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"Then let's go to the Nunnery." Jinse instinctively placed her hand on her belly. "Oh no, I think I can't become a nun."
"I can't think of anything worse than you becoming a nun," Fengyin said as she took Jinse's hand and began to check her pulse.
"Why is it that we can never love those we desire or obtain what we wish for?"
"Because fate plays tricks on us."
"What is fate?"
"Fate is... uh, what is fate?"
...
"It's about time. Let's go find Seven Nights and head to Voodoo Town together, then we'll go home. Aren't you missing your mother?" Fengyin put down her medical tools and looked at Jinse, who was still embroidering.
"But I haven't finished this handkerchief yet; I want to give it to my father." Jinse quickened her stitching but eventually sighed helplessly. "No, I won't make it in time. Let's go." She placed the unfinished embroidery into her already packed bag and walked out with Fengyin.
"Wuxie, you'd better not expose yourself and harm innocent young women," Seven Nights said, tapping the hilt of his sword against Ying Wuxie's chest. Seeing Ying Wuxie's indifferent cold snort, he tapped harder again. "Don't let your daughter's tragedy repeat itself, understand?"
"My daughter is not a tragedy," Ying Wuxie replied coldly, an invisible force brushing aside the sword hilt in Seven Nights' hand.
Just then, Jinse arrived outside and heard Ying Wuxie's words, her pretty face flushing with embarrassment. Her father truly cared for her.
"Dad," Jinse called softly, snuggling up next to Ying Wuxie.
"Young Master Ying, Seven Nights." Fengyin walked in with a light smile, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
"Yin'er." Ying Wuxie's enchanting pupils were unexpectedly filled with deep affection. Fengyin couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. Just as she was about to leave, he wanted to tease her again? She could only respond with a smile, hoping he wouldn't cause any misunderstandings with Jinse. Otherwise, she would truly have a headache.
Seven Nights extended his long sword to block Ying Wuxie's gaze. "Stop it; your ghostly charm is ineffective on Fengyin." After saying that, he couldn't help but smile proudly.
Ying Wuxie wasn't annoyed; he merely sent a few flirtatious glances toward Fengyin. However, his blatant advances were too obvious, and both Jinse and Seven Nights noticed. Jinse's expression darkened, and Fengyin felt another headache coming on.
Why did Jinse have to deal with such a troublesome father?
Jinse gritted his teeth and smiled. "Yin Yin, my father is going to the Western Abyss."
Fengyin frowned slightly. She could guarantee that this troublemaker was definitely not going to the Western Abyss for her sake.
Unfortunately, no one believed her. She could only lower her head and comfort herself that the innocent would remain innocent.
"Yin'er. I will definitely find the Divine Medicine for you," Ying Wuxie said earnestly, exuding charm.
Fengyin finally couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
She then lowered her gaze; that eye roll wasn't intentional—she hadn't done anything wrong; she was innocent.
"Alright, let's set off," Seven Nights said, sword in hand. He managed to refrain from striking Ying Wuxie, after all, they were brothers who had gone through hardships together. Good brothers could endure once or twice; however, the third time would be too much, especially since he couldn't defeat him now. The key point was that he still couldn't defeat him. Yes!
Once his Demonic Arts reached perfection, what Young Master Mu or Demon Path Master—his rivals would all be swept away under his sword!
"Mm." Ying Wuxie nodded lightly. "Eh?" He suddenly sensed something and let out a soft exclamation. His stunningly beautiful face turned grim.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look like you've just eaten a dead child?" Seven Nights teased, crossing his arms.
"Do I?" Ying Wuxie shot a glance at Seven Nights. Was he really that obvious?
"Father, what's wrong?" Jinse also noticed that Ying Wuxie's expression was off.
Fengyin turned her gaze to the window, not wanting to get involved. As long as he didn't bring the trouble to her, she would pretend to be invisible. Curiosity could kill a cat; aside from medicine and benefactors, nothing piqued her interest.
Ying Wuxie's face actually flushed slightly. This was not the look of someone who had eaten a dead child; it resembled someone who had taken an aphrodisiac. Of course, Ying Wuxie wasn't idle enough to indulge in such things; his reddened face was simply due to embarrassment!
Because something very embarrassing was about to happen, he regretted not leaving early yesterday. It was just this damned fate that had brought him here.
"Let's go, let's go, we're heading to the Western Abyss." Seven Nights never liked to drag things out; the Seven Night Demon Lord was always decisive in action.
"Father, your face looks terrible. Are you sick?" Of course, the one most concerned about Ying Wuxie was his daughter.
Upon hearing the word "sick," Fengyin lifted her eyes. It was her professional instinct; she took a glance but didn't notice anything unusual. She turned her head back to admire the scenery. The view from Yingyue Villa truly never got old.
Seeing Jinse's concerned gaze, Ying Wuxie felt both embarrassed and comforted. He never expected that after living for over three hundred sixty years in a haze, he would finally have a daughter who cared about him.
Three hundred sixty years had passed in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't the so-called age of confusion as rumored outside; he, Ying Wuxie, had already wasted three hundred years and another cycle of time.
As for the rumors in the martial world about family grudges and revenge, they were all baseless fabrications. Ying Wuxie was not originally from the martial world; it was just that as the martial world grew larger, more petty individuals coveted what belonged to him. He had no choice but to occasionally appear in the martial world to set an example. As for those exaggerated tales circulating in the martial world, he could only smile them off.
When it came to immortality, one must ask: how many people in the martial world are not tempted? How many people in this world are not tempted?
The person who was moved turned their thoughts to the Ying Family, but it was also thanks to the Rascal Dragon. That Bad Dragon roamed around the human world, wasn't it just to tease the female form he had once encountered in his youth? Holding a grudge until now, Ying Wuxie coldly snorted. When he sought revenge, he would invite all the people to the East Sea, turning his Crystal Palace into a tourist destination.
Everyone desires immortality, yet they do not realize that living long can also be quite burdensome.
Ying Wuxie had spent over three hundred sixty years in a daze. Like that Rascal Dragon, who secretly loved a female demon for hundreds of years.
Under the Goddess's intimidation, the three realms maintained a balance, enjoying peace for billions of years. Such a long life indeed felt unbearably dull.
In this peaceful world, many little demons had never even tasted meat, spending their days idly passing time.
“Dad, what are you thinking about?” Jinse shook Ying Wuxie's sleeve.
Ying Wuxie came back to his senses and looked at his obedient daughter, thinking to himself, “Actually, it wouldn’t be bad if my daughter fell in love with me; at least that would show some filial piety.”
…
“It's nothing, just that a guest has arrived,” Ying Wuxie said somewhat awkwardly.
“Then you should go greet the guest,” Seven Nights waved his hand, placing his sword on the table and picking up a cup of tea.
Greet a guest?! Ying Wuxie's perfect face twitched slightly. He habitually snorted coldly and then floated away; he had no intention of going.
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