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Everything... is in the past...
"So...why don't you ask about his fate?"
Dongfang Guyue simply shook his head slightly, "You must have killed him! Do you think I don't know your personality? You can't tolerate any injustice and hate betrayal and treachery the most."
"If I can still talk to you normally, then he's definitely dead."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Mu Qinghan with a serious expression, his voice no longer joking, but filled with genuine gratitude.
"Little Qinghan, thank you. This old man was half buried in the ground, but I never thought I could be saved. You gave me this life."
"It's alright." Mu Qinghan nodded slightly, his tone still calm. "This is what I should do. You helped me before, and now it's just mutual help."
"Hahaha!"
Dongfang Guyue was amused by his serious expression.
"You little rascal, you're so lovable! You're honest, talented, and not arrogant at all."
"Only a child like you can lead humanity out of its predicament and truly achieve glory."
Mu Qinghan didn't reply, but simply lowered her eyelashes and quickened her pace.
The silver bell tied to her wrist made a soft, tinkling sound.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling..."
Dongfang Guyue raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing.
"You've always been a quiet person, and you're very sparing with your words, so why are you wearing a bell on your wrist today?"
"Could it be... a token of love from some young lady?"
“Patriarch,” Mu Qinghan’s voice suddenly interrupted his guess, his tone more somber than before, “Interfering in other people’s private lives is very impolite.”
"Hahaha--"
Dongfang Guyue's laughter exploded instantly, "You're just being shy! There's definitely something fishy going on!"
"Otherwise, given your personality, you would only coldly throw out a 'boring' comment, why would you chatter so much nonsense with an old man like me?"
Mu Qinghan shut his mouth completely.
What an annoying old man! I really want to find a place to dump him.
We should hurry up and send him back to the Dongfang family to avoid him asking endless questions.
Tu Shan Rongrong twirled a fallen peach petal between her fingers, her gaze falling on Tu Shan Ya Ya, who was standing by the railing not far away.
Seeing her gazing absently at the distant, misty valley, a smile appeared in her eyes.
She walked forward lightly, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing.
"What's wrong, sister? You've only been separated from Young Master Mu for two hours, and you already miss him?"
Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Ya Ya's shoulders twitched slightly, and her cheeks flushed a light red at a visible speed, like clouds dyed by the sunset.
She didn't refute, but simply looked down at the string of silver bells on her wrist.
The cool metallic touch made her lips curl into a slight smile, and even her eyes softened.
"It's strange, really," Tu Shan Rongrong added slowly, leaning against the railing.
"I heard from the human race that Mu Qinghan is as cold as a block of ice that has stood for ten thousand years. He never gets close to women, and he will subconsciously avoid them if they come within three feet of him."
“But these past two days, you’ve been practically glued to him, even sleeping with him, and he hasn’t said a single impatient word.”
Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly brightening as her initial shyness was replaced by curiosity.
She took two steps forward, almost touching Rongrong, her voice filled with urgency.
"Rongrong, what do you mean? He... he really treated all women like this before? Without any exceptions?"
"That's it."
Tu Shanrong suppressed a smile, deliberately drawing out her words.
“Some people even say that Mu Qinghan doesn’t like women, but he was willing to give you, sister, even the sword sheath that he had worn for many years, and he would patiently listen to you talk about the trivial matters of Tushan.”
"Isn't that special? Perhaps... his feelings for you are inherently different from his feelings for others..."
"Is...is that so?"
Shepherd... Ice... Block...
Is it different for her?
Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice softened, her fingertips tracing the bell again, her heart pounding like a rabbit.
Seeing her like this, Tu Shan Rongrong finally couldn't help but laugh out loud and tapped her wrist.
Do you know what a swordsman's scabbard means to him?
"That is a symbol of protecting and cherishing the sword; it is the most personal and precious thing."
"Sister Ya Ya, it seems... even the coldest ice can melt if left out for too long..."
"My most precious... Mu Bing... did it melt because I covered it up...?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya murmured, her eyes gazing into the distance, gradually filling with tiny starlight.
Mu... Qing... Han...
I've already... started missing you...
I really want to see you soon...
Chapter 65 Let’s go!
"Wuhu! Xiao Qinghan, you're finally back! Get ready, let's go!"
Before Ji Wuji could finish speaking, he had already rushed to the courtyard gate in three quick steps.
He stared at the snow-white-clad youth before him, his eyes filled with excitement.
These past two days, when they've been together, they've felt like they're missing a key figure.
Seeing Qinghan return now, I feel much more fulfilled.
Mu Qinghan's mere presence was enough to bring a sense of peace.
"Yes, yes, Xiao Qinghan, you have to protect us. We don't feel safe without you."
Deng Qiyue whispered as he sidled up to Mu Qinghan, looking pitiful.
Holy crap... Deng Qiyue, how could you be so disgusting...?
Everyone looked at Deng Qiyue with disgust and couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Go to hell, how dare you?"
Mu Shenqi raised an eyebrow and kicked Deng Qiyue in the butt. "You're two years older than Qinghan, yet you expect Qinghan to protect you. By seniority, you should be the one taking care of him!"
As he spoke, he reached out and put his arm around Mu Qinghan's shoulder, half-pulling and half-dragging him towards himself, as if afraid that his younger brother would be entangled by these two arms.
Deng Qiyue rubbed the spot where he had been kicked, looking aggrieved. "I was just joking. If we were really in danger, I would definitely protect Qinghan."
"Come on, you think you can protect Qinghan?"
Zhang was leaning against the old locust tree in the courtyard, playing with a copper coin in his hand. Hearing this, he scoffed and his eyes were full of disdain.
"You, protecting Qinghan? To put it bluntly, Qinghan has to wipe your butt when you poop."
"You son of a bitch..."
The grievance on Deng Qiyue's face vanished instantly.
He rolled up his sleeves and pounced on Zhang Zheng. The two of them grabbed each other's arms and pulled each other's collars, rolling around on the ground covered with fallen leaves and wrestling, exchanging insults and making the whole yard filled with flying leaves.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
A burst of cheerful laughter echoed through the courtyard.
Mu Qinghan stood aside, looking at the scene before him, and shook his head helplessly.
"Huh? Qinghan, why are you only carrying a sword? Where's your scabbard?"
Wang Quanba's voice suddenly rang out. He had just come out of the inner room, and his gaze immediately fell on the long sword in Mu Qinghan's hand.
The sword was pure white, its blade gleaming with a cold light, but the scabbard that was always there was nowhere to be seen, which seemed rather abrupt.
Wang Quanzui, with his sharp eyes, immediately leaned closer. "Yes, yes! And I just heard it. There were 'jingling' sounds coming from your body from time to time. You... did you wear a bell?"
As soon as she said this, Deng Qiyue and Zhang Zheng, who had been playing around, immediately stopped. Ji Wuji and the others also gathered around, their eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.
"Lingdang? Xiao Qinghan, you don't actually have a girlfriend, do you?"
Ji Wuji's eyes widened, his tone full of surprise.
"I've heard that young ladies like these little trinkets. Could it be a gift from your sweetheart?"
"Damn it! Where's your scabbard?"
Deng Qiyue forgot his earlier argument with Zhang Zheng and hurriedly pressed for an answer.
"You didn't give that girl your sword sheath as a token of your love, did you? Waaah—we promised to travel the world together as singles, how come you secretly got a girlfriend first?"
"Go to hell, don't talk nonsense!"
Mu Shenqi patted Deng Qiyue, but when he turned to look at Mu Qinghan, his eyes softened, and he even winked at him secretly.
"My Qinghan is handsome and has a good personality, isn't it normal for him to be single?"
"Lai Qinghan, if you don't want them to know, you can secretly tell me. I promise I'll keep it a secret and never tell anyone else."
All eyes turned to Mu Qinghan, whose brows furrowed slightly, but she did not hide it.
"I traded it with someone, and I will exchange it back with something in the future."
The moment the words were spoken, the crowd erupted in uproar.
"Oh my! Did Qinghan really say that?"
"Is there really a woman who can melt the heart of someone as cold as ice?"
Li Zizai leaned closer, looking surprised.