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ow, it was to lure out where she's hiding."This... really didn't expect it! As expected, the people of the Witch Clan each have their own thoughts, and with so many capable individuals, things become...I turned my head, startled, to look at him. He always seemed to appear out of nowhere behind me.

"I'm not afraid of you... It's because there are so many skeletons in the pit outside, the air is so heavy with negative energy, and you suddenly appeared behind me, scaring me..." I mumbled softly.

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "If you're afraid to be in this place, don't stay here."

"But Grandpa specifically brought us here to show us, afraid we wouldn't know where the basement was. I never expected there would be skeletons."

I spoke in a low voice, and suddenly Grandfather dropped his cane and crawled towards me.

"Blessed be the divine... I am so grateful..." He muttered to himself.

Jiang Qiyun gave a faint glance and said in the voice he had heard: "Get up. Little Qiao was my wife the night she turned sixteen. Your family's previous karmic debts are wiped clean, but the karma that comes after... you better behave yourselves."

"Yes..." the old master replied respectfully.

Seeing the old man crawling on the ground made me very uncomfortable, so I asked my brother to help Grandpa up.

Jiang Qiyun gave the cellar a cold glance and chuckled, "You've got quite a stash of good stuff here."

"If you wish, take whatever you like. The things I accumulated during times of chaos hold little meaning in an era of peace. Ah... I was foolish in my youth." The old man chuckled and shook his head.

It's not too late to be sensible now. Mu Xia Qiao saved your entire family. One person gains enlightenment, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. If she suffers any grievances here, you deal with it yourself. Jiang Qiyun let out a cold snort.

My heart pounded. Jiang Qiyun had never been so direct in defending me before. What was going on today

He is the Emperor of Heaven, a deity. Some things cannot be spoken too plainly, especially to mortals. One can only "point them out" and rely on mortals to "realize the truth" on their own.

But what you just said was so straightforward and honest that I felt embarrassed.

My face was a little flushed, and my neck felt itchy where I'd just felt his breath. I couldn't help but reach up and scratch it.

This is a deep underground, even if there are hidden ventilation shafts, it would be stifling and unbearable. Jiang Qiyun's unhappy expression made me feel terrified.

My brother thoughtfully helped Grandpa out: “Xiao Qiao is tired now, let her rest first. There are things I want to discuss with you alone, Grandpa.”

Back at the sarcophagus in the main tomb chamber, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jiang Qiyun. He immediately felt my gaze. "What is it"

"It's nothing..."

What was he feeling when he saw me lying in the coffin

Grandpa was a shrewd man. The moment I finished my shower and went back to my room, he had Zhang Yi deliver an intricately carved mahogany box in a deep red hue.

“What’s this” I had water droplets in my hair and couldn't sleep yet, so I sat beside the Eight Immortals table, wrapped my hair with a water-absorbing towel, and reached out to open the carved lid.

I opened it for a peek, and my brain short-circuited for ten seconds before I slammed the lid shut!

This...this...this....

Jiang Qiyun lay on the bed, half-reclining, and lifted his eyes to stare at me. "What did you see Your head's about to smoke."

"No, no, nothing…" Oh my god, how could he possibly have seen this!

What a shame!

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Mu Xia Qiao, under my nose, you still want to hide it from me What's in the box Tell me."

"Don't worry about it! It's none of your business..." I carried the box to the suitcase and was ready to force it in, burying it with my clothes!

Jiang Qiyun walked up behind me, his back pressed against mine, one big hand gripping both my wrists.

He was lifting the lid while saying to me over my head, "Your business, which one of it isn't my concern... huh This is..."

His voice held a hint of playful delight, and I felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest and shoulders against me in his embrace.

I don't know how to face it.

Once upon a time, there was fear and terror that plagued my nights with nightmares. Now, it's a constant ache, a state of anxious anticipation and despair.

Inside the wooden box lay a set of pure white bridal garments, a traditional style that was as pale as paper.

You could see the patches of dark red bloodstains without even having to brush them away. They had been stained by the passage of time, turning a deep color.

Ancient books always describe it as beautiful, with scattered petals of red, as brilliant as a red plum blossom, shocking and breathtaking, yet also like an offering, entwined with love and desire.

Actually, whether one can have white hair has nothing to do with this point of blood.

Instead of looking at love and not love.

"Xiao Qiao, some things even immortals can't overcome... If I knew how important you were to me now, I should have treated you well back then and prevented you from feeling so much pain... You were even scratching your nails until they bled..."

"Alas, in all six realms of heaven and earth, there are no ifs only results." He gripped my wrist, turning me around.

When he was cold, he was as sharp as a blade. When he was gentle, he was as sweet as fairy dew.

I smiled and looked up at him, tilting my head and asking, "What was the result"

He quirked a slight smile, bringing my hand to his lips —

The icy tonguetip brushed against his fingertips, gently nibbling at each one. This strange sensation was like a faint electric current, sparking tiny embers in his blood.

"...so now it's going to take more time to make things right with you."

This evening I slept soundly, his embrace was so soft, I couldn't bear to be apart from him even an inch.

This position was so embarrassing. I lay on my side, held in his arms, my entire back pressed against his chest and abdomen. Our skin was imprinted on each other inch by inch. Even after we finished, he didn't pull away at all. He continued to hold me, letting me sleep peacefully.

This strange interconnectedness made my dreams very bizarre.

Although I knew he was holding me behind, I vaguely felt someone standing in front of the bed. I desperately tried to open my eyes but found myself firmly held captive by Jiang Qiyun behind me, unable to move an inch.

There seemed to be someone moving around in the room. They opened the window, then the door, and walked back and forth. I was anxious and desperately wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and wouldn't budge.

No way...

If there are clouds rising from the river, will I still be bedridden by a ghost

In my memory, there have been very few instances of this kind. At least since I was sixteen, every night's nightmare has been Jiang Qiyun. There has never been such an experience of being pressed down by a ghost in bed.

Qǐ yún……qǐ yún…… I silently repeated his name in my heart.

—Aren't you supposed to be sleepless Wake me up with a slap, please.

What is he going to do

“Little Qiao!” A clear voice, like a shot of cold water, made me widen my eyes in surprise!

Suddenly jolted awake, I felt a wave of dizziness. Jiang Qiyun reached out and pressed his hand against my temple, scolding me in a low voice, “What are you doing rushing to open your eyes like that!”

I……

"I think I'm being sleep paralyzed... I'm so worried, all I can think about is how you haven't come to save me yet..." I closed my eyes and shook my head.

He let out a light chuckle and whispered in my ear, "It's not like it seems, there's something really coming. Look—"ral order, then the rise and fall of tribes is also normal.Throughout history, the imperial throne of centralized power has been in constant flux, let alone the rule of a single region, clan, or dynas...