Heaven knows that Qingyun was furious at that moment. He had faked his death to escape the constraints of the Heavenly Dao and fled into this small world. His soul had just entered this dead body filled with resentment, and before he could even catch his breath, he sensed a fluctuation of the Heavenly Dao, which was coming from Lin Yuhao outside.

It's like escaping from a dragon's den only to fall into a tiger's lair.

Based on his experience of killing 99 "protagonists," the one who could exhibit such fluctuations must be the so-called "protagonist" of this world, and the Heavenly Dao must be closely investigating him through Lin Yuhao's eyes at this very moment.

If Heaven discovers he is still alive...

Qingyun gritted his teeth. He had already damaged most of his soul by withstanding the attack from the Heavenly Dao. If it happened again, he would surely die!

"Hmm?" Nie Chenyuan carefully observed Qingyun's expression, finding it increasingly interesting. "Are you afraid of Lin Yuhao?"

As he spoke, he deftly turned his neck twice, breaking free from Qingyun's grasp.

Qingyun narrowed her eyes and carefully examined Nie Chenyuan. She realized she had underestimated him.

Lin Yuhao's footsteps grew closer, and the oppressive feeling brought by the Heavenly Dao became increasingly heavy.

The lounge was simply furnished, with only a very large sofa and a coffee table in the center.

Qingyun's heart stirred, and she reached out to pull off Nie Chenyuan's tie and then unbuttoned his suit jacket.

"Tsk, are you even an adult yet?"

Nie Chenyuan almost laughed at his decisive action and glanced meaningfully at Qingyun's blue and white school uniform.

Being held hostage by a naive and well-behaved high school student who looked like a "good student," Nie Chenyun couldn't muster any sense of tension.

Qingyun gritted his teeth, furious that he had been reduced to this state. Even this old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years was so angry that he wanted to curse.

The body that fit him was indeed a high school student, and the name was also Qingyun. Coincidentally, the original body was the one that Lin Yuhao outside had beaten to death.

In fact, Qingyun is Lin Yuhao's half-brother, but Lin Yuhao's mother was forced into marriage by Qingyun's father, who threatened Lin Yuhao and his father with their lives.

This year, Lin Yuhao participated in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament on the recommendation of the Ancient Martial Arts Association. Naturally, he couldn't help but expose the conspiracy from back then, defeat Qingyun's father, Qing Haolin, and take Lin's mother away. He also won the championship of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, drawing praise from everyone in the ancient martial arts world.

However, Qing Haolin died because of the energy secretly injected by Lin Yuhao. Today, when Qing Yun came to his door, Lin Yuhao secretly destroyed her dantian and threw her on the mountain to wait for death.

No matter how many times she goes around in circles, Qingyun always ends up opposing the "protagonist".

"Shut up if you want to live!" Qingyun threw the original owner's memories to the back of her mind; avoiding the Heavenly Dao's inspection was the most important thing.

"Oh?" Nie Chenyuan looked at the hand that was fixed on his belt buckle with a smile in his eyes.

Although he seemed carefree and irresponsible, he was constantly assessing the danger level of Qingyun. Although he did look like a young man who had just come of age, with extremely immature features, his agile skills suggested that he should not be underestimated.

Should we give Lin Yuhao a heads-up, since they have some connection?

Qingyun paused for only a second before unbuckling Nie Chenyuan's belt, grabbing his collar, and the two of them fell onto the sofa together.

Nie Chenyuan was extremely tall, completely covering the petite Qingyun.

Nie Chenyuan looked at the bloodstains on Qingyun's body in surprise: "She was injured like this?"

He glanced down at the school badge on Qingyun's school uniform and raised an eyebrow: "Xuancheng Middle School? You guys got into a fight and the school doesn't care?"

Qingyun had no interest in paying attention to him. He was currently frantically searching his mind for the original owner's memories and information about this world, trying to find something to increase the probability that Lin Yuhao would ignore him.

It's good that he escaped this time. Heaven won't possess the protagonist forever. Right now, he's probably just checking around in different worlds because he suspects he's dead.

With her physical body in the way, Qingyun could easily evade the Heavenly Dao's hasty inspection with a little disguise. However, seeing that the original body was still alive, Lin Yuhao would definitely be surprised, and the Heavenly Dao attached to Lin Yuhao would also be affected, examining him more closely.

Therefore, as long as we avoid Lin Yuhao, we can avoid the will of Heaven.

Her gaze shifted to the coffee table, where she saw the perfume bottles reserved for guests. Qingyun's eyes narrowed, and she reached out and smashed the perfume bottles on the ground.

A rich fragrance immediately filled the air, masking the bloody smell on Qingyun's body.

After doing all this, Qingyun completely huddled on the sofa, her cold eyes fixed on Nie Chenyuan, silently conveying a threat.

At the same time, his slightly cool fingers slipped under the hem of Nie Chenyuan's shirt.

Nie Chenyuan's back muscles twitched twice from the movement. He lowered his eyes and was about to make a joke when he noticed that Qingyun's finger was pressing on his fifth thoracic vertebra.

If Qingyun were to strike that spot with such force, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.

Nie Chenyuan completely suppressed his smile and looked deeply into Qingyun's eyes.

Those eyes were as pure as a clear spring, yet they held a hidden madness. Nie Chenyuan knew that this was not just a threat, but a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent.

Qingyun's life is actually extremely disciplined. Just like her current residence, even though she has lived there for more than three years, it still looks completely deserted. Everything is neatly arranged, and the living room and bedroom are spotless.

There was one corner that seemed out of place, filled with all sorts of trinkets of different styles.

These are all the work of Zou Minchen.

Qingyun walked into that bookcase, picked up an exquisite robot, and played with it in her palm.

That man has forgotten everything else, but he still remembers this one thing: whenever he comes across something new or interesting, he always sends it to Qingyun. I wonder if his current behavior of collecting these childish things, despite his fierce-looking face, has frightened anyone.

A hint of a smile flashed in Qingyun's eyes.

He will be staying in China for quite some time this time. After pondering for a while, Qingyun began to tidy up the trinkets on the bookshelf, neatly placing them in boxes and putting them into his suitcase.