Chapter 50: The Frail Beauty Whose Life Was Extended by the Immortal Cultivator (5)
At this point, Xiao Yuheng suddenly paused, a solemn look appearing on his face.
He was about to continue, "You will stay with Awu in my place, and then..." take Awu back to Wansheng Sect to seek protection...
Before he could finish, he saw the young man standing there, holding his sword tightly, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He stared at Xiao Yuheng with wide eyes and asked in a voiceless voice, "Brother, do you mean that I should pretend to be you temporarily and protect your wife here???"
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How do I interpret Xiao Yuheng's intentions? If something unexpected happens to him, will he have to replace Xiao Yuheng and become Qingwu's husband?
The straightforward man with a mind focused on kendo thought his brother was saying, "You will stay by Awu's side in my place and become her husband."
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Xiao Yuheng had no idea of the strange thoughts in Xiao Yuheng's mind. He sighed softly, and a trace of sadness that was difficult to conceal flashed across his eyes.
Xiao Yuheng slowly said, "Ah Heng, it's not that I mean to make things difficult for you. It's just that A Wu is too weak right now and really needs someone to take good care of her."
"Except for you, I really can't think of anyone else who is more suitable for this important task. I hope you won't refuse." At this time, Xiao Yuheng's heart was full of helplessness and entanglement, because he knew very well that Qingwu could not bear the huge stimulation at the moment.
If Qingwu knew that he was going to such a faraway and dangerous place, she would definitely not agree and would be worried and anxious about it.
"If this journey goes smoothly, and I succeed in obtaining the Ice Soul Demon Core, I will return immediately. In the meantime, I hope you can be patient for a while and consider it as helping me."
Xiao Yuheng was speechless and wanted to say something in response, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Xiao Yuheng in a hurry.
Xiao Yuheng said hurriedly, "Time is running out. Ah Wu thinks it's time for me to come over. I need to quickly feed Ah Wu today's medicinal food."
"Ah Heng, why don't you just watch from this window how we get along on a daily basis? After all, you will need to act in the same way in the future."
Xiao Yuheng's face was pale, full of confusion, as if there was a huge question mark above his head.
But even so, his anxious brother didn't even turn his head, but just ran quickly towards the room where his wife was.
Xiao Yuheng didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked. A rare curiosity arose in his heart, which had only known how to swing a sword before.
Is my brother really different now, and is only thinking about his wife? Why is that?
Does love really have such power to completely overturn a person's character and behavior? It's hard to imagine!
And then he had to imitate Xiao Yuheng's behavior...
It was unknown what kind of indescribable complex feelings Xiao Yuheng had, but as Xiao Yuheng had said, he secretly watched Qingwu and Xiao Yuheng getting along outside the door of the house.
All I heard was a soft, charming, and melodious call: "Husband."
That sound was enough to soften the heart of anyone who heard it.
Looking at Xiao Yuheng again, he was walking towards Qingwu with a bowl of carefully prepared medicinal food in his hand.
There was a kind of gentleness between his eyebrows that was difficult to describe in words. This gentleness was hundreds of times stronger than the gentleness and respect he had shown to others in Wansheng Sect, and even to his own parents.
There was an intimate and warm atmosphere between the two of them, and every breath of air seemed to be permeated with this sweetness.
This feeling was like countless tiny sweet molecules penetrating into Xiao Yuheng's skin, making him feel extremely uncomfortable all over.
Just that gentle tone was an insurmountable gap for Xiao Yuheng.
From childhood to adulthood, Xiao Yuheng has never truly shown his gentle side to anyone.
He was obsessed with practicing swordsmanship and immersed himself in it all day long. He rarely interacted with others and was indifferent to so-called interpersonal relationships.
And what Xiao Yuheng did next made him so frightened that his eyes almost popped out.
His ears turned red instantly and his whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning, not knowing how to deal with the jaw-dropping scene before him.
I only saw Xiao Yuheng stretch out his broad and powerful hands and gently hug Qingwu's thin shoulders.
Qingwu, on the other hand, was like a docile kitten, snuggling up to her husband very naturally and obediently.
Xiao Yuheng's face, as warm as the spring sun, was filled with a doting smile. He first placed his lips gently on Qingwu's smooth, jade-like forehead with incomparable tenderness, leaving a kiss filled with deep affection and care. Then, he soothed her in a soft voice, "Awu, come, eat the medicinal food first."
When he saw Qingwu frowning again, Xiao Yuheng couldn't be any more gentle with his hands, as if he was afraid that a little harder would hurt her.
He said with pity, "This is a medicinal meal specially prepared for you based on your constitution. I've already tasted it for you, and it's not bitter at all."
But Qing Wu's face was still filled with worry. After sighing heavily, she shook her head, a trace of sadness and resentment in her eyes. She slowly said, "Hey... that smells like herbs too. I'm so sick, and I have to take medicine every day. I really don't know when this will end."
In fact, no, the medicine was prepared by Xiao Yuheng, so naturally there is no bitterness in it. It’s just that Qingwu didn’t want to take the medicine, so she took the opportunity to act coquettishly.
"Husband, why don't we not eat? These precious herbs must be very expensive. Besides, your family has fallen on hard times, so how could Awu be such a burden to you..."
Having said this, Qingwu's eyes turned slightly red, and tears seemed like they would roll down at any time.
"Wait..." Xiao Yuheng laughed upon hearing this, "Awu, who said I came here because my family fell into poverty?"
He looked at Qingwu with a puzzled expression.
"Then why have you never mentioned your family? I know you're an immortal cultivator. That day, you suddenly appeared before me, claiming you were desperate and had nowhere to go."
"It's been quite some time since then, but I've never seen you devotedly cultivating, nor have I heard you return to the Wansheng Sect you mentioned. Isn't this situation due to the misfortune that befell your family, and their decline in fortunes?"
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