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

Lan Qingya raised her head and retorted: "Who said that? Look at those pine trees. They have grown to this size. They must have been planted a long time ago, right?"

"It's really nice, tall and straight, evergreen all year round. I saw it waving at me from a distance."

Leng Cangyue looked at her with a pair of light-colored eyes, curious about what she would say.

"You may not know this, but in the mortal world, we call this kind of pine tree that carries luck, stretches in shape, and has a noble character the Welcoming Pine. We place them at the entrance of the mountain gate."

Lan Qingya's eyes moved, and the ease and playfulness she showed infected Leng Cangyue, and his brows relaxed a little.

"In my opinion, your tree is a longevity pine. Placing it in the back hall will suppress your life span. You will naturally live as long as the sun and the moon."

Leng Cangyue's heart moved and he looked at her.

Those eyes, moist and bright in the morning mist, were filled with a smile, and they contained him.

“Cang Yue, although I don’t know why you became like this, you must maintain your confidence. You are already at the peak of the Demon Lord. After advancing, your life span will naturally increase. It will only be a matter of time before you find a way to completely cure it.”

There was some sincerity in her tone: "Don't give up, don't be discouraged, you will definitely find a way! I will help you find it!"

Leng Cangyue's heart stagnated, and he murmured softly, "You, help me find it?"

Lan Qingya didn't care: "Yeah!"

He was obviously in a good mood, and his steps became lighter as he and Lan Qingya walked on the road.

Looking at the lively and warm woman in front of him, he finally understood how Duan Muyang had fallen into this trap so quickly.

He, Leng Cangyue, was wrong from the beginning after all.

Lan Qingya glanced at the small door in front of the garden and exclaimed, "Where is this?"

Before she could take a step, he reached out and grabbed her: "It's just raising some livestock for food, it's dirty and not very pretty."

Lan Qingya blinked her eyes in confusion and said "oh".

"You've been walking around all afternoon. Are you hungry? Let's go eat something. I'll make you roasted lamb."

Lan Qingya's attention was indeed diverted by him.

"You can roast lamb?"

"Um..."

"I have an apprentice who is very skilled. The lamb he roasts is very tender and has the sweetness of lamb itself. It is delicious."

"is it?"

"Yeah! Especially the roasted lamb liver and lamb kidneys. Wow, I'm drooling..."

"hehe..."

"Why are you laughing? Don't you believe it?"

"I believe...my craftsmanship is not bad either."

"You're bragging, aren't you? I once boasted about Haikou, but I couldn't even eat the food I cooked."

"hehe..."

"You're laughing again!"

"I can really still..."

"I don't believe it. Let me taste it later."

"it is good."

The bleakness and desolation of early winter was somewhat dispelled by their conversation.

Leng Cangyue's cooking skills were indeed good. Lan Qingya swallowed the meat in her mouth and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

She looked at him with astonishment and surprise, which pleased Leng Cangyue.

"I take back my contempt for you. You are really capable."

Leng Cangyue smiled and put the roasted meat into her bowl: "Thank you for your affirmation."

Lan Qingya curled the corners of her lips: "You deserve it."

When she returned to the side hall at night, she didn't like being served by others, so she didn't let Anu come in to make the bed.

The room was silent, with only the occasional crackling sound from the candlelight.

Leng Cangyue clearly has the strength of a demon lord, but his daily life is simple and back to nature.

Born into the demon clan, it is really special that he can be so pure and indifferent to desires that he is almost self-abuse.

Lan Qingya tapped her fingers unconsciously on the table.

There was a lot of inconsistent evidence in front of her, and she didn't know whether she should trust her intuition.

After thinking for a long time, she sighed, took off her coat, sat cross-legged on the bed, and planned to spend the night practicing.

At the end of midnight, Anu came hurriedly from outside the door and said, "Fairy, our Lord is ill."

Lan Qingya frowned, immediately stood up and followed her to the main hall.

The fireplace in the hall went out at some point, and Leng Cangyue curled up on the warm couch, shivering.

His brows were furrowed, and his already pale face was now even paler than paper. His whole body was twitching and shaking unconsciously, as if he was in great pain.

"Cangyue..." Lan Qingya called him in a low voice.

Leng Cangyue's body froze, and he couldn't control the trembling. The next moment he opened his eyes and cast an icy gaze at Anu.

Anu's scalp numbed when he stared at her. She immediately knelt down on the ground, not daring to say another word.

Lan Qingya sensed Anu's fear and quietly moved half a step forward to block Leng Cangyue's sight: "Why are you blaming her? She's just worried about you."

Leng Cangyue shivered and did not answer. Perhaps he felt that he looked too embarrassed, so he closed his eyes.

"Anu, go ahead."

After hearing what was said, Anu glanced at Leng Cangyue. Seeing that he had no objection, she gave Lan Qingya a grateful look, bent down and walked out.

Lan Qingya first turned around and lit a fire in the fireplace. The flames burned brightly, dispelling the coldness in the house.

She walked to the warm couch and sat down, using her skills to inject her pure and dense magic power into Leng Cangyue's body to help relieve his pain.

After a long time, he gradually stopped trembling and his body relaxed.

Lan Qingya saw that his pale face had regained some color. She stopped what she was doing, stood up and covered him with the quilt.

She helped him cover the corner of the quilt, and he held her wrist.

He half-opened his eyes and said weakly: "Thank you..."

"You need to rest now, stop talking about this." Lan Qingya wanted to pull her hand away, but he held it too tightly and she couldn't pull it out for a while.

"Excuse me, can you stay with me for a while?" He asked with difficulty, with a hint of pleading.

Lan Qingya was silent for a moment, then sat down again, letting him pull her, and said softly, "Well, I'm here, you can sleep peacefully."

Leng Cangyue seemed relieved after getting her assurance. He changed the direction of the hand that was pulling her wrist, held her small hand in his palm, and closed his eyes again.

Lan Qingya frowned and looked at the two people's clasped hands.

His strength was much gentler now.

Seeing his breathing gradually becoming longer and longer, Lan Qingya looked at his features with some interest.

She decided to believe in herself.

After performing a few sleeping spells to make Leng Cangyue sleep even more deeply, she decisively withdrew her hand, turned around and left the hall.

It was already bright in the sky, and at the door, Anu lowered his eyes.

Lan Qingya looked at her: "I'm going to prepare a surprise for him, don't tell him."

Anu raised his eyes and glanced at her quickly, then replied yes.

After giving the instructions, Lan Qingya went to the back hall.

The road was smooth and she soon arrived at the small gate in the back garden.

Not letting in?

Her greatest strength is that she is disobedient.

Pushing the door open, I saw that there were indeed some chickens, ducks and geese raised inside. They were scattered on both sides of the path, strolling leisurely.

Seeing someone coming, the crowing of chickens and the quacking of ducks instantly became quiet.