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Suddenly, he pulled me into his embrace, his hands tightening around me as if he wanted to meld me into his very being. The pressure was so intense that I felt a slight ache in my arms, yet he showed no sign of letting go. It wasn't until I began to struggle, gasping for breath, that he finally loosened his grip just a bit.
But as soon as he did, he lunged at me again. This time, he pressed his lips against mine, and unlike before, his kiss was particularly domineering. He nibbled at my lips relentlessly, like a beast intent on devouring its prey. A flicker of fear coursed through me as I began to squirm, but he only held me tighter.
He continued to envelop me, his lips roaming over every inch of my body before finally resting near my ear. "Wife, don't leave me," he murmured.
I remained frozen in his arms, unsure of what to think or feel. My mind was a chaotic whirlwind; I didn't know how to face him. There were too many mysteries surrounding him that left me perplexed. Just the thought of Jin Ping alone was enough to set my heart racing, let alone everything else.
Because of my confusion, he seemed a bit tense.
He tightened his grip on my hand slightly, and I could sense his restraint. However, I still hadn't figured out how to face him.
I reached for the clothes he had taken off me and slowly put them back on, maintaining a cold expression as I fell onto the bed.
He froze in place, clearly not expecting this reaction from me.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to sleep. I needed to calm down and think things through.
I didn't know how long he stood there, but when I woke up again, he was no longer in the cell.
It was already evening outside; I had come in the morning and slept until nightfall.
My heart had temporarily settled down, so I got up and left the dungeon.
Not wanting to see Mu Xuanche just yet, I didn’t return to the wooden cabin and wandered alone on the island.
Unknowingly, I found myself at the training ground where Mu Xuanche had once taught me marksmanship.
Seeing the target still set up ahead, I walked over and gently touched the bullet holes on it.
Looking back now, I actually missed the days when he was still Island Master.
I held a sense of reverence for him, with fewer distractions in my mind, living through various scenarios of wits and courage.
It was another life created for me by Mu Xuanche, and now that I think about it, it's too late to cherish it.
"Xuan Wang..."
Hearing a voice, I crawled to one side and hid behind a large rock.
I didn't know why I didn't want anyone to know I was here, especially Mu Xuanche.
"Xuan Wang, I've done what you asked me to do."
It was a man's voice, sounding somewhat unfamiliar. He should not be from the island; perhaps he was one of Mu Xuanche's subordinates whom I had never met.
"How is Jin Ping doing?"
That voice belonged to Mu Xuanche, I was sure of it. Why was he asking about Jin Ping? Did he send someone to follow Jin Ping?
Curiosity stirred within me as I held my breath and strained my ears to listen closely to the sounds outside.
"Xuan Wang, don't worry. She now calls me husband with every breath; she trusts me."
Husband.
The two words made me unable to resist the urge to peek up, and when I did, I was stunned.
Although the light was dim, I could still make out the scene before me.
Two Mu Xuanches looked exactly the same. What on earth was going on?
I recalled the last time in the forest when Jin Ping summoned that husband who also looked just like Mu Xuanche. Could it be that this person was him?
From what he said, he should belong to Mu Xuanche. Why would Mu Xuanche send a fake to Jin Ping's side? What was he trying to accomplish?
"Be careful not to let that woman find out. She's sharp, and if she ruins my plan, you know the consequences," he warned.
His man sneered, responding with a tone of pride, "Rest assured, Xuan Wang. I will do it. I also hope Xuan Wang keeps his promise and shares a portion of the True Dragon Qi with me once it's obtained."
"Leave now," Mu Xuanche ordered.
It had been a long time since there was any sound outside; I thought they must have left.
I still didn't dare to move, only slightly exhaling a breath.
"Are you tired of holding your breath?"
A sudden voice startled my heart nearly to a stop. I looked up and met Mu Xuanche's gaze.
Perhaps because I was too familiar with him, I instantly recognized that he was the real Mu Xuanche.
It felt like being caught red-handed in a theft; I lowered my head silently, not daring to meet his eyes.
He crouched down and picked me up, his voice incredibly gentle.
"The ground is cold; you shouldn't sit on it."
I nestled in his embrace, not daring to move.
He carried me back to the wooden cabin, and as soon as we entered, the aroma of food wafted through the air. It must have been prepared by the big man, but I didn't see him anywhere inside.
Mu Xuanche set me down on a chair and served the food in front of me.
Although everything smelled delicious, I had no appetite at all.
He, on the other hand, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to feed me.
His movements were so natural that it seemed like he had been doing this for a while. If he hadn't taken action, I would have forgotten to eat.
Was I being foolish? When he fed me, I obediently ate.
Before long, the bowl was empty.
He was about to serve more when I stopped him.
He turned around and smiled at me, his eyes sparkling and exceptionally handsome.
"I thought you didn't know what it meant to be full. You’re like a pig who still needs someone to feed you."
He did that, and I got angry.
Pouting, I glared at him.
He reached out and lightly brushed my cheek with his fingertips, smiling gently, "Still mad, huh?"
I was upset, so I turned my head away and ignored him.
He forcibly turned me back to face him, his expression serious as he looked at me.
I frowned and tilted my head, unsure of what he meant. Just a moment ago, everything was fine; how had it suddenly changed?
"Go ahead and ask whatever you want," he said suddenly.
I was taken aback by his words and stared at him in confusion.
He affectionately ruffled my hair and pulled me into his embrace.
"Don't you want to ask about what you just saw?"
I was a bit startled. Being prompted to ask questions caught me off guard.
I asked him if I could really ask anything, and he nodded.
After thinking for a moment, I finally asked my first question: Who exactly is the fake Mu Xuanche?
He asked me, "Do you remember the Tomb on the back mountain of Boss Li?"
I remembered. At that time, we were lured in by the Cult of Spirits. Mu Xuanche stayed behind alone to deal with whatever was inside the coffin to save us.
This incident left a deep impression on me; how could I possibly forget?
After nodding, I asked him why he suddenly brought this up.
"The fake me, he is the one inside that Tomb. His name is Mu Yancheng; he is my brother, born of my father's concubine. After his death, the Tomb was disturbed and gave rise to the Millennium Drought Demon."
The news came too quickly for me to process.
Mu Yancheng, his brother—this was something I had never anticipated.
"Did I ever come into contact with him?" I asked Mu Xuanche.
He nodded and told me that during our last visit to Qin General's Tomb, he went to confront the Zombie that was the incarnation of General Qin. Concerned for my safety, he had sent Mu Yancheng to find me, but by then, I had already left.
I was so angry that my whole body trembled. I quickly typed a message to Mu Xuanche, telling him that I had left last time because Mu Yancheng had hit me.
Immediately, his expression turned cold.
"I can't believe he actually laid a hand on you. He only told me he planned to scare you away but didn't mention anything about hitting you. That damn Mu Yancheng."
Seeing Mu Xuanche's furious expression, as if he wanted to rush over and beat up Mu Yancheng right then and there, I believed he had no words left to say.
So it was Mu Yancheng and not Mu Xuanche back then. Maybe I was just too angry at the time to recognize him.
That damn guy actually dared to deceive me. The next time I see him, I will definitely beat that bastard to death.
"Does he look exactly like you?" I asked Mu Xuanche.
"No, he only resembles me a little because he has altered his appearance," he replied.
This answer eased my mind a bit. Just the thought of an identical face in front of Jin Ping made my heart feel heavy.
Don't blame me for being jealous; women are like that. We can't tolerate even the slightest hint of competition.
"Then why did you let him get close to Jin Ping? What exactly do you want?"
This question left Mu Xuanche silent for a long time, so long that I almost gave up and was about to leave when he finally spoke again.
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