Xie Linyuan felt the veins on his forehead throbbing again.
He pulled Murong Xiao into this sea of consciousness with the intention of warning the brat to keep his mouth shut, especially about his identity and age, and not to reveal a single word about it to Shen Zhaozhao.
Recalling Yun Ji's sarcastic tone, Xie Linyuan's brow furrowed again.
If it were someone else, he might have scoffed, certain that Zhao Zhao, having tasted his flavor, would never again look at those naive and bland girls.
But that was Qin Zhenzhen.
Who knows what outrageous things that lunatic might do?
Before he could even utter those words, he heard about an even more upsetting and troublesome matter.
Xie Linyuan closed his eyes to suppress the turmoil in his heart. When he opened them again, his eyes were like a bottomless, icy pool.
He gave Murong Xiao, who was kneeling on the ground, a cold glare, his voice devoid of any emotion: "I understand."
Murong Xiao suddenly looked up, his face still streaked with tears. Was this... the end?
Just that one sentence?
Xie Linyuan was too lazy to look at his stupid appearance, and added the second half of the sentence in a detached tone: "This matter has nothing to do with your brother, and I will not pursue it."
Murong Xiao was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
“However,” Xie Linyuan’s voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable pressure, “watch your mouth.”
"..."
Murong Xiao blinked, not quite understanding.
Watch your mouth?
Why not say anything bad about his dog father?
Should we still not say that his brother was negligent?
Seeing his clueless expression, Xie Linyuan frowned slightly, but still impatiently added half a sentence, even though he found it somewhat difficult to say: "Regarding my identity... if even half a word of it reaches your senior sister's ears... you will bear the consequences."
Murong Xiao: "???"
Senior sister?
Senior Sister Zhao Zhao?
What does this have to do with his senior sister?
Murong Xiao blinked his clear yet foolish eyes twice, frantically recalling Shen Zhaozhao's every move today, trying to figure out where he might have offended this big shot.
Suddenly, he jolted awake, as if grasping at a lifeline, and cried out urgently, "Your Excellency! My Senior Sister Zhao Zhao didn't mean to damage your jade pendant!"
As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at Xie Linyuan's expression. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he panicked even more and hurriedly shifted the blame: "It's... it's our sick sect leader, it's all his fault! He's the one who said that the jade pendant was his, and that's why Senior Sister Zhaozhao felt relieved to spread it!"
"When facing the demons this time, my senior sister only spoke arrogantly and disrespectfully to buy time for my brother to repair the earth vein spirit core! She absolutely did not mean any harm! Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against her!"
Xie Linyuan looked at Murong Xiao with a very complicated expression, as if he were looking at an idiot.
The sect leader is sick... isn't that exactly what he is?
This idiot insulted him to his face; the feeling was truly indescribable.
"..."
Murong Xiao secretly glanced at Xie Linyuan's increasingly dark face, and her heart skipped a beat.
It’s over!
Your Majesty has not forgiven Senior Sister for her careless words!
In a moment of madness, he disregarded everything else and began frantically trying to make amends for his senior sister, attempting to gain sympathy by portraying her as a pitiful figure: "Your Excellency! Senior Sister Zhao Zhao, she, she is also a pitiful person!"
"She...she has someone she loves but can't have!"
Murong Xiao racked his brains to recall the time in the secret realm when Shen Zhaozhao gritted her teeth at that "heartless man": "And that man abandoned her several times. Every time Senior Sister Zhaozhao finally managed to win him over, he would turn around and go to someone else's arms!"
"And all those around him are Senior Sister Zhao Zhao's doubles!"
The little brat felt more and more convinced of how sincere his story was, and he was almost moved to tears. "Senior Sister Zhao Zhao has suffered so much. Her sincere heart has been repeatedly trampled on. Please, for her sake, please don't take your anger out on her, considering how pitiful she is and how bumpy her love life is!"
These words only made things worse; the more Xie Linyuan spoke, the more his face darkened to the point of being almost dripping with gloom.
If he could still barely believe that the person Murong Xiao was referring to as "unrequited love" was himself, then the following sentences—"turning around to someone else's arms" and "surrounded by substitutes"—even if he was arrogant, he could tell that this was definitely not about him.
When did he turn around and go looking for someone else?
Where would he get a body double?
His heart and eyes were filled with nothing but that one audacious Shen Zhaozhao from beginning to end.
Murong Xiao stared blankly at his master, who showed no pity whatsoever. Instead, the aura around him grew increasingly terrifying, and the icy rage was almost tangible, freezing his sea of consciousness.
no?
Does his master have no heart?
Senior Sister Zhao Zhao is in such a terrible state, so why is he getting angrier and angrier?
In his rage, Xie Linyuan's brows were frost-like and his eyes were turbulent, which gave rise to a breathtaking and chilling beauty. However, this beauty was so cold that Murong Xiao dared not even breathe.
He just stood there, a low-pressure atmosphere swirling around him, taking a long time to process this utterly absurd "information".
Finally, just as Murong Xiao was about to faint from the terrifying silence and oppressive aura, Xie Linyuan spoke.
He slowly raised his eyes, his unfathomable gaze locking onto the timid brat in front of him: "Who?"
Murong Xiao: "...Huh? Who, who?"
Xie Linyuan almost gritted his teeth as he repeated, word by word, "Who is the person you're talking about, the one your senior sister loved but couldn't have?"
Murong Xiao blinked, unsuspecting, and felt that the Venerable One must have his own reasons for asking this question.
Thinking of this, the little brat tried hard to recall and whispered, "I... I remember my senior sister said something like... RMB..."
...
On the other side.
Shen Zhaozhao sneezed for no apparent reason. She rubbed her nose, wondering if she had caught a cold.
She got up and closed the window, shutting out the night air. Shen Zhaozhao sat back down at the table and picked up the radiant Zixiao sword.
Alright, alright, let's hurry up and finish the blood pact. If we can really awaken a sword spirit, we'll have another trump card next time we encounter a tough opponent.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhaozhao, full of interest, condensed a wisp of spiritual energy at her fingertips, preparing to force out a drop of her heart's blood to drip onto it—
Suddenly, without warning, an extremely cold chill shot up her spine.
Shen Zhaozhao froze instantly, and the hairs on her body stood up in a flash.
This feeling...
It was as if something in the shadows, with a cold, viscous gaze that had been dead for eight hundred years, was locking onto her, making her feel a chill down her spine and her heart pound uncontrollably.
What...what is that behind her?!
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