"Sister, I'm sorry," the little girl said softly, "I wanted to protect the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion for you."
She lowered her head, her voice muffled, unlike anything she'd ever said: "But I'm too weak."
A water droplet fell to the ground with a soft patter, creating a small, dark flower-like pattern.
Then the second drop, the third drop...
It was like a light rain falling on Chu Hongluan's heart.
She embraced Gu Chunxiao, gently patting her back, and said tenderly, "But our Chunxiao is still a child. Children don't need to bear so much responsibility; she just needs to be happy."
At first, the little girl just shed tears silently, but when she was embraced in that familiar, warm embrace, her body, which had been tense for many days, instantly relaxed, and she couldn't help but start sobbing. Hearing her gentle comfort, her sobs grew louder and louder, and finally she burst into loud crying.
This should be the first time she has learned to vent her emotions.
Song Nanhe stood behind her, quietly keeping her company without making a sound or disturbing her.
The little girl cried until she was exhausted and fell asleep in Chu Hongluan's arms.
"Song Nanhe".
Song Nanhe took a few steps forward, took the person from her arms, and gently lifted her up.
"I'll take my junior sister back."
"good."
The young man in white nodded slightly to Chu Hongluan, then turned and stepped onto the long staircase leading out of the dungeon. The open stone door was so bright that anyone who approached would be blurred.
"Song Nanhe, you'll protect her, right?"
"Yes." His voice was firm.
"Regardless of her identity?"
The young man paused, but only paused.
"Regardless of her identity."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two figures disappeared into the light and shadow.
Chu Hongluan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Liu Jinghong, who had remained silent, and saw that his handsome face was full of doubt.
"What is your identity?"
Why do you two seem to be hiding something from me?
"Huh? You didn't know?"
Liu Jinghong blinked and thought carefully for a moment, then realized that she really didn't know.
"Her identity as the Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan."
"--What!??"
The holy maiden of the witch clan was named Shen Jiaojiao.
To be precise, every Holy Maiden was named Shen Jiaojiao.
Because they believe this is the cycle of souls.
But before she became a saint, she also had her own name.
Just like Gu Chunxiao, that was her original name before she became a saintess.
Honestly, it was too easy to guess, because Gu Chunxiao had never deliberately hidden it.
Liu Jinghong rubbed her aching forehead. "When did you find out?"
"Hmm—" Chu Hongluan pondered for a moment, then asked instead of answering, "That Song San, do you still remember him?"
“I remember. The one who claimed to be the third young master of the Song family in the Eastern Region cheated to escape the Illusionary Realm of Inquiry, so I ordered him to be thrown down the mountain.”
"He's dead."
"I didn't do it!" Liu Jinghong's first reaction was to deny it.
Chu Hongluan choked, then sighed speechlessly, "I didn't say it was you who did it. That day, I branded a divine sense onto him, intending to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson. But before I could even go to him, I sensed that very night that he was dead. His internal organs had been ripped out alive by the Gu worms, leaving not even a single hair behind, just a pool of stinking blood."
Liu Jinghong felt a chill run down her spine. How could such a thin and small girl be so ruthless?
Women are terrifying.
Except for Junior Sister Chu.
Even when Junior Sister Chu kills, it's with a certain aesthetic beauty.
With Liu Chengan's rebellion over, Wuming Immortal Mountain returned to its former tranquility.
At night, Chu Hongluan returned to her room, removed the illusion spell from the wound on her back, and, with her clothes half off, observed the healing process of her injury in the mirror.
The bleeding had stopped, the claw marks had begun to heal, and a thin membrane covered the torn flesh.
Unfortunately, the Bone-Regenerating and Muscle-Mending Pill has almost no effect on wounds tainted by the aura of demonic beasts.
What can we do? We just have to tough it out.
The poison on her left and right sides has been neutralized. Given her current cultivation level, she should be almost fully healed in about ten days.
That Nether Dragon is really something; one swipe of its claw almost ripped her spine out.
Just then, someone knocked on the door outside the courtyard.
"Junior sister, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. I brought some peach blossom wine. Would you like to try some?"
Chu Hongluan pulled her clothes back up and walked out of the courtyard, asking, "Is this the newest brew this year?"
"Um!"
Chu Hongluan smiled, pulled off the wooden bolt, opened the door, and froze on the spot after just one glance.
Under the moonlight, the young man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fine gauze. He was wearing a white robe, a rather cool and elegant style, without large embroidery, only silver threads embellishing the cuffs and hem.
He seemed to have just taken a bath, as he smelled pleasantly of soap. His long, smooth hair was loose and unbound, with only two strands tied behind his ears with ribbons.
A gust of wind stirs up a restless heart.
He stood there, tall and slender, his beautiful peach blossom eyes brimming with smiles, shimmering with gentle, tender light.
Under her undisguised admiration, Liu Jinghong's face gradually flushed, and her gaze wandered involuntarily.
Hey! Someone's trying to seduce me!
At this moment, only these six words remained in Chu Hongluan's mind.
She coughed twice, and the area behind her ears turned red.
"Come in."
"……Um."
The two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. The moonlight was perfect, and a gentle evening breeze was blowing.
A gilded wine pot paired with a delicate glass cup; peach blossom wine paired with a beautiful woman of unparalleled beauty.
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