I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

"Do you want me to invite you up personally?" The cold voice made Qingtian frown.

Okay, cross out the word "good intentions" in front.

To go... or not to go...

She didn't have the final say, the pressure from the other side's general was a naked threat.

After a few flashes, Qingtian stood at the door of the wooden house.

Space Gate...

A pretty high-end thatched house.

Passing through the chaotic light gate, Qingtian entered the wooden house.

There is a different world inside, the wooden structure looks completely different from the outside. Although the decoration is still in the original and simple style, it is very spacious and there are two space doors inside.

An Rujing leaned on the straw mat with a calm expression.

The wooden lattice windows at the back are covered with vines and flowers, and through the gaps in the windows you can see the beautiful scenery of the lake and the lively square opposite.

There is a wooden food table on the left side of the wooden house. There is a charcoal fire burning in the sunken area in the middle, and there are many grilled foods on the iron rack...

Qingtian looked at the barbecue with a relaxed expression and swallowed.

Looking at the young man opposite her who had the same hair color as An Ruli, she felt much calmer.

A member of Anjuli's tribe.

I just don’t know if it’s my father, brother, second uncle, eldest uncle, or great grandfather…

This is the bad thing about cultivators. People with high cultivation cannot tell their age or seniority. But the other party is a divine general, so he can't be a real young man. Most likely he is a family patriarch or elder.

Thinking of this, Qingtian tightened the blanket around him, pressed his hand against his chest and bowed slightly with a solemn expression, "Hello, the moonlight tonight is very nice."

"..."

An Rujing's cold face froze for a moment, and his cold eyes looked from her messy hair to her bare feet.

"Has it been a long time since we last met? You can't even call me brother? Emile really spoiled you!"

"..."

It’s my brother…

Qingtian was slightly surprised, but soon smiled and relaxed.

An Ruli has a brother who is a god general, so she is safe tonight...

No wonder he not only saved people but also prepared midnight snacks.

"Brother is the best. He knows I'm starving."

Qingtian spoke in a cheerful tone. He walked to the food counter, knelt down, and sucked a piece of barbecue that was cooling on the plate with a fork.

"Wow, it's delicious. Brother's cooking skills are really good."

"..."

An Rujing's indifferent face finally couldn't hold back. It was the first time he saw An Ruli being so presumptuous!

And…it was his fork, his roast!

"It's so delicious, what kind of meat is this?" Qingtian took another piece intoxicatedly.

An Rujing's face darkened as he said in a deep voice, "Human flesh."

"..."

Qingtian paused and turned around to see the man with a bad look on his face.

It seems that I guessed wrong. The relationship between these two siblings is not so relaxed and casual...

I thought that a noble lady with such high cultivation as An Ruli would be very favored in front of her relatives, but I didn't expect that it was not the case.

She adjusted her strategy in time, put down her fork, sat down properly and smiled, "Sorry, I'm so hungry. I think my brother wants to talk to me about something today."

An Rujing said expressionlessly: "Why, can't I come to you for nothing?"

"..."

It's a sunny day and I'm speechless. Does this person really want to kill the day?

An Rujing stood up and walked to the food counter, glancing coldly at her feet, "You've made my floor dirty."

Qingtian took a deep breath and cast a few cleaning spells on himself and the floor.

An Rujing's expression relaxed, and he sat down to eat his midnight snack.

Qingtian's eyes were empty as he continued to repair An Ruli's soul...

When Anjou finished his supper and put down the plate, he asked, "What's going on between you and those two? How dare you get into Poctjie's bed under Emile's nose?"

"..."

Although Qingtian was not clear about the emotional entanglement among the three, he could roughly guess something from what Pokjie said to Anjuli.

Emile is dead, and Poctet is dying too...

So...she doesn't mind giving Pokjedo some hatred.

Qingtian's eyes gradually became tearful, and he clenched his fists and looked at An Rujing with a feeling of grievance, "...Pokjie threatened and forced me to do this."

An Rujing was stunned for a moment, looking at the clear sky thoughtfully.

"Does Emile know?"

Qingtian lowered her eyes and cried, "Poketie deliberately exposed the affair between me and him so that Emile would give up on me, and Emile... agreed."

"Agreed?" An Rujing was very surprised.

Qingtian sniffed, covered his face with his hands, and choked up, "Yes, that's why Pokjie bullied me unscrupulously... They don't respect me so much, they don't take the Anjou family seriously at all... They don't take you seriously!"

"..."

An Rujing looked at her with dark eyes, which made Qingtian feel uneasy.

After a long while, An Rujing said quietly, "For more than 20 years, you have not been able to get into his heart. You have always been just a toy for entertainment. You are really incompetent."

“?” Qingtian paused.

There's something wrong with this brother!

Even if he might be part of the same powerful gang as those two, he shouldn't belittle his own sister like that.

and many more!

Even if the brothers and sisters of the imperial nobles are related by blood, the ones who truly care about each other are mostly siblings from the same mother.

If Anjouli and he just have the same father...

Qingtian suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood their relationship.

An Rujing's attitude towards An Ruli may not be like a brother's strictness towards his sister... but like a family head towards his illegitimate daughter...

"Why don't you cry anymore? Do you feel ashamed?" An Rujing looked at her sarcastically, "This is the man you've been trying so hard to get."

Qingtian pursed her lips, her heart pounding.

She knew nothing about Anjuli's past, and it would be better not to say anything now as it would be more wrong.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, An Rujing said, "Nothing to say? Weren't you quite talkative when you were showing off in front of aunt in the past?"

"..."

Who is the aunt? Qingtian was puzzled.

But she suddenly remembered something. When Lorenzo was in Medes, he seemed to have told her that Emile already had a wife, a lady from the Anjou family...

So…Emir’s wife is Anjouli’s aunt?

After figuring everything out, Qingtian felt terrible.

An Rujing looked at her changing expression and misunderstood her, "Do you feel ashamed now? Back then, you even dared to lie to Pokjie for the sake of Emir, and you didn't even care about the reputation of your family. Now that you have done nothing, you can't blame others."

"..."

Qingtian gritted his teeth. Although he knew that the other party was not mocking him, he still felt unhappy.

And is now the time to criticize An Ruli's work style?

It's time to discredit Pokjie!

Qingtian took a deep breath and broke down crying.

"Even if I was wrong in the past, why is Poctjie treating me like this now? I am still a member of the Anjou family after all. How can he torture me like that!"

"Are you so cruel that you can watch me being tortured and suffer? No matter what, I am still your sister and I share the same blood as you!"

"My sister? Are you worthy?" An Rujing suddenly showed a chilling sneer, "From the day you decided to trade your body for benefits, you are no longer my sister."

"..."

Qingtian couldn't continue acting. An inexplicable fear arose in her heart, as if An Ruli's subconscious mind was afraid.