Yun Huai nudged Xie Ji'an's arm: "Senior Brother, could it be that Xia Wuxin riding in a sedan chair has something to do with you?"

Xie Ji'an didn't speak, but glanced at Xia Wuxin, who was hiding in the sedan chair, with some displeasure.

Yun Huai became even more certain that it was related to his senior brother.

Actually, he had only just thought of it. The main reason was that after the secret realm exit opened and he met his senior brother, his senior brother's emotions had remained stable until the Hengyang Sect people appeared, at which point he noticed that his senior brother seemed to be looking forward to it.

At first, he thought that his senior brother had fallen in love with someone from the Hengyang Sect, and he was even a little worried that his senior brother was influenced by the Destiny Person. But when Xia Wuxin appeared in the sedan chair, he was surprised.

He noticed that his senior brother's face suddenly became very long, and he even looked at Xia Wuxin's sedan chair with a troubled expression, sometimes frowning and sometimes sighing.

July also noticed.

[Tsk, why is Senior Brother's face so long, like a donkey's?]

[A look of misfortune on your face, as if you wanted to see someone suffer but didn't get your wish?]

[Unbearable to look at...]

July complained, then turned her face away, her little face thoughtful.

I wonder if the sewer I helped Xia Wuxin fix the other day is done yet. No, I have to find a chance to go and do that service again...

Xie Ji'an and his six companions were initially confused. Sewers? What are those?

Then, with a knowing look on his face, especially Xie Ji'an, the dark cloud in his eyes completely dissipated, and he even looked somewhat gloating.

I don't understand, but I have a feeling it's not a good thing. Looks like the old man is going to be in trouble.

After leaving the Tiannan Secret Realm, Qiyue did not leave, but looked around.

Seeing this, Song Yanzhuo's face darkened, while the other six looked puzzled: "Junior Sister, what are you looking at?"

Qiyue ignored it, but she was getting a little anxious.

[Wait a minute, I remember Luo Wuji came in the original story, right? And after this trip to the secret realm, his relationship with Xia Wanqing even got closer; they were holding hands. Why haven't I seen him?]

[Huh? Where did everyone go?]

Song Yanzhuo looked smug; he was indeed looking for that damned Holy Son.

Leaning close to Qiyue's ear, Song Yanzhuo pretended to share gossip with the other six, but actually leaned closer to Qiyue and said loudly, "You guys don't know yet, do you? That damned Holy Son and that damned Heavenly Pride Girl are already inseparable!"

July turned around abruptly: "When?"

Song Yanzhuo was secretly pleased, but frowned and said seriously, "I saw it by chance in the last two days. I suppose Hengyang Sect wants to join forces with Holy Sect."

Qiyue was stunned, and excitedly grabbed Song Yanzhuo's collar: "Are you serious? You're not lying to me?"

Song Yanzhuo was furious. Did his junior sister really like that damned Holy Son that much?

"Junior Sister, do you like that damned Holy Son?" Song Yanzhuo couldn't help but ask.

Qi Yue was dumbfounded, pointing to herself: "Me? I like Luo Wuji? Which eye of yours saw that?"

Song Yanzhu snorted coldly: "Hmph, if you don't like him, why are you so nervous about him? You need to think this through. The person that damned Holy Son likes is the one who dug up your spiritual root! No, that damned Holy Son is also the murderer who dug up your spiritual root!"

"Second Junior Brother!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

The other six people were anxious and looked at Song Yanzhuo in disbelief. They never expected him to bring up the story of Qiyue having her spiritual root dug out in the past.

Song Yanzhuo's face paled, and she realized her slip of the tongue: "Junior Sister, I'm sorry, I just..."

Qiyue understood that Song Yanzhuo was worried that she would resort to any means to seek revenge and would not hesitate to be with her former enemies, so she was not angry.

Instead, she smiled sweetly and said obediently, "I know, I know, senior brother, you're worried about me too, I understand. But you don't need to worry, I don't like him, I just feel... um..."

July was speechless with embarrassment.

She suddenly didn't know what to say.

I panicked.

[Holy crap, how the hell am I supposed to explain this? I can't exactly say, "This is a fictional world, I've read this book, and in my memory, their progress wasn't this fast at all."]

[...]

Looking at the seven people, Qiyue could only manage to say, "In short, you just need to believe that I don't like him at all, and I even wish he were dead. If that's not enough, I'll make a vow to the heavens."

Qiyue spoke very seriously, and the seven people who heard her thoughts smiled.

He affectionately patted her head.

"Believe it, believe it, believe it! You're our junior sister, who else can we trust?"

At this moment, Song Yanzhuo realized the key point, took out the small porcelain bottle and returned it to Qiyue, saying awkwardly, "Well, I thought you liked that damn Holy Son."

Qiyue first took the small porcelain bottle with a blank look on her face, and then suddenly understood. She calmly rode her sword towards Xunhui Sect.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm going now, I'm going back."

He was secretly overjoyed.

[Hilarious, everyone, who would guess this? It's just such a coincidence!]

Who would have thought that Brother Pig, by sheer luck, actually did what I wanted to do!

Song Yanzhuo was secretly delighted. So that medicine was the culprit! How terrifying!

Qiyue felt wonderful all the way back to the mountain.

Because everything was going according to her plan.

However, this medicine will only be effective this time. After all, everything is just beginning. The relationship between Xia Wanqing and Luo Wuji is still in the ambiguous stage where the male lead is the one giving unconditionally. True feelings have not yet been revealed, and Xia Wanqing's feelings for Luo Wuji are entirely calculated.

What we can't have makes us restless; what we have, we don't cherish.

When emotions run deep, it's hard to control oneself; when emotions haven't reached their peak, everything is illusory. At times like these, a strong dose of medicine is just what's needed.

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