that bitch? Or was it that my figure was not as good as theirs? I am also an immortal!

Why did you foolishly take the bait after those women flirted with you? You even agreed to let that woman be Yuxiu's mother? Even the old lady fell in love with other women? Am I wrong for waiting for you silently without taking the initiative?

Now, I would rather construct an imaginary world for you, understand you, be considerate of you, have children for you, and allow you to marry those women whom I hate very much. Why do you still reject me?

Do you really not care about me and despise me so much? "

Mu Qiuyun became more and more excited. She shouted almost hysterically and swung the sword in her hand faster and faster, almost crazily.

Sword lights flashed by so fast that even consciousness and instinct could not capture them, and without Qiu Yi knowing it, his clothes turned into beggar's clothes, and even dense bloodstains appeared on the surface.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

I don’t know how long it was before the woman finally stopped. As an immortal, she was sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

But even so, the woman still held the sword tightly in both hands, and stared at the young man motionlessly, as if she was looking at the murderer of her father.

Seeing the other person's expression, Qiu Yi couldn't help but think of a saying that was quite appropriate for the situation at hand. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. The more you loved in the past, the more you hate now. This is probably the case.

"Uh...Qiu Yun, calm down first, can we talk it out? You must be the most important person to me!"

At this moment, Qiu Yi no longer cared about the injuries on his body. He was overwhelmed and spoke in a gentle voice, saying that no matter what, he had to calm this woman down first.

However, the woman who had been resentful for tens of thousands of years would not listen to such a weak and perfunctory explanation.

With a clang, the long sword in her hand was thrown far away. The woman took off her armor abruptly, untied the elegant hair accessories on her head, walked towards him expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice.

"Through my observations over the past few days, I've figured it out. Master, you probably don't like well-behaved, educated women like me, right? You like those women who have crooked minds, are eccentric, and have many tricks, right?"