It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

If she revealed part of the truth at this time, it would probably be the purpose of the person who killed Gan Rong.

No matter what his goal is, he can't succeed.

Otherwise we will be led by the enemy.

But who exactly wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife?

She thought of someone and calculated the probability of this possibility in her mind.

The night was quiet and the waxing moon did not emit much light. Lan Qingya did not use magic to illuminate the night, but walked back based on her feeling.

There was no one on the road and it was very quiet.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps was heard behind me.

At first, Lan Qingya was immersed in thought and didn't pay attention, but the footsteps moved in rhythm with her footsteps and were difficult to ignore.

There was no fear or worry. Instead, she became curious, collected her thoughts and quickened her pace.

The footsteps behind her were faster than hers.

She suddenly stopped and turned around, only to see a dark figure hurriedly approaching and pulling her behind a big tree beside the path.

The scent of expensive incense reached her nose, with the smell of fire-refined metal left over from years of smelting.

"Fellow Daoist Song." She couldn't see Song Yanche's face clearly, but the hand he held her wrist had thin calluses, and the luxurious satin and silk on his body showed that he lived a life of luxury.

She could tell it was him.

How many months has it been?

He doesn't remember anything, he only remembers that every day was like a year.

I want to see her like crazy.

Song Yanche smelled her scent, and the uncontrollable restlessness in his heart was finally relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Lan Qingya:?

[You said that as if I were a heartless person.]

"I didn't." She pretended to be innocent.

"I explained to you that sealing it is for its own good."

"You are not entirely truthful." Lan Qingya's tone turned cold.

Song Yanche: ...

She's right.

She is so smart, of course she has guessed it.

But does she know her purpose?

"I have my own difficulties..." he began with difficulty.

Lan Qingya slowed down her tone and said, "I know. We are all monks who have lived for hundreds of years. I know that I can't ask you to tell me everything."

"If you really do this, I can't bear your deep affection, so let's let our friendship return to nature, okay?"

She raised her eyes and looked straight ahead, just enough to see his slender neck and meticulous collar.

"No matter what, I recognize the friendship between us as we walked out of the Liang Yi Qian Ji Formation together. If Brother Song needs any help in the future, Qingya will never refuse if I can do it."

Song Yanche pursed his lips.

This was the first time in his life that he had the desire to possess someone, but she pushed him so far away.

At first, it was just out of curiosity that he had heard that she had forged two magical artifacts in a short period of time and wanted to see her in person.

But his post fell on deaf ears and received no response at all.

He is the young master of the Song family, a young master who all the eight major immortal sects have to give some face to.

His talent and beauty are also well-known throughout the world of cultivation.

How many fairies want to have a chance encounter with him, openly or secretly?

But she just treated him coldly.

This actually aroused his competitive spirit.

I sent seven messages in a row, but she still didn't respond.

He felt a little uncomfortable at the time, but after meeting her by chance when he was out, he immediately forgave her for ignoring him.

Unlike him who spent all year immersed in the dark refining room, she was like the scorching sun, so hot that it was blinding.

When he heard her introduce herself for the first time, he hurriedly went under a tree to change into his brocade robe and straightened his clothes, hoping to leave a good impression in front of her.

Traveling with her all the way, he saw different sides of her, which made him fall more and more in love with her.

He concealed his true purpose and sealed the nine-tailed fox.

These lies, which seemed insignificant at first, became too much of a burden to bear when they were exposed later when he began to care more and more about them.

Now the distant words coming out of her mouth made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to explain it, let alone how to get closer to her.

Lan Qingya moved her wrist, trying to break free from him.

However, Song Yanche tightened his grip and was unwilling to let go.

She felt unhappy and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, you are not my opponent at all. I don't want to hurt you. Let's not make things too ugly."

Her words were like a needle piercing Song Yanche's heart. He frowned and moved forward, his lips almost touching her forehead.

Lan Qingya subconsciously turned her head to avoid it.

Hurt by her distant behavior, a crazy idea kept growing in his mind, but he finally suppressed it.

Having been with her, he knew that coercion was the least effective way to make Lan Qingya surrender.

"My aunt is the murderer of Qi Peng." He whispered.

Lan Qingya suddenly raised her head, and her breath sprayed on Song Yanche's neck, making his ears turn red.

"How did you know?"

Song Yanche heard her subtext and found an opportunity to mend their relationship. He felt relieved: "I'll help you."

She couldn't believe it: "You helped me expose your aunt? Why?"

He sighed, his eyes complicated: "In order to prevent the Song family from falling into the abyss with them."

they?

Lan Qingya keenly noticed the key point of his words, vaguely guessed something, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Remember the town where you and I first met? I went there to investigate the matter of Neverland. So our meeting was destined by God."

He lowered his head slightly, his lips less than half an inch away from her cheek beside her nose.

Lan Qingya turned her head away again: "In other words, you already have a lot of clues? Then do you want to share them with me?"

Song Yanche hummed and whispered something in her ear.

All the clues and people were connected together, and Lan Qingya's thoughts gradually became clear.

"In that case, it's best to expose their lies tomorrow morning to prevent any changes from happening later."

Song Yanche was a little absent-minded. He took a few deep breaths with seven points of attachment, and after firmly remembering her scent, he slightly distanced himself from her: "Well, I'll take you home."

Lan Qingya no longer resisted him as before and nodded, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble Brother Song."

Walking back on the path, the two were silent for a while.

Song Yanche held it in for a long time before finally speaking: "I have wanted to send you an invitation several times to invite you to stay at the Song family and discuss weapon refining techniques with me, but unfortunately I have been busy with work and have been delayed."

Lan Qingya thought for a moment and said, "Once this matter is resolved, send me a note and I will leave immediately."

Song Yanche just felt that she was much more positive, and a sense of joy welled up in his heart.

"it is good."

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the originally quiet path, flying through the air and running away.

Lan Qingya's eyes flashed, and she immediately took a deep breath and chased after him.

Song Yanche only had time to say "be careful" and flew after him to catch up.

Staring closely at the figure in front of her, Lan Qingya's mind changed, and a fireball suddenly lit up above that person's head.

In an instant, the woman's graceful figure came into view.

Although it was just a back view, Lan Qingya raised the corners of her lips and smiled.