"..." Pei Wanyu rolled her eyes at her and ended the topic directly: "Since you know in your heart, I won’t say anything more.
I’m still quite looking forward to the day you can’t keep it up, to see what kind of expression Jin’an will have."
Mu Qingyue tilted her head to look at Pei Wanyu and asked softly: "Do you just want to make him a rebellious disciple?"
"Do you think I’m like you?" Pei Wanyu crossed her arms and snorted softly: "I’m the only one who can give Jin’an a sense of security..."
"Lu Pei," Mu Qingyue complimented.
Pei Wanyu blinked: "I love hearing that."
"You have to be," Mu Qingyue said lightly: "Junior Brother always needs a calm harbor... his older sister..."
"By the way," Mu Qingyue looked at Pei Wanyu: "Did you know that Junior Brother is from the ’Bright Ancient Land’?"
"Lu Family?" Pei Wanyu raised her eyebrows: "How do you know?"
Mu Qingyue gave a rough account of things in the Yulin Domain: "Junior Brother’s parents are probably a union between the Lu Family and the Qin Clan... but that’s not important. What’s important is Junior Brother’s older sister."
She took a deep breath: "The ’Lu Pei’ you want is not stable at all.
And your advantage is Junior Brother’s trust."
"You’re not stupid at all," Pei Wanyu patted Mu Qingyue’s head again, seeing her struggle to avoid it, her eyes full of mischievousness: "What I want, no one else should think about taking."
"And you, don’t forget the other thing you should do."
"Got it," Mu Qingyue lowered her eyes slightly, reaching out to touch her abdomen: "With Junior Brother, the road to Immortal is right ahead."
Pausing for a moment, she suddenly said: "Look, the mark Junior Brother imprinted on me."
She pointed to her abdomen, but Pei Wanyu saw nothing.
Pei Wanyu looked at her strangely: "What?"
Mu Qingyue took the silver chain from the bell, her cheeks blushing as it jingled softly, and a beautiful pattern appeared on her abdomen.
Pei Wanyu widened her eyes: "You..."
"It only appears when emotions are stirred," Mu Qingyue chuckled: "This is also Junior Brother’s affection for me~ Junior Brother is really too gentle~"
Pei Wanyu first thought of Xiao Yinruo, whom she inadvertently wronged, when she saw the rather pretty yet quite indecent pattern.
Yinruo is a bit pitiful.
Her expression became complex, hesitating for a while before saying: "Qingyue, promise me one thing."
"Take it easy." Pei Wanyu took a deep breath: "Don’t overdo it."
Mu Qingyue frowned: "Do you want to take away my hobbies?"
Pei Wanyu opened her mouth, but then thought, Yinruo shares feelings, not pain, so... no problem?
’And given Yinruo’s personality, if really uncomfortable, he would definitely come to Wandao Sect to lift the Empathy Technique.’
Pei Wanyu thought silently, after all, Yinruo couldn’t possibly be like Qingyue, enjoying this kind of feeling.
"I just wanted to say, don’t sink too deep," Pei Wanyu coughed lightly and continued: "After all, you both have your own tasks."
"Got it." Mu Qingyue nodded: "That won’t happen... if I were to fall, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the high-intensity... yeah, that’s it."
Pei Wanyu looked at Mu Qingyue with complex eyes, but was thinking of Xiao Yinruo in her mind.
If Yinruo could feel everything Qingyue does... that would truly be hell.
Or perhaps, it doesn’t hurt that much?
Pei Wanyu hesitated for a moment, then reached out: "Give me the silver chain for a moment."
Mu Qingyue blinked: "You want to try? Let me tell you, you won’t be able to handle it."
"Just give it to me for a second."
Mu Qingyue took off the silver chain and handed it to Pei Wanyu, who pinched her own hand with it, not feeling much pain.
After all, being a Black Phoenix, her physique is resilient.
Thinking for a moment, she turned her back on Mu Qingyue, deciding not to suppress her body’s strength anymore.
After all, she was already weak under her good disciple’s hand, so this might as well be innate.
Then, she pinched the silver chain and reached into her garment to explore a bit, and then... This update is available on novelꜰire.net
Pei Wanyu quickly tossed the silver chain back to Mu Qingyue, looking incredulously at the little girl: "How do you find this fun?"
Even her strong physique felt a sting, how did this girl manage to maintain such a calm face and even feel happy?
"People’s constitutions can’t be generalized," Mu Qingyue smiled slightly: "Mother, you’re weak, that’s just how it is."
Pei Wanyu spat: "This has nothing to do with being weak, even that girl Nanzhi couldn’t do it."
"Hmm..." Mu Qingyue nodded: "Everyone is unique, I have my strength and you have your weakness."
Pei Wanyu’s mouth twitched, is this going nowhere?
"By the way, are you ready to try Junior Brother again?" Mu Qingyue shifted the topic: "With Junior Brother’s current physical strength, maybe he could touch that level..."
"I have my own plans," Pei Wanyu hurriedly interrupted, then turned and started walking: "Since you enjoy it, I won’t say anything. But it’s tough... well, never mind, let’s leave it at this for now. I’m off."
Mu Qingyue watched Pei Wanyu’s departing back with confusion, tough for what?
Tough for Junior Brother?
Then what was it tough for?
Mu Qingyue didn’t understand, but she didn’t dwell on it and lowered her head back to her bowl.
She patted her stomach and sighed softly.
"Feeling a bit hungry again."
Then she curled up and gradually fell asleep, as by her acting standards, she needed to sleep until evening today.
Yeah, mustn’t show any flaws!
When Pei Wanyu leisurely returned to Taichu Hall, Lu Jin’an had also finished bathing and was freshly dressed, and the two met at the front door.
"Master, I just wanted to tell you something, actually your disciple is Changqing..."
"While you were at Wanfa Pavilion those days, Qingyue already told me." Pei Wanyu said without a trace of surprise.
"I see..." Lu Jin’an realized and was about to continue questioning Master’s opinion when Master spoke first.
Pei Wanyu looked directly at Lu Jin’an and asked in a quiet tone: "She... what is your older sister’s name?"
Unexpectedly, this was her greatest rival.
Lu Jin’an was stunned, taking a deep breath, he slowly revealed the shadow from deep within his memory.
Author: Still owe 36,000 words.