Chapter 281 If you like it, I will get it for you.
"No!" Wu Miao was taken aback at first, then blurted out subconsciously.
The voice was somewhat strained, as if it were using all its strength to desperately defend the last vestiges of its pitiful innocence.
Almost there.
It was so close.
If he hadn't touched that mustard seed sac with its roughened texture, he dared not imagine, dared not imagine that he almost...
Jiang Xianwan didn't even look at him. She leisurely picked a leaf, twirled it between her fingers, and said, "That's settled then. What's there to be upset about?"
Wu Miao was completely caught off guard when her disguise was exposed, and her empty, desolate eyes trembled violently.
She jerked herself up on one side, her expression urgent, "But don't you feel terrible?"
He seemed to have lost his way, unable to find a way out, and could only be submerged in the endless mist.
But now, someone, with such a casual yet revitalizing tone, powerfully brings a ray of light to him, as if to sweep away all the lingering mist.
He instinctively gripped the sliver of sunlight tightly, his pupils shimmering with light but unable to focus.
It was probably just his imagination, yet he longed to climb out of the abyss and escape to safety; his body was trembling slightly.
It was as if life and death hung in the balance with a single sentence.
Jiang Xianwan gave him a deep look. "Sect Leader Wu, we're all adults."
Wu Miao froze, muttering to herself, "An adult... an adult..."
"What, if I strolled through the red-light district and touched someone a couple of times, does that mean I have to marry them and take responsibility?"
The mist lowered its head and remained silent.
The fingers gripping the fabric tightened and loosened, then tightened again, over and over.
Her misty, smoky eyes, like drifting snowflakes, were trapped in a world of extreme tension.
As it slowly rotates, a shimmering glimmer of light suddenly breaks through the thick fog, sparkling and radiant, making one feel as if all worldly impurities have been washed away in an instant.
As the fog dissipated, everything became clear.
He suddenly turned his head, and under Jiang Xianwan's all-knowing gaze, he felt a surge of shame and indignation, a belated embarrassment.
His face flushed red, and he insisted.
"I'm asking on behalf of my friend."
Jiang Xianwan: "...Oh."
"I didn't say it was you."
I see through it but don't say anything, lest he jump into the river.
Misty: "..."
He turned away awkwardly, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling like stars, his whole being radiant with moonlight, so beautiful and relaxed that it was impossible to look away.
As if struck by a sudden thought, he stared at her with a strange look, "You went to the flower alley?"
"You even touched her?"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Given that she did indeed have a history of touching eighteen male demons in the Demon Realm, she didn't try to deny it.
It's not like she didn't pay.
Seeing her face full of self-righteous indignation, as if to say, "What's wrong with touching it?" Wu Miao felt light as a feather, and the last bit of gloom in her heart dissipated.
His whole body suddenly relaxed, and he collapsed back as if he had no bones.
Even the strands of her hair moved freely and gracefully with the shifting light and shadow, as dazzling and radiant as ever, revealing her natural elegance.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Junior Uncle."
Jiang Xianwan: "...Then I really have to thank you."
See? Some things are revealed through comparison.
I should have just not talked to him.
Let him suffer for a few more days.
Clearly, Wu Miao was preoccupied with this matter and had no interest in paying attention to anything else.
Otherwise, there's no way I could say something like that.
Wu Miao chuckled and smoothed away all the wrinkles on the cloud-patterned sleeves.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that face, as smooth and delicate as ice and mist, and his gaze gradually became unfocused again.
His lips moved, and he took out two jugs of wine from his mustard seed bag, tossing one to Jiang Xianwan.
"Wanwan, let's have a drink together."
He was trapped in a gloomy place with no way out, unaware of the passage of time or his age, and could only watch himself being swallowed up little by little, like a walking corpse.
once.
Would Jiang Xianwan feel the same way he did?
Wu Miao gulped down the spicy liquor, then covered her mouth and coughed violently, a few tears welling up in her eyes from the alcohol, or perhaps something else.
“Wanwan…” he suddenly looked at her.
“Sect Leader Wu,” Jiang Xianwan swallowed the wine in his throat and interrupted, “there’s no need to mention it again.”
Time is a river that never turns back.
If regret could change the past and allow us to go back, there would be no broken zither gathering dust in a corner, and no footprints, deep or shallow, in the snow that would eventually be covered.
Everyone has their own path to walk and different costs to bear.
Several times, it was the same.
The mist was faint and hazy.
Those clear, bottomless eyes, like a clear sky after a storm, hard and smooth as jade, inherently carry an invisible, untouchable barrier.
It reflects the myriad aspects of life, yet it seems neither to have ever truly stayed for anyone.
And he...
Along with all that has passed.
It is merely a fleeting shadow of a crane in the panorama of humanity, leaving no trace.
His five fingers, held tightly at his sides, were so clenched that the knuckles turned white.
Finally, it slowly opened, letting the wind flow through my fingertips.
But no one ever told him how to let go.
Jiang Xianwan leisurely entered the Void Ancient Realm carrying a wine jug, and casually tossed the contents of his hand onto the ground.
"continue."
Tombstone: "..." So you're not even going to act anymore, huh?
While it worked tirelessly as a free laborer, it also said impatiently, "Lin Qingran cannot be suppressed. You need to find a way to send her to the realm."
"reason."
Jiang Xianwan did not show any surprise. She slowly took a sip of wine, and under her long eyelashes, her slightly dark eyes followed the wild cranes in the idle clouds in the sky.
"The Bow of Calamity." The tombstone's voice held a hint of seriousness and tension. "We need the Bow of Calamity."
The Twins' Cursed Bow must be retrieved; she will only take it out when Lin Qingran goes to the Realm.
Heaven couldn't wait any longer.
Its owner had also waited for far too long.
Whether the twins live or die, whether they can wake up, all depends on this one moment.
The time has come.
When Jiang Xianwan remembered, it was the day of Lin Qingran and that thing's death.
To its surprise, Jiang Xianwan nodded nonchalantly without even considering it, "Okay."
Tombstone: "...Aren't you going to ask me?"
She didn't ask it who it was or why it was by her side.
Why do you insist on finding the Bow of Calamity?
Jiang Xianwan's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and she said calmly, "If you like it, I will get it for you."
Heaven sent her to this world, but it was only to use her to erase Lin Qingran... No, Lin Qingran wasn't qualified.
To be precise, erase the system.
The system and Lin Qingran were of little importance to her, nor were they any of Jiang Xianwan's lifelong obsessions.
The idea of killing them was as natural as drinking water.
She just wanted to know.
who is she.
Who is Jiang Xingxing?
Or perhaps.
Whom did she come into this world for?
In short, it won't be Lin Qingran or the system.
Perhaps, once we see that legendary bow of calamity, everything will become clear.
Tombstone: "..." It's clearly your own preference!
However, that's a rather domineering statement.
The tombstone had never been so pampered by the tiger girls. It couldn't help but glance longingly at the clam shell where the twins were sleeping, and said coyly, "I, I also like clam shells."
The twin clam shell is shimmering with iridescent light, and looks like a very peaceful place to sleep. It must be an ancient clam that has been eyeing this place for a long time.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She hates clam shells the most now!
Jiang Xianwan immediately changed her attitude and revealed her true colors.
Pretending to be deaf and dumb, completely ignoring the tombstone, the person was crying and making a fuss about wanting a clam shell.
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, I could see the ancient realm much clearer, revealing flowing clouds that looked like snowdrifts.
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