Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

In late autumn in Qingwu Valley, the air is crisp and clear.

The smoke of the war had long been blown away by the wind, leaving only the increasingly dazzling golden ginkgo trees in the valley, shining like molten gold in the sun.

The courtyard returned to its former tranquility, as if the earth-shattering encirclement and suppression was just a distant nightmare.

In the system space, the furry white ball of spring roll was spread out like a "pancake", lying on an open "Picture Book of Food in All Heavens and Worlds" with a look of despair.

As soon as the small dark room was lifted, it couldn't wait to contact Tiandao Qinglian.

[Qinglian! Qinglian! Please answer if you hear me!] Chunjuan called out anxiously with her consciousness.

[…Why are you so flustered, little system?] Qinglian's unchanging, somewhat helpless voice sounded in Chunjuan's consciousness.

[Last time I told you that the time between me and the master was wrong, and asked you to fix it. Have you fixed it now? Can we teleport back to the correct time?] Chun Juan asked in a depressed tone.

[…I know.] Qinglian’s voice was calm.

Although it knew about Lord Nanxiang's "cruelness" from other Heavenly Daos, it knew it in its heart.

[……] Another silence.

This time, the "tiredness" in Qinglian's voice seemed more obvious, and even had a hint of... subtle, as if a sore spot had been touched... guilty?

[This world... the original power is lost, the space-time barrier... is indeed unstable. When you teleported... the energy fluctuations... um... were slightly... violent.]

It seemed to be choosing its words carefully, and its tone was unprecedentedly "gentle", even a little... cautious?

[Slightly intense?! You call this slightly intense?!]

Chun Juan keenly caught Qing Lian's unusual "easy talk" and immediately attacked, [I almost died along with my master! Do you know who my master is?! If she knew that your little world is so deceiving, when she recovers her memory...] Chun Juan deliberately prolonged the tail tone, full of threat.

【! ! ! 】

In the connection of consciousness, Chunjuan seemed to "hear" an extremely slight, almost negligible "ying" sound?

Perhaps it was an illusion? But Qinglian's voice was obviously a little hasty:

[Ahem... This matter... I... already know about it. The loss of the source... is... not what I wish.]

Its tone was unprecedentedly sincere? Even a little weak? [This is the sorrow of this world.]

Having followed its master through fourteen small worlds, it also knows what its master means to the laws of these small worlds. However, it feels proud of it because its master is the most powerful and it admires him immensely.

[Hmph!] Chunjuan immediately trembled, with his little paws on his hips (his mind body put his paws on his hips),

[Are you scared now? My master hates this kind of bad working environment the most! Mental damage compensation! Time cost! Lost work compensation! And my nutrition fee (hair rubbed off) and shock fee (being locked in a small dark room)! None of them can be less! According to Article 1372 and Article 250 of the Supplementary Rules of the Quick Wear System Management Regulations...] Chun Juan bala bala threw out a bunch of clauses, aggressively.

【…】

Qinglian remained silent for a longer time, as if she was "difficult" to digest these "reasonable" demands.

In the end, it responded in a tone that was almost...bearing humiliation and with a hint of "humbleness" that was barely noticeable: [...Yes. Basic rewards...increase by 30%. Additional compensation...a gift pack of premium energy snacks (physical version).]

It agreed almost "with gritted teeth".

[Physical version?!] Chun Juan was ecstatic! But he immediately suppressed his excitement and coughed pretentiously:

[This is... okay, right? But the fundamental problem is the teleportation point error! I'm going to contact the Third Hall of the Spacetime Bureau and ask them to send someone to reinforce your shoddy energy field! You pay for it!]

[…Yes.] Qinglian’s voice sounded even weaker, as if his family had been emptied of their wealth.

[But... the docking process of the Third Hall of the Spacetime Bureau is complicated and requires... a specific code... and an energy key...]

It paused, and its tone became extremely "sincere" and "pitiful".

[I am… still seriously injured and my energy… is sluggish, so I am afraid it will be difficult… to connect to the small system myself… Can you… communicate on my behalf? The required coding key… I will… pass it to you…]

As he spoke, a stream of cool energy containing complex information poured into Chunjuan's consciousness.

Spring roll: “…”

It looked at the dense, overwhelming pile of space-time bureau docking protocols and energy keys in its mind, and instantly felt like it had fallen into a pit.

This Qinglian! Pretending to be pitiful is fake, but throwing the troubles onto it is real.

It's a small system, and I hate dealing with those programmed uncles in the Space-Time Bureau. The process is so cumbersome!

【Hey! You!】 Chun Juan was furious.

[…Please…]

Qinglian's voice faded away, with a pitiful feeling of "I'm really weak, I can only rely on you", [The war is imminent... This world... is in danger... The only way... is to reinforce it as soon as possible... to create a safe... return environment for the respected master... Otherwise... If something goes wrong again... I... will be blamed for my death...嘤...]

The almost inaudible "ying" sound at the end was extremely destructive!

Spring Roll: “…” It felt like it was being manipulated.

On one hand, Qinglian pretended to be weak, pitiful and helpless, and even concerned about her master's safety, and on the other hand, there was that pile of cumbersome agreements... forget it!

For the master's mission and the physical snack gift pack! It spring rolls master endured!

[…Okay, okay! It’s my bad luck! ]

Chun Juan agreed unhappily.

[But remember! You owe me a big one! ]

[…Thank you very much.]

Qinglian's voice instantly regained a hint of coolness, although it was still a little weak.

[As for your master... at the moment, the cause and effect are entangled, especially the bond with Su Chen... it is deep, forcing a connection... may backfire...]

[Got it! Waiting for the big battle, right? ]

Chunjuan resigned himself to studying the pile of agreements.

[You have to be more reliable when the time comes! If you make trouble again, wait for the master to recover his memory... hehe! ]

[…I…understand! I will…do my best!]

Qinglian's voice immediately took on a hint of "panic" tension, and the communication was quickly cut off, as if any more words would be sensed by some "brutal" existence through the wall of the world.

Chunjuan looked at the disappeared connection, then looked at the pile of protocols in his mind, and took a bite of virtual snack in anger:

"Damn Qinglian! You're pretending to be pitiful and trying to trick me! Just wait!" But thinking of the physical version of the gift pack and Qinglian's cowardly look at the end, it felt a little secretly happy. Well, just wait for the battle, watch the show, and by the way... collect the money!

Just as Qinglian expected, in the world outside the valley, the seeds of hatred and greed were growing wildly.

Qianye Ancient Buddha dragged his broken golden body back to the Wanfo Sect and immediately announced to the public: Qingwu Valley was defeated tragically because of the cruelty of the Demon Lord Su Chen, who colluded with the demon king Bai Li to set a trap to ambush the righteous!

With tears in his eyes, he accused Su Chen of "crimes" and Bai Li of "betrayal", and put all the blood debts of Ling Hui, Cui Yan and many fallen disciples on Su Chen and Bai Li.

This tactic of killing someone with a borrowed knife and diverting trouble to someone else is extremely vicious.

When the news spread, the major sects that were already afraid and angry at Su Chen and Bai Li, especially the remnants of the Luoshui Sect and Yanji Sect, which had suffered heavy losses, and some of the Lingyin Palace disciples, became even more furious! The hatred towards the demons and monsters reached its peak.

Chu Silian played a key role in fueling this surging wave of hatred.

Relying on her status as the young palace master and her pitiful appearance, as well as the "advantage" that her senior brother Luo Cong was still seriously injured and had not yet recovered, she actively moved between the major sects.

She spoke earnestly, denouncing Su Chen's "becoming possessed by the devil and killing his master" and Bai Li's "sinister sneak attack", and even more obliquely hinted that the Wanfo Sect, under the leadership of Qianye Ancient Buddha, was the backbone in the fight against demons and monsters. This invisibly alienated the relationship between the Wanfo Sect and other immortal sects, and pushed more power to Qianye Ancient Buddha's camp.

The inconspicuous silver fox-fur hairpin in her hair would occasionally flash an extremely faint light when no one was paying attention.

The interior of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect was now shrouded in an even deeper shadow.

Qianye Gufo's injuries were far more serious than he had claimed.

The golden body is on the verge of collapse and the Buddha's energy is exhausted.

His desire for Linglong's heart and his hatred for Su Chen made him completely tear off the last bit of hypocrisy.

He began to use his authority and remaining prestige as the sect leader to secretly summon some inner disciples with better talents but lower status, even including several elders who were loyal to him, under high-sounding excuses such as "blessing", "initiation", and "helping them break through bottlenecks".

However, after these people went in, there was no sound.

Their pure Buddha essence, and even part of their life essence, was devoured by Qianye using evil methods in order to repair his broken golden body!

After all, paper can't hold the fire.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, Venerable Jia Luo, who had been traveling outside and sensed the drastic fluctuations in the sect's fortune, returned quietly.

This venerable monk had white beard and eyebrows, a gaunt face, and eyes as clear as a baby's. He exuded a genuine aura of peace and compassion, which was completely different from Qianye's hypocrisy.

He quickly noticed something unusual.

Late one night, Venerable Jialuo sneaked into the "Pure Heart Hall" where Qianye was in seclusion, and happened to see Qianye devouring the Buddha's essence of a young disciple.

The disciple's face was distorted and his body was shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye, but a morbid blush of satisfaction appeared on Qianye's face.

“Qianye! You…you actually practiced such evil magic! And harmed your fellow disciples!!”

Venerable Kala's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was like a bell, containing boundless anger and grief.

Qianye Ancient Buddha suddenly raised his head, golden and red light flashing in his eyes. Where was the compassion of a Buddhist leader?

Only naked ferocity and murderous intent remained: "Jia Luo? How dare you trespass into the forbidden area! You are courting death!"

He did not hesitate, and while the power he had absorbed had not yet dissipated, he attacked the highly respected elder!

A shocking battle broke out in the forbidden area of ​​​​Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.

Venerable Kala has profound knowledge of Buddhism and is at a very high level, but he was forced to fight hastily, and Qianye was empowered by evil magic at this moment, making his power strange and violent.

After a long and fierce battle, Venerable Jialuo was finally defeated and severely injured by Qianye's Evil Buddha Seal, and cracks appeared on his golden body.

“The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect… has become a demonic den!”

Venerable Jialuo let out a long howl of grief and indignation, and used his last bit of strength to ring the sect's warning bell. He also used his great supernatural power to gather up a dozen disciples who he sensed had good intentions and were not polluted. Among them was the sweeping monk who had felt sympathy for Su Chen in the past. He turned into a ray of golden light, broke through the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's mountain protection formation, and disappeared into the sky.

Qianye Ancient Buddha watched them escape and did not chase them, but his face was terribly gloomy. He knew that the last mask of his was also completely torn apart.

The Wanfo Sect exists in name only.

The outside world is in turmoil and conspiracy, but the Qingwu Valley is still peaceful.

In the afternoon, the sun is warm.

Su Chen held Nan Xiang's hand and strolled into the depths of the valley.

There is a pool of clear water here, named "Qingyue Lake".

The lake water is crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds as well as the mountains surrounded by forests. The lake surface is like a mirror, so tranquil that it seems otherworldly.

A few silver-scale fish swam leisurely among the water plants near the shore.

"fishing?"

Like a magic trick, Su Chen took out two simple but smoothly polished bamboo fishing rods and a small can of fragrant bait.

Nan Xiang's eyes lit up, and she took the fishing rod like a child who had got a new toy: "Great! Let's see who catches more!"

She found a flat rock to sit on, and began to bait and cast the fishing rod in an orderly manner.

Su Chen sat down beside her with calm and graceful movements.

The lake was rippling slightly, and the buoy was floating quietly. Nan Xiang was watching with great interest at first, but soon, she was attracted by the beautiful scenery of the lake and the peaceful atmosphere of the people around her, and she felt a little drowsy.

She simply leaned her head gently on Su Chen's shoulder and closed her eyes to rest.

Su Chen tilted his head and looked at Nan Xiang's peaceful sleeping face. The sunlight danced on her long eyelashes, casting a small shadow.

His eyes were so gentle that water could drip out of them, and the demonic energy around him was completely restrained, leaving only peace.

He carefully adjusted his position to allow her to lean more comfortably, then returned his gaze to his buoy, as if guarding the most precious treasure in the world.

Time flows quietly.

Su Chen's buoy suddenly sank slightly.

He moved his wrist slightly with incredible ease, and a fat, silver-scaled fish broke out of the water, drawing a bright silver arc in the sunlight, and fell accurately into the fish basket beside him without even splashing much water.

Nan Xiang was awakened by the slight noise, opened her eyes hazily, and just in time saw this scene.

She suddenly lost all her sleepiness and pointed at the fish basket and said in surprise:

"Wow! You caught it! So quick!"

Su Chen raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a barely perceptible sense of pride, and pushed the fish basket towards her:

"It's all yours."

“I want to fish too!”

Nan Xiang refused to admit defeat, and immediately sat up straight, staring intently at her buoy.

However, the fish seemed to particularly favor Su Chen's side. His float moved twice in succession, and two more silver-scale fish fell into the basket.

Nan Xiang didn't move at all.

"Humph!"

Nan Xiang puffed up her cheeks, a little annoyed, and quietly made a hand gesture. A very faint, vital magical power silently penetrated into the water, gently "calling" the fish.

Su Chen saw all of her "cheating" tricks, and his smile deepened, but he pretended not to know.

Sure enough, after a while, Nan Xiang's buoy sank suddenly.

“Got it!” Nan Xiang exclaimed excitedly and pulled hard.

As a result, she used too much force and threw a silver-scaled fish as long as her forearm directly onto the shore, where it jumped around on the grass.

"Haha, look, mine is bigger!" Nan Xiang pointed at the big fish proudly, like a child who had won a battle.

Su Chen looked at her bright smiling face and felt his heart filled with warmth.

He stood up, caught the big, lively fish with swift movements, put it into the fish basket, then walked to her and naturally wiped away the water drops that splashed on her cheek with his clean sleeve.

"Yeah, Anan is the best."

His voice was low and gentle, with undisguised fondness.

As the sun sets, the figures of the two people and the basket full of silver-scaled fish are dyed a warm golden color.

They carried the fish baskets and walked back together, with the sparkling Qingyue Lake and the gorgeous sunset glow behind them. The bloody storm outside the valley seemed to be completely isolated by the barrier of Qingwu Valley.