Chapter 66 The Sword Throws a Tantrum

Jiang Xianwan glanced at Qin Qin and said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Qin, your cultivation has improved once again."

In the past few days, thunder has been almost constant on the back mountain.

Qin Qin smiled shyly, "I was just about to congratulate you too."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xianwan had already reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm in a short period of time.

It seems he needs to work harder.

He paused, his brows furrowed, as if he had many questions. "In the last few days, I found that my sword intent suddenly became extremely strong, and I had some insights."

Jiang Xianwan's lips twitched.

The sword intent was at its peak?

Was it when she was giving a speech, and those swordsmen were pumped up with adrenaline and full of passion?

No wonder many disciples who were punished and sent to the Sword Cave made great progress, and the three senior brothers also made gains in their own way.

Qin Qin stopped and hesitated for a moment before truthfully saying, "Junior Sister Wanwan, Senior Brother Shi and I just asked a few fellow disciples who had been in contact with Lin Qingran these past few days, and it seems they've had some bad luck."

Jiang Xianwan was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Qin Qin, who seems cold and aloof, is quite thoughtful. "I was the same when I met them."

Qinqin immediately tensed up, "What happened?"

Jiang Xianwan shook her head, feeling there was no need to say more. "It's nothing serious, maybe it's just a coincidence."

Qin Qin frowned.

If there are too many coincidences, then they are no longer coincidences.

The two exchanged a few more words, and Qin Qin, her ears red, reluctantly left.

Su Qingliu's long, jade-like fingers firmly gripped his wife's buzzing hand, secretly wondering whether he should make Qinqin cry.

Bai Ziye stood up from the bushes and placed his hands on Jiang Xianwan's shoulders. "Junior Sister, am I still your dear Second Senior Brother?"

Lin Yujin pretended to wipe away tears with her sleeve, "What about me? Am I still your dearest junior brother?"

Jiang Xianwan: "...?"

"Don't you guys have any self-awareness? Why are you jealous of him all the time?"

However, Jiang Xianwan still got her hair splattered with spittle from her junior brother and was ordered by her three senior brothers to stay away from Qin Qin.

As she wiped her face, she returned to the side courtyard, her numb expression shattering in an instant.

Here we go again!

Jiang Xianwan pushed open the door without looking to the side and walked straight to the bed, wrapping herself up in the quilt, feeling weak and helpless.

express.

I don't play chess.

They also did not enter the Spirit Ruins.

Di Yin looked worried and placed his finger on her forehead. Jiang Xianwan immediately jolted awake, her eyes snapping open with a wary expression. "What are you doing?"

Are you feeling unwell?

"……have."

Di Yin was extremely anxious and carefully checked her pulse again, "Where does it hurt?"

Will it cause any problems?

Jiang Xianwan said, "I noticed you're not feeling well."

The Northern Emperor stopped speaking, his dark eyelashes, like wisps of smoke rising from distant mountains, drooped with a hint of grievance, and he pleaded, "Then...can you bear with it?"

I want to see you.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She sat up wearily. "Let's talk."

Di Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, and her cloud-patterned sleeves fell onto the pillow as her hands stiffened slightly.

Hearing Jiang Xianwan bring up the idea of ​​talking for the umpteenth time, she felt a pang of sadness and said softly, "Okay."

He bent down and sat on the footstool, his hands and ankle-length silver hair falling to his knees. His pupils were moist and soft, like gardenias after a light drizzle, reflecting only one person.

His extremely obedient appearance contrasted sharply with his pure and snow-like temperament. The way he sat down with his head bowed showed no trace of imperial demeanor.

Jiang Xianwan took a slow, silent breath. "When are you leaving?"

She couldn't take it anymore. Even though Di Yin and Lin Qingran had no relationship whatsoever, she didn't intend to get too involved with him.

Men will only slow down her cooking and earning speed.

Just look at... Feng Huixue and you'll know!

Before he could answer, Jiang Xianwan delivered a cold and indifferent reply, saying, "I really do have someone I like, so please, Your Majesty, don't try to ruin our relationship."

She said similar things eight hundred times, but Di Yin accepted them all, obediently lowering his eyes and letting them go in one ear and out the other.

Di Yin pursed his thin lips, his lips turning pale, and remained silent, his expression still calm.

Jiang Xianwan was suddenly alarmed.

She stared in astonishment at those restless eyes and the thin layer of ice that had instantly formed on the person's temples, instinctively clutching the blanket tighter.

I was momentarily dazed.

Everyone says that sons resemble their mothers, but she felt that Jiang Xingxing resembled Di Yin more.

Even their eyes, like glass, filled with the mist and snow of the stream, were exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but think.

If Di Yin has fallen for her, then he must like Jiang Xingxing, right?

She has no feelings for Di Yin, but should she stop them from recognizing each other as father and son?

It would be good to have one more person to love and care for me.

Jiang Xianwan is an orphan, and understands the longing for family companionship better than others.

But the thought that Feng Huixue would probably cry for three days and three nights made her immediately give up the idea.

Jiang Xingxing is not lacking in fatherly love, nor is he lacking in love.

She and Feng Huixue could both give him.

"Please."

She said.

beg.

Di Yin's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were also chaotic, like a candle flame about to go out. His long hair, which seemed to flow with a hazy silver light, made his cheeks appear even paler.

He peeked out a slender, bony wrist from his sleeve, and his trembling palm landed on Jiang Xianwan's back, gently pulling her into his embrace.

“Wanwan, listen to this.”

It was almost a plea.

Jiang Xianwan paused in her act of refusing, and subconsciously held her breath.

All the introductory sounds of insects seemed to vanish in an instant.

Then, a violent heartbeat came from beside my ears, so intense it seemed to burn through the chest cavity of the heart's owner.

The man who was holding her tightly was trembling slightly, as if he were being squeezed by an invisible, endless pain.

"Don't push me away...don't push me away..."

"It hurts here..."

His voice was moist, as if he were holding tears, and his words were incoherent.

Each sound reached Jiang Xianwan's ears.

"sorry……"

"But...it seems like I have no way...I can't do it..."

"I can't do it."

After a while.

He choked up, his breath coming out weakly.

"It was my greed."

Knowing full well that she shouldn't have made such an intimate and abrupt move, she was even afraid of the sudden surge of anger and jealousy that welled up inside her.

They wanted to take her away and hide her in the Wuyun Palace.

But what gives him the right?

It was all his fault.

It was his fault from the beginning.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry."

"I can't do it... I can't let go."

Jiang Xianwan looked up helplessly and saw that the god, who should have been emotionless and without desire, had his eyes redden silently, and a tear suddenly fell from his eye.

Like a white bird soaked by the rain, its body rumpled and scattered into the mud, its original color no longer recognizable.

Jiang Xianwan stiffly lowered her head, looking at the tear that dripped onto her fingertip, feeling as if a red-hot branding iron had been branded into her heart.

Just after Di Yin left, Feng Huixue's voice transmission arrived.

Those chaotic thoughts, like weeds, gradually dissipated in an instant, replaced by a guilty conscience, as the father and son kept telling her to be obedient.

Jiang Xingxing's crisp voice sounded particularly sad, "Mother, you can't abandon Father, Xingxing objects."

Jiang Xianwan was speechless and choked with emotion.

That dead fox, what did he teach us?

When did she ever say she didn't want him anymore?

Even if she doesn't want it, this clingy bastard will still peel off her skin first.

Can't they teach something reliable?

Feng Huixue felt both guilty and smug, and even produced a guarantee for her to read aloud.

No matter what, he and Jiang Xingxing are the greatest.

Jiang Xianwan was so angry that she wanted to beat him up.

Resigned to his fate, he coaxed the two children to their satisfaction, cut off the communication, buried his face in the small bib that Jiang Xingxing had worn, and prepared to take a nap before continuing his cultivation.

She had only been asleep for less than three seconds when Yun Weize's voice pierced through the clouds and drifted to her ears.

Are you asleep?

Jiang Xianwan: "...I'm asleep."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice said, "That's good. Get up and go back to sleep."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Just as he was losing his temper, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Xianwan jumped up in a flash.

Xu Yanzhou also looked very grumpy, his whole body looking extremely haggard. "Wanwan, Jian is throwing a tantrum."