Chapter 18 Teach me how to make you happy? Teach me…

Jiaojiao looked around the room, which had become much more spacious.

Like Liu Yuhen, this room was devoid of any sign of life, empty, cold, and hard. Apart from the soft bedding on the bed, the only items in the room were neatly arranged fine iron swords, silver hooks, and iron balls on the shelves, which would eventually need to be replaced when they became dull.

Liu Yuhen never lit a lamp; the room was as dark as a white night, and all that could be seen was emptiness and gloom.

Although she didn't know why Liu Yuhen and those two strange people had suddenly come here, Jiaojiao guessed that there must be a courtyard full of flowers here, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Before she could even smell the source of the flower fragrance, she heard very light footsteps outside the door.

A fragrant breeze wafted in as the wooden door was gently pushed open, and a woman of unparalleled beauty entered.

The moment she appeared, an almost tender expression appeared in Liu Yuhen's single eye.

The beautiful swallow looked at him with shimmering eyes, but after its gaze fell on his ferocious face, it quickly looked away, twisted its waist to get closer to him, lowered its head slightly to rest in his arms, and breathed softly, saying, "Well done."

She knew that her beauty was her best weapon.

The man before her only needed a tiny bit of feigned affection to become her most obedient knife.

Her lowered eyes were filled with coldness and disgust. Just as Liu Yuhen subconsciously raised his hand to hug her, she had already turned away.

Shangguan Feiyan left the room with a smile and a leisurely demeanor. Of course, she had no time to deal with people who had no further use to her. Right now, she only needed to hold onto Lu Xiaofeng as her trump card.

This trip was merely to squeeze the last bit of value out of a useless knife.

Liu Yuhen stared at her back without moving, his expression calm, like a stagnant lake.

This beautiful, gentle, and pure woman kept saying she liked him, but how could he not understand that Shangguan Feiyan was just using him with feigned affection?

He understood that in his current state, everyone would feel disgust and fear towards him, so how could anyone genuinely like him? They were just deceiving themselves.

It's laughable that Liu Yuhen would secretly yearn for even a sliver of genuine affection.

He stood frozen in the door that had been opened and closed for a long time, his expression hidden in the darkness, until the night completely swallowed him up, before he walked back dejectedly.

He was like a desolate city, with insurmountable high walls.

Even though the person wielding the sharp blade said they loved him, his hidden longing for tenderness still made him jump into the trap, even though he knew it was a trap.

So he allowed the man with the blade to break down the wall and force his way in, tearing him to pieces with each blow.

He had long since become a parched land; this was merely a desperate measure to quench his thirst, a conscious act of self-deception that someone would be willing to treat him with sincerity.

He walked dejectedly towards the cold bed, as if walking towards a life that had already sunk into an abyss.

His bitterness and pain spread silently in the quiet, deathly dark room, until the air was filled with death.

This scene would evoke a sense of pity and sorrow in anyone who witnessed it, including a little butterfly spirit.

Yu Die Nu cannot reverse the present life, but she can weave a dream for him.

A beautiful dream she imagined.

Thin, transparent butterfly wings shimmered faintly in the darkness, and a light green mist drifted over silently as he fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, hundreds of butterfly fragments flew up from the mist, intertwining and swirling around him.

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Liu Yuhen's consciousness was hazy, his vision blurred, and the sounds around him were indistinct and indistinct. He struggled to break free from some invisible constraint, like a drowning person trying to escape a deep pool, and hoarsely uttered, "Who..."

He struggled to open his eyes, instinctively bracing himself on his elbows as he tried to get up. The warmth beneath him seeped through his thin clothes, momentarily warming his otherwise cool body.

I found myself lying across someone's lap.

"You're awake?" Jiaojiao looked down at him. Her pale and delicate face was filled with soft eyes. Her clear doe eyes curved into a sweet dimple, and pure joy almost overflowed.

However, her smile froze under Liu Yuhen's unusually cold gaze.

His eyes had always been cold, but at this moment, that murderous intent that made Jiao Jiao tremble resurfaced.

Liu Yuhen stood up swiftly, his chilling iron hooks bringing a fierce gust of wind as he struck, aiming precisely at her neck.

However, his iron hook remained firmly planted at her neck, simply because the beautiful girl before him, who looked like a mountain fairy, did not flinch at all, but instead looked at him with her crystal eyes filled with sparkling water.

Her nose and the corners of her eyes were red. She already had an innocent and lively appearance, and the way her eyelashes were wet with tears made her even more pitiful, causing the hearts of those around her to clench.

Even Liu Yuhen, faced with those red, tearful eyes, couldn't bring himself to cruelly pierce her fragile neck with the iron hook.

His body tensed, his single eye coldly scrutinizing her. "Where is this? What do you want to do?"

When he woke up, he was taken from the Golden Roc King's guest room to a cave.

What exactly is the force behind bringing him here unknowingly?

In just a few breaths, he had already discovered that the beautiful girl in front of him had no internal strength, but he did not let his guard down. Martial arts can kill, but there are many ways to injure people.

Jiaojiao sensed his murderous intent and vigilance, and approached him with a trembling voice, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

Her voice was soft and slightly childlike, like a daisy swaying in the misty forest. As she spoke, she was already very close to him, and even though he only had half a nose left, he could smell the sweet floral and fruity fragrance on her.

Liu Yuhen stared at her with his single, deep eye; this was clearly not the distance and reaction a normal person would have when meeting him.

Others would avoid her like the plague, let alone such a beautiful woman.

Liu Yuhen had always thought that Shangguan Feiyan's beauty was already beyond the mundane world, but compared to the girl in front of him, she was nothing at all.

The girl wore a light orange-green gauze dress, her skin was as white as pearls and jade, and her misty doe eyes seemed to hold a pool of clear spring water, innocent and pure. There were also two symmetrical moles at the corners of her eyes, making her look incredibly charming.

At that moment, she was looking at him with her clear eyes, telling him not to be afraid.

Liu Yuhen chuckled at the sarcastic remark and said cryptically, "I never knew Liu Yuhen was worth so many people's attention."

He knew that Shangguan Feiyan was just using him, but Liu Yuhen was not one to be manipulated like this again and again.

Even the most beautiful woman, Liu Yuhen, would not be humiliated by being subjected to the same tactic twice.

He raised the iron ball, which was bigger than a human head, from his left wrist and hovered it over Jiao Jiao's fair and delicate face.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "If you don't talk, I'll smash your pretty face."

"I really didn't lie to you, I won't hurt you, you can believe me..."

Her moist, watery eyes looked at him pleadingly.

Her eyes were a very pale amber color, crystal clear in the sunlight, unable to hide a trace of darkness. Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered twice. She bit her lip and said uneasily, "You suddenly appeared in the cave. There really is no one else here."

This is a lie riddled with holes.

Jiaojiao only wanted to hide the fact that she was a demon, but Liu Yuhen, seeing her constantly evasive eyes, suddenly closed his eyes, chuckled, and put down the deadly iron ball.

Her eyes were so clear, like gurgling spring water, capable of extinguishing anyone's murderous intent. Even if he guessed what she was planning, Liu Yuhen couldn't bring himself to do it.

The land of gentle pleasures is indeed a graveyard for heroes. Liu Yuhen could only admit that she was so beautiful and pure that she could soften the hearts of every man in the world.

Jiaojiao assumed he believed her, breathed a sigh of relief, her shallow dimples blooming, and softly asked him, "My name is Jiaojiao, what's your name?"

She had only heard the pale-faced scholar call him Brother Liu, and she only knew that his surname should be Liu.

Liu Yuhen, of course, would not believe such nonsense. Having gone to great lengths to bring him to the deep mountains, how could he not know who he was?

It would be laughable if he believed such a thing.

He should have remained silent and ignored her, but instead he stared at her with his cold, single eye, his voice hoarse and meaningful: "I am Liu Yuhen, the one who kills without regard for his own life."

His voice was as cold as if it had been chilled to the bone, and anyone who met that deformed, single eye filled with murderous intent would involuntarily tremble.

Jiaojiao's expression didn't change much. She just murmured the three words "Liu Yuhen" a few times, like a baby learning to speak, and said slowly, "Your name is so beautiful. I really like willow trees. When the branches of the willow tree by the lake brush the water, they sway and sway. I like to dance under the willow tree."

Before he could react, Jiaojiao stepped forward and lifted his right wrist, which was attached to the iron hook. Her eyes lit up as she looked at him expectantly. "We can go see it together."

Liu Yuhen's right arm stiffened involuntarily, and he said with a cold smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Jiaojiao tightened her grip on his sleeve, looked into his eyes and whispered, "You don't want to kill me anymore, I can feel it."

If Liu Yuhen really wanted to kill her, he would have done so the moment they met.

He coldly withdrew his right wrist, saying expressionlessly, "Just because I don't want to kill now doesn't mean I won't want to kill later."

He said, slowly and deliberately, "You."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing his consistently cold attitude, tears welled up in Jiaojiao's eyes again. She clasped her hands together inside the thin gauze and said with a hint of grievance, "I just wanted to make you a little happier."

He stared intently into her moist eyes, his gaze cold, and sneered, "There are plenty of ways to make me happy."

As he spoke, he used a silver hook to lift her chin, his cold and unrestrained gaze sweeping over every part of her face, as if he were examining a commodity waiting to be sold.

Jiaojiao didn't feel offended. She blinked lightly and asked without any shame, "Then how can I make you happy? Teach me."

A note from the author:

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The sweet strategy mode is about to begin.

Do not make harsh remarks to the butterfly spirit, because she will take them seriously.