Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

After leaving the persimmon forest, the boy's footsteps were slow and steady at first.

But as he was walking, he started to run, staggered forward, stepped on a stone suddenly, fell to the ground with a "plop", and the love sword was thrown aside with a "bang".

Embarrassed.

The ghost dragon jade lighted up slightly, and black mist slowly diffused from the boy's body. The ghost dragon's red golden eyes stared at the boy. It recalled everything it had just seen, and felt that there was something wrong with the boy. After a long while, it asked : "Why are you so impulsive?"

Ye Ze lay on the ground, slowly covered his face with his hands, and warm tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"he……"

The misty body of the ghost dragon entangled the young man, "What are you running from?"

Ye Ze turned over and lay flat on the ground, the tears in the corners of his eyes were still wet, staring blankly at the stars in the sky.

In fact, there was no need to go to that step.

There is no need to be so ruthless.

but……

Ye Ze looked at his hand tremblingly.

Before, the hand pinching Xia Wuyin's neck.

When wrestling with Xia Wuyin, because of what he saw in Baimeng Cave, Ye Ze was not sure, so he deliberately rubbed against "his" neck.

At that time, he didn't touch his Adam's apple, but was countered by Xia Wuyin.

Because I'm not sure...so——

but.

When he finally pinched the neck of the lifeblood.

And no... Adam's apple.

Ye Ze's body began to tremble slightly, he slammed his hand on the face, covered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "He didn't...he didn't..."

Everything in the Baimeng Cave, the terrifying dream where the faces of the girl and "him" overlap.

Ye Ze couldn't continue, he felt that every word he said was an insult to himself, a step closer to the truth.

The slightest possibility seemed so hideous.

Well, unacceptable.

and so.

He covered his face, thinking of Xia Wuyin's unbelievable gaze just now, and felt a pain in his heart that he couldn't breathe.

He is, cowardly.

He couldn't accept that matter, it was not possible at all.

==

The "prison robbery" incident was quelled by Gu Peijiu using his relationship.

Half a month later, the mountain prison.

Qin Yue was leaning against the stone wall, clutching the bell, but her mind was still haunted by the boy Senhan's eyes, and the sword that was swung towards her but was blocked.

She looked at the heavy black iron chain on her wrist, and then slowly moved her gaze down to the bell in her hand.

Knock the devil...

Qin Yue closed her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

She thought she was not afraid of death.

The result is nothing more than that.

If it was before, at that level, she would not be afraid at all.But now...

For no reason, that child...was probably lured here on purpose by her.

Ha, Su Chan, it's really a good plan.

Just want to force her.

Qin Yue stared at the bell for a while, and finally closed her eyes, as if she had compromised.

... whatever.

Leaning against the stone wall, she hit the wall with the iron chain with her backhand, once, twice, and three times.

After knocking, she waited quietly for a while.

After a while, a wobbly little red-clothed puppet climbed up the high iron window, grasping the iron bars with two small hands, bent down to look down, and showed a painted face to Qin Yue who was leaning against the wall. Shallow smile.

"Have you thought about it?"

The little puppet's enchanting voice was none other than Su Chan.

Qin Yue had no expression on her face: "Think about it."

Back Mountain.

The girl in red closed her eyes, rubbed the bone flute, her mind was absorbed in the little puppet, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "I like smart people."

Qin Yue said: "I don't believe you."

Su Chan chuckled lightly: "But you..."

She paused, and said four words softly with her red lips.

"Greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Life is alive, who wants to die for no reason." Qin Yue laughed at herself, squeezed the bell tightly, and said: "You promised me before, you must do it."

"As long as you can give me what I want." Su Zang held his chin, and the little puppet on the iron window also sat down, and looked down at Qin Yue with his chin: "Everything is not a problem."

Qin Yue closed her eyes, then opened them again, "You have tried so hard to dig me out of here, do I have to show you something?"

Su Chan uttered a syllable in an unclear manner, "Oh?"

"The third picture." Qin Yue stood up slowly, the iron chain rattled, and the worn prison clothes fluttered, slowly revealing the stone wall blocked by her.

On the wall, a palm-sized area was densely packed with complex spirit patterns and formations. Her eyes were silent, "South, Ghost Island."

Back Mountain.

Su Chan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp look in his long and narrow pupils.

After Qin Yue finished speaking, she cleaned up the array bit by bit. The guard heard the movement and came over to look, but only saw a woman in a dark shadow with her head leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, and she looked listless.

"……be honest."

The guard glared at her and left.

After the guard left, Qin Yue opened her eyes, and a stern light flashed in her dark eyes.

==

The next day.

The mountain prison was robbed.

Jianfeng was shocked, but still tried his best to hide the news.

Three days later, the news leaked, causing an uproar from all the sects.

When the news reached Xia Ge's ears, she was reading the formation book in the alchemy class. As the youngest commander of Danfeng and a mysterious alchemist, the master had also changed from beating or scolding to just being one-eyed. Close one eye.

While reading a book, Mao Qing on the side slowly threw a ball of paper to her.

The ball of paper was rolling on the table, because the roll was very loose, it immediately loosened when rolling, and a piece of marzipan rolled out of the ball of paper.

Xia Ge recognizes that this is a new almond candy from Jinjiang Sugar Shop.

Xia Ge glanced at her.

Mao Qing smiled brightly, and mouth-shaped a "new style" for her, then pointed to the note, indicating that there were words on the note.

Xia Ge looked at the candy, then at the smiling Mao Qing, and finally picked up the note wrapped in candy.

The four words "Latest Gossip" are written on the back wrapped in sugar.

Xia Ge twitched the corner of his mouth and turned the note over.

The content on the back of the note made her feel a little uneasy.

"—Jianfeng Mountain Prison has been robbed."

Each of the eight characters is recognized separately, but together, Xia Ge feels that the amount of information is a bit large.

Jianfeng Mountain Prison... Qin Yue! ! ?

After class, Xia Ge put the note on Mao Qing's desk, "How do you know?"

Mao Qing held her chin, "This story has already been spread, everyone knows about it."

Xia Ge: "..."

Xia Ge immediately thought of Ye Ze.

——"Following the rules can only be crushed by the rules, and only by being extraordinary can we win."

... No, it can't be him, Ye Ze's growth-type hero, it's impossible to rob the prison quietly in half a month, and if it's him, it's impossible to rob the prison, he is so impulsive, killing him on the spot most likely.

Xia Ge asked Mao Qing: "Who was robbed?"

Mao Qing blinked: "I don't know about that."

Then the corners of his lips curled up, "You care a lot."

Xia Ge let out a "tsk", and covered it casually, "I am the commander of Danfeng, so of course I have to care."

"Oh~ that's it." Mao Qing tilted her head to look at her, and suddenly asked, "Are you still angry?"

Xia Ge: "...Why am I angry?"

Mao Qing said: "I told Eldest Sister about your love letter."

After a pause, he clapped his hands again, and added, "Well, accidentally."

Xia Ge: "...It's okay, I don't mind."

"That candy is my apology." Mao Qing bent her eyes and held her chin, "If you want to forgive me, you must do so as soon as possible, otherwise you will lose your chance."

Xia Ge: "..."

Although he felt something was wrong, Xia Ge subconsciously asked, "Why is there no chance?"

"Because... um, I'm going to take a long trip recently." Mao Qing said casually, "A few days ago when I was packing things at home, I found a token left by my mother... saying that I have a distant relative in the south .”

Xia Ge: "Aren't you staying at Danfeng anymore?"

Mao Qing glanced sideways at her, suddenly smiled, and said inexplicably, "I won't stay here, shouldn't you be happy?"

Regarding Mao Qing, she was a little bit suspicious out of intuition, and felt that some of Mao Qing's reactions were not quite right, but she had tested it before, and she couldn't find anything wrong with Mao Qing's reaction.Doubts are doubts, half a month has passed, Mao Qing's reaction is still normal, because there is no real evidence, Xia Ge put it down, but out of instinct, she will occasionally spy quietly.

But... no evidence at all.

If it was the real Mao Qing, then her probing really seemed a bit hurtful.

Xia Ge scratched his head: "Why, you misunderstood - I didn't blame you for the previous incident, when will you come back?"

"Maybe soon, a few months." Mao Qing said casually: "Maybe very slowly, a few years, or... ten years."

Xia Ge: "...you've become more and more good at joking recently."

Mao Qing bent her lips: "I think so too."

Xia Ge said: "No matter what, have a good trip."

Mao Qing: "I accept your good words."

==

Changan.

Chu Family Ancestral Hall.

Chu Yao looked at the tall figure in front of her.

Her father, the current head of the Chu family, Chu Zhan.

The Chu sword embroidered with a golden dragon was quietly hung behind the ancestral tablets of the Chu family, so dim that no light could be seen.

The two stood in front of each other and knelt down, facing the ancestors of the Chu family.

After a long time, Chu Zhan spoke.

"Do you know why I called you back?"

Chu Yao lowered her head and said, "Daughter is not doing well."

Chu Zhan said, "You know that's just an excuse."

The tide of evil ghosts in Kuzhu Village, and their ineffectiveness in doing things are indeed just an excuse.

Chu Yao lowered her head, neither humble nor overbearing: "My daughter dare not speak lightly."

Chu Zhan sighed softly, looked at Chu Dao Ji Ling, and said for a while, "...you must have heard about the Chang family's acquisition of the glory of the sky."

Chu Yao responded.

"The Chang family is increasingly fighting against my Chu family. Now that they have the charm of ancient clothes, they will become even more arrogant." Chu Zhan said.

Chu Yao: "They won't be arrogant for long."

Chu Zhan shook his head and did not speak.

Chu Yao frowned slightly: "...Father?"

Could it be that her Chu family has a century-old foundation, and she still needs to be afraid of a small family with chicken feathers as arrows? !

"This dress... has protected our clan for 500 years." Chu Zhan didn't answer her, but looked at Chu Dao's sacrificial spirit and muttered, "But for 500 years, no one in my clan can make it submit. "

Chu Yao was slightly taken aback.

"It can only be intimidating, but not fighting." Chu Zhan sighed, "Do you know why?"

Chu Yao said: "Because the sacrifice spirit recognizes the Lord, there is no one except the King of Chu..."

"Do not."

Chu Zhan interrupted her.

Chu Yao was taken aback.

"Acknowledging the Lord is just a statement to you." Chu Zhan said, "You are about the same age, it is time to accept some affairs of the Chu family. Some things, of course, I have to tell you."

Chu Yao bowed her head and listened respectfully.

However, the moment he heard the content, he raised his head again, almost thinking that he heard it wrong——

her father said.

"Chu knife worships the spirit..."

"Originally, the wedding dress was made by the King of Chu for himself."

In the deep cold of the night, Chu Yao stared blankly at the snow-white Chu sword sacrifice spirit with only a lifelike golden dragon. She never imagined that this mourning dress would be the wedding dress that the King of Chu made for herself back then.

"...So?" Chu Yao's voice was a bit difficult.

Chu Zhan also looked at the clothes behind the tablet with complicated eyes, "So, it may be waiting."

What is it waiting for?

Chu Zhan didn't continue talking, and Chu Yao didn't ask.

But she vaguely knew what her father wanted to say.

He might want to say...

This dress is waiting for a reason.

One to see the light of day, reason.

Perhaps this reason has nothing to do with the legacy left by the king of Chu who committed suicide 500 years ago, or the rise and fall of this family for 500 years.

The Sri Lankan has gone, but the old clothes are still there.

Chu Zhan turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall, with a faint voice: "Don't go back to Lingxi Peak, follow me, and start dealing with family affairs tomorrow."

"Yes."