It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

A year passed like this, and finally the day arrived when they were going to attend Duan Muyang's Demon God's Coming Ceremony.

Each sect nominated an elder to go to the Demon Realm to celebrate.

Jun Moxiao decided to take Ji Wushang and Lan Qingya with him.

Song Yanche will stay in the sect and he has already started taking charge of the sect's affairs. Jun Moxiao is very satisfied with his maturity and wisdom.

The person who came from Lingxiao Pavilion was Xu Xianyuan.

When he appeared in front of Lan Qingya with a vibrant look on his face, his smile almost froze in an instant.

"Xiao Ya?" He couldn't help but frowning when he saw her eyes that were as dead as a piece of wood without any ripples.

Lan Qingya smiled faintly: "Long time no see."

Xu Xianyuan has been very hardworking over the past few decades, and his cultivation has leapt from the late stage of transformation to the middle stage of cultivation.

Lan Qingya complimented: "You are indeed extremely talented, which shows that you are a very spiritual race."

She looked normal, but Xu Xianyuan knew that she was not normal.

After looking at her worriedly for a long time, he pulled Fu Feng aside to find out what was going on.

When Fu Feng saw him now, his eyes were clear, without any inexplicable emotion from before.

Hearing his question, he sighed but didn't say much.

Everyone in the mortal world who should know about Jun Moxiao's affairs knows about it, but the rest of the people shouldn't know about it.

If the news of his demise were leaked in advance, it would only cause chaos.

Fu Feng vaguely expressed that she was very sad about something.

Xu Xianyuan listened thoughtfully, and before leaving, he stayed close to Lan Qingya, trying to distract her attention.

He shamelessly refused to live in the Lingfeng Peak used by Piaomiao Sect for reception, but instead insisted on Lan Qingya, asking her to allocate a room for him.

They had a good relationship before, and Xu Xianyuan was quite familiar with Lan Qingya's temper. She was not averse to his measured closeness.

She immediately arranged accommodation for him in Yalan Peak.

There were still more than ten days before departure, so he stayed there without any hesitation.

Little did she know that he had other intentions and had been pestering her ever since.

Every morning in the mist, he would smile and greet people in the square in front of the main hall: "Xiao Ya! Come and practice swordplay!"

In the morning sun, he would play and joke with Zhu Jinghong, which would make Lan Qingya purse her lips and smile.

After lunch, he would drag her to the lakeside for a nap, and he, Fu Feng and the other two would lie on bamboo chairs, enjoying the breeze and chatting lazily.

Even at night, he was never idle. He would either go to watch the fireworks, or go for a night run or fishing, or else he would enjoy the moon and the breeze, drink wine, listen to music, play chess, or compose poetry.

He really has all kinds of tricks.

Lan Qingya was indeed infected by his vigorous vitality and gradually became more lively.

Fu Feng's anxious heart could finally be put at ease.

As long as it's good for her, he will accept it.

Xu Xianyuan is of some use.

The sun was warm and the Yalan Lake was sparkling. The light reflected from the lake surface shone on Lan Qingya's calm little face, showing mottled light and shadow.

"Xiao Ya, last time we separated, didn't I boast to you that I had a lot of magic stones at home?"

"Ah."

"I went home once and brought you a piece." Xu Xianyuan said, handing over a stone.

Lan Qingya took it and looked at it, and was stunned.

She sat up suddenly and looked again and again in disbelief.

In her hand was a stone emitting five-colored light. After a while, she looked at Xu Xianyuan.

"Are you serious?"

Xu Xianyuan was pleased by her shocked expression. He smiled and raised his hand to brush across his bangs and said, "Do I look unserious to you?"

Lan Qingya still pulled the corner of her lips in doubt: "Do you know what this is?"

Xu Xianyuan couldn't help but sneer. How could he not know what this was, his family's heirloom?

Seeing her making a fuss, Fu Feng came over and took the thing in his hand to play with it: "What is this?"

Lan Qingya opened her mouth, choked on her breath, and said after a while: "Five-colored stone."

Fu Feng was also shocked: "Qingya, are you talking about the five-colored stones that Nuwa used to repair the sky?"

Lan Qingya nodded silently, looking at Xu Xianyuan as if she was looking at the stupid son of a landlord.

Can such a treasure passed down from generation to generation be given to anyone casually?

Fu Feng felt it was a little hot for a moment, so he handed the colorful stone to Lan Qingya.

Lan Qingya took it and turned to throw it to Xu Xianyuan.

The stone drew an arc in the air and fell steadily into his hands.

Xu Xianyuan let out an uninhibited smile: "It's not a rare thing. We have six of them at home."

Lan Qingya now knows that this guy does have a prominent family background.

I don’t know which noble family this young man belongs to, but he actually came down to earth to understand the people’s sentiments.

"Xianyuan, I heard that the five-colored stone can also mend the sky and mend people?"

Xu Xianyuan shook his head proudly: "Of course, otherwise why do you think I look so handsome?"

Lan Qingya rolled her eyes: "Heh."

[Even if you are really pretty, you don't have to be so cocky, right? ]

[I am still extremely beautiful and stunning. Who isn’t a beauty? ]

Xu Xianyuan couldn't help but chuckle. After a while, he smiled enough and came over to ask, "Do you want to try it?"

Fu Feng and Lan Qingya's eyes lit up at the same time, and they said in unison: "Yes."

Xu Xianyuan threw the colorful stones to Fu Feng with a wicked smile, and pulled Lan Qingya to lie on the bamboo chair.

Lan Qingya was confused: "What?"

She lay there and saw his handsome face lying upside down with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"You need to loosen up your muscles before you nourish someone, so that the effect will be better."

Lan Qingya: "I don't need it...ah!"

"Well... stop it, it hurts..."

"Ugh...Xu Xianyuan! It hurts so much..."

"Xu Xianyuan, don't..."

"Fu Feng..." In the end, she could only ask Fu Feng for help.

Fu Feng pulled him away with a sour face and warned him sternly: "Don't mess with her."

Xu Xianyuan was pulled away by him with great force, and she said with the corner of her lips pulled: "If the meridians are unblocked, there will be no pain. If there is pain, it means that the meridians are blocked. She is in pain, which means that her meridians are blocked and need to be straightened out."

Fu Feng pursed her lips and glared at him: "Don't give me that. How can a cultivator have blocked meridians? You can't make her uncomfortable."

Xu Xianyuan noticed Fu Feng's protectiveness towards Lan Qingya, and couldn't help but say something sour: "You don't have to worry about what happens between Xiaoya and me."

Fu Feng threw the five-colored stone to Lan Qingya, and his attitude became tougher: "I want to take care of it."

As they talked, the two of them started fighting.

Lan Qingya rubbed her shoulder that was pinched by Xu Xianyuan and stood up, looking back at the two of them fighting in silence.

"Hey, you two are about 1,500 years old together, right? Stop acting like kids!"

No one listened to her.

The two fought from the lakeside to the center of the lake, and from the center of the lake to the square, until they almost accidentally injured Zhu Jinghong, who had come to pay his respects to Lan Qingya after receiving his victory. Lan Qingya could no longer tolerate this and separated the two.

"You two should not stay in Yalan Peak after you hurt my little disciple!"

Fu Feng stopped immediately, walked to Lan Qingya and secretly pulled her sleeve.

Lan Qingya glared at him with a hint of anger. Fu Feng pursed his lips and lowered his head, looking like a good boy.

This kind of interaction was particularly glaring in Xu Xianyuan's eyes.

He remembered that Fu Feng met Qingya a little later than him, right?

Sure enough, distance does not produce beauty, it only produces different progress.