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

No, no.

She knew his feelings, and the love and affection they had shown these days was not fake.

This is how he comforted himself.

Thinking of Lan Qingya's temperament, he became even more frightened.

Since entering the jurisdiction of Yalan Peak, Lan Qingya has sensed Song Yanche.

Landing on the top of the mountain, she looked at the pale-faced man with complicated eyes.

"My lady, I'm back." He spoke nervously, testing her attitude.

Gong Yijue's face turned cold: "Elder Song, please be careful with your words."

Song Yanche pursed his lips stubbornly: "She is my wife."

"Really? You tricked your wife into coming here?" Gong Yijue's tone was filled with anger.

Lan Qingya held Gong Yijue back and said, "Big Brother, let me handle this myself."

Gong Yi Jue met her calm eyes and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Patting her hands in support, Gong Yi Jue snorted coldly and flew back to Liang Yi Peak.

Tu Shanwei, Qi Yanchen and Fu Feng were also present at Yalan Peak at this moment. Lan Qingya waved her hand and set up a ban, covering the three of them together.

Qi Yanchen, who was hiding in a side hall and eavesdropping, became tense and couldn't help but peeking with half an eye.

Tu Shanwei pursed his lips. Ever since he was exposed, he could no longer get close to his sister.

That guy...

He suppressed his anger and stared at Lan Qingya.

Fu Feng, who was leaning against the branches of an ancient tree, also fixed his gaze on the two of them, with an unclear meaning.

Now that there are only three of them left, Song Yanche feels inexplicably timid.

He pulled up the corners of his lips and forced a smile: "Qingya, I'm back. I missed you a lot this month. Look, this is what I gave you..."

"Fellow Daoist Song," Lan Qingya said, and paused, as if she felt that the title was too cold and harsh. "Elder Song, do you have anything to explain?"

When Song Yanche heard the obvious alienation in her tone, he felt a dull pain in his heart and could hardly breathe.

"I...it's not me...I don't know about the love flower Gu."

Lan Qingya squinted at him, as if trying to determine the truth in his words.

Behind Song Yanche, Song Jin, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly rushed forward and shouted to Lan Qingya, "Fairy Rong Chen! It was me. I did it on the wedding night when you and I were both asleep."

"Our young master is obsessed with you and is almost crazy about you. I really can't bear to see him suffer like this, so I decided to help him."

Lan Qingya remained unmoved.

So, if your intentions are good, you can manipulate others?

His heart is pitiful, but his actions are hard to forgive.

"If you don't believe me, Fairy, I can swear on a swear! My young master is sincere to you!"

Lan Qingya lowered her eyes: "Are you done?"

Song Jin was startled, raised his head and looked into her cold eyes, choked for a moment, and nodded.

Lan Qingya raised her hand and waved it gently, and he was pushed out of the restriction with great force.

Song Yanche looked at Lan Qingya's unchanged stern face and couldn't help but feel hope rising in his heart.

She got it.

It wasn't him.

Will she forgive him?

"Qingya, look, this is what I made for you before I went out..."

"Fellow Daoist Song, you know this, right?" Lan Qingya narrowed her eyes, and her cold words pierced into his heart like an icicle.

"My senior brother saw my abnormality at a glance."

"Although we have known each other for a short time, you know my personality to some extent."

"My temperament changed drastically at that time. Didn't you notice it at all?"

"I have been refining weapons for many years and I am very careful. If you insist that you didn't find anything, I have nothing to say."

Song Yanche was silent, his heart being torn apart bit by bit, painfully and slowly.

"But since you discovered it, why didn't you look for the cause, but let what happened later happen to us?"

Lan Qingya said this and couldn't help but close her eyes.

Those foolish and absurd days seem to be right before my eyes.

She turned her head away from him and said, "Even if the love flower poison was created by Song Jin on his own initiative, you are not innocent."

Panic flashed in Song Yanche's eyes, and he made excuses for himself incoherently: "I don't know, no, I have a feeling."

"But you were so obsessed with me at that time. I was so bewildered and attracted by your tenderness that I didn't have the energy to think about anything else..."

Seeing Lan Qingya's cold expression, he hurriedly changed his words: "No, it's not your fault, I was blinded by happiness, so, that's why I didn't think too much about it!"

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that it was a bit far-fetched, and his voice lowered: "I love you, Qingya, I really love you..."

Lan Qingya felt a dull pain in her heart. She forced herself to control her emotions and said, "If the foundation is wrong, no matter how magnificent and grand your house is, it is just a deceptive illusion. It will collapse sooner or later."

"Fellow Daoist Song, I cannot forgive your deception. Please go back."

As she spoke, she took a deep breath, removed the ban and returned to the main hall.

Only a resolute back was left for Song Yanche.

Song Yanche's face turned pale as he stared at her leaving figure, then dejectedly let go of the hand holding the golden hairpin.

"My love... is true..."

His broken whispers were blown by the wind to an unknown place.

The straight back bent down in an instant, and it became infinitely desolate.

*

Lan Qingya has been feeling a little depressed these days.

Qi Yanchen saw it and always appeared in front of her.

"Master, can you come and test my current cultivation level?"

"Master, is today's breakfast to your liking?"

"Master, what should I do if I can't beat Fu Feng? Can you teach me a way to restrain him?"

"Master..."

Lan Qingya was at a loss as to what to do with him. She knew what he meant and could only try to look normal.

"Come here." She waved her hand and Qi Yanchen walked up to her obediently.

Lan Qingya took out the jade pendant from the storage ring.

It was the one he had given her before.

"I almost fell when I was killing Xuanwu. Achen, can you help me tie the net again?"

Qi Yanchen took it and saw that the jade pendant was well preserved by her. He couldn't help but feel that his kindness was cherished by her, and sweetness surged in his heart.

No matter how many beautiful women he has, he will always be the most special one in his master's heart.

He was her apprentice, different from all of them.

"Okay." He lowered his head and responded, putting away the jade pendant.

Although Lan Qingya deliberately avoided Song Yanche, they were inevitably bound to meet during the elders' routine meetings.

The Immortal Conference is about to begin, and Song Yanche insists on going along.

He is the chief elder, and without Jun Moxiao's objection, others can only respect his opinion.

Song Yanche cast a broken, pleading look over, but Lan Qingya lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

The conference is held in faraway Borneo, so if you want to arrive on time, you have to set off early.

When Meng Hao delivered the sect's treasure ship, his cautious eyes wandered between Gong Yi Jue and Lan Qingya.

In the end, he handed over the treasure ship to Gong Yi Jue.

There was no way around it. The four elders always fought each other, and if she was given the boat, it would break down quickly.

Ji Wushang stretched lazily on the recliner and said sadly, "You all left, and I'm the only one left here to guard the house."