Why Are All the Fairies Trying To Make Me Fall

Chapter 60

Afterward, Qin Wanyuan collapsed against Lin Que’s chest.

Glancing at the mess in the room and the torn black ice silkworm socks lying on the floor, she bit Lin Que’s shoulder in dissatisfaction, seemingly venting her frustration, but without much force, more like a spoiled child.

“Why is it that I always end up in such a mess, while Lin Lang is always so composed?” she asked weakly.

“Everyone has different physiques; there will always be differences.”

Lin Que said, thinking for a moment, and continued to comfort her: “Besides, you’re getting stronger and stronger now. In the past, it was difficult for you to even let me come once, but now you can do it, can’t you?”

In the past, Lin Que didn’t mention this matter because he was afraid of hurting Qin Wanyuan’s self-esteem. Now that Qin Wanyuan’s condition was getting better day by day, he could finally joke about it.

“Hmph, of course. After all, I, Qin Wanyuan, am a genius who reached the Golden Core stage in less than six years of cultivation. Just wait until I get used to it and practice a thousand more times, then taking down Lin Lang will be a piece of cake~”

Qin Wanyuan loved being praised by Lin Que. She let out a delicate snort through her exquisite nose, feeling a bit elated.

“Alright, alright.”

Lin Que stroked Qin Wanyuan’s smooth long hair, as if he was grooming a proud little cat. Seeing her smug expression made him quite happy too.

“This matter is indeed like practicing swordsmanship. No matter how talented one is, as long as effort is put in, there will always be rewards.”

“Oh~ So, Lin Lang, did you often ‘practice swordsmanship’ with Senior Sister in the past? Is that why you’re so skilled now?”

Qin Wanyuan’s tone was obviously a bit sour.

It was a complete trap question.

Lin Que realized this instantly, so he chose not to answer.

But this didn’t work on Qin Wanyuan. She just poked Lin Que’s firm arm, “Lin Lang, tell me? I won’t get angry.”

As if she wouldn’t get angry.

Lin Que thought to himself, regardless of gender, as long as one likes the other person, there will be possessiveness and jealousy. Qin Wanyuan might be speaking nicely now, but who knows, the moment he starts talking, she might get jealous.

“Tell me~” Qin Wanyuan whined coquettishly.

“My matters with Senior Sister are in the past. I won’t look back. I believe the most important thing now is the future of the two of us.”

In the death trap question, Lin Que carved out a third path.

“What a cunning answer, but who told you I like it~”

Hearing this, Qin Wanyuan stopped pressing the issue. After all, she could peek into the truth through the Dream Sharing Talisman.

But speaking of the Dream Sharing Talisman, she couldn’t help but feel regret.

Last time, because she saw Jiang Moqing riding the young Lin Que in a shocking scene, her mentality collapsed, and she directly interrupted the dream, missing the follow-up.

Currently, the progress was only at the point where the two became Dao companions and started a sweet relationship.

As for the further progress… it would depend on whether the system tasks would reward more Dream Sharing Talismans. Buying them was definitely out of the question.

Just thinking about the exorbitant price of fifteen thousand points made Qin Wanyuan’s heart ache.

After chatting for a while, Lin Que carried Qin Wanyuan to the bathroom for a bath and tidied up the room.

Throughout the process, he used his divine sense to ensure that his sister-in-law, Qin Qian’er, wouldn’t accidentally walk in and cause any misunderstandings or unexpected situations.

Back in bed, Qin Wanyuan’s gaze remained on Lin Que.

“Lin Lang.”

“What’s wrong?”

“In a month, you’ll be signing a life-and-death contract with the Holy Son of the Divine Sword Sect on the martial stage, right?” Qin Wanyuan asked worriedly.

“Yes, according to the procedure, the life-and-death contract must be signed.”

Lin Que nodded, “But don’t worry, no one will die. I have some acquaintance with the Holy Son of the Divine Sword Sect.”

This was indeed true. Lin Que and the Holy Son of the Divine Sword Sect, Gu Minghao, were old acquaintances. It was unlikely for either of them to go for the kill. Moreover, if he really killed the Holy Son on the martial stage, Lin Que wouldn’t be able to face his sister, who was the Holy Maiden of the Divine Sword Sect.

If that girl really got serious, it would be quite troublesome.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really… really?”

“Of course, really.”

Qin Wanyuan repeatedly confirmed, and Lin Que patiently answered each time.

It wasn’t Qin Wanyuan’s fault. Lin Que’s words had triggered her memories of her past life. Back then, when the evil cultivators invaded and destroyed their sect, Lin Que stayed behind to cover their retreat.

At that time, Lin Que’s last words to Qin Wanyuan were still fresh in her memory.

‘Don’t worry, I will survive and reunite with you.’

But what awaited Qin Wanyuan was not news of his survival, but a cold letter.

[Lin Que fought the evil cultivators for half a day, exhausted and died.]

Liar…

Qin Wanyuan felt a sourness in her nose, so she grabbed Lin Que’s arm, somewhat forcefully, and said seriously, “When the time comes, I want to go with you.”

She didn’t want to be left behind by Lin Que again.

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Hearing Qin Wanyuan’s words, Lin Que nodded.

“Naturally.”

After a pause, he grinned, “When the time comes, I’ll find you the best spot to watch, so you can see your husband’s graceful demeanor on the stage.”

Seeing his confident look, Qin Wanyuan couldn’t help but smile, and her heavy mood slightly lifted.

“Then I will look forward to it~”

And so, the two talked late into the night, finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

…….

Late at night.

In Jiang Moqing’s cave, a cold-faced fairy in plain clothes sat cross-legged on a mat, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

In front of her was a vague black shadow, roughly in the shape of a woman, laughing uncontrollably.

“Hehe, how do you feel now? Isn’t it frustrating? Your thoughts are so dark, yet you try to put on a righteous facade. Who are you trying to fool?”

She was Jiang Moqing’s inner demon.

“Don’t… disturb my Dao heart.” Jiang Moqing said coldly.

“If your heart is not disturbed, then why am I getting stronger?”

The shadow of the inner demon surrounded Jiang Moqing, laughing continuously: “Recognize yourself, this is who you are. Even if you practice the Heart Method of the Valley of Absolute Emotions, you can’t escape it~ You will never escape in this lifetime~”

At first, the inner demon only appeared in her mind, with intermittent voices, but now it had developed into a physical form.

“Shut up!”

Jiang Moqing swung her hand horizontally, and the strong palm wind caused the furnishings in the room to topple over, pages flying, the whole room in chaos, just like her current state of mind.

However,

The inner demon was not affected at all, Jiang Moqing’s moves could not hurt her.

“Your emotions are fluctuating again. Didn’t you say that the Heart Method of the Valley of Absolute Emotions cuts off all emotions and desires?”

After a pause, she continued: “Just admit it, you can’t forget him! How can the word ’emotion’ be easily discarded? If it were truly possible to achieve supreme forgetfulness, those old nuns in the Valley of Absolute Emotions would have done it long ago! Instead of hiding in the valley like a bunch of turtles, avoiding the world!”

“Rather than being in this half-hearted state, you might as well follow me! What you dare not do, I will do for you! By then, you only need to enjoy his goodness~”

“……”

Jiang Moqing did not answer for a moment, but soon she still refused, “I will not interfere with his happiness, and you… will go to the abyss with me.”

“Stubborn.”

The inner demon snorted coldly and disappeared into the air, leaving Jiang Moqing alone to face the mess in the room.

The cold moonlight shone into the room, reflecting the dust that had been stirred up, and in a trance, Jiang Moqing seemed to see someone’s figure again.

She reached out her hand, but only grasped at emptiness.

“Junior brother, rest assured… Once your arm is healed, I will leave and never interfere in your life again.”

In the dust, Jiang Moqing murmured to herself.