The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Ying Li slumped on the sofa, her hands resting lightly at her sides, her fingers unconsciously tightening as if trying to suppress some impulse. A hint of forbearance lingered in her eyes, her voice calm yet resolute: "If I remember correctly, there seems to be no causal connection between us. It was you who took the first step. He Qingming, I don't owe you anything." Her words carried an undeniable resoluteness, as if attempting to sever the last remaining connection between them.

He Qingming's expression suddenly changed, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He was indeed in the wrong, and he couldn't argue with that. He dodged Ying Ni's questioning, but in his heart, he was secretly calculating, "Are you looking for a solution? I can help you, but..." There was a hint of hesitation in his words, as if he was weighing something.

He Qingming had already sensed everything from Ying Ni's discussion with Bai Fan and Di Xin, and he knew Ying Ni's attempt to find a solution. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "What do you want? I'll give you whatever I can find." His voice was filled with resignation, as if he were making some kind of sacrifice.

Ying Li had calmed down. She heard the unspoken meaning in He Qingming's words, so she asked expressionlessly, "What do you want?" A hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, as if she was guarding against He Qingming's next move.

"Youyou, I want nothing else in this world except you." He Qingming faced Ying Ni, his gaze firm and deep. He knew that the fastest way to find the variable would be for Ying Ni to activate the power of fate and examine her destiny, but this was forbidden by the laws of heaven and the great way. If Ying Ni entertained such an idea, only the world-destroying purple thunder tribulation awaited her. Therefore, he absolutely would not allow Ying Ni to entertain such an idea. His voice was filled with determination, as if he were making some kind of oath.

"You want me," Ying Ni repeated doubtfully, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Wasn't their relationship already over? Her heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment. She couldn't understand why He Qingming would still ask for something from her after so long. She had thought their bond was completely broken, but He Qingming's words made her realize that perhaps their story wasn't over yet. There was a hint of bewilderment in her voice, as if she was searching for an answer.

Upon noticing Ying Lai's words, He Qingming acted with lightning speed, swiftly moving in front of her. Before Ying Lai could fully grasp the situation, he straddled her legs with exquisite grace. He used his right hand to firmly support the back of her head, then leaned forward, his lips meeting hers with unerring precision. Immediately afterwards, his movements shifted to her neck, gently leaving a series of red marks on her fair, delicate skin. Simultaneously, his left hand skillfully unbuttoned her collar. His movements were fluid and powerful, each one revealing his desire and possessiveness for her. Each gesture seemed to speak of his deep affection and devotion for her.

When he tried to continue, Ying Lai held He Qingming's left hand with one hand, "Have you had enough trouble?" He Qingming felt frustrated when he heard the calmness in Ying Lai's tone. He stopped moving and buried his head in Ying Lai's neck. Ying Lai felt her neck gradually getting wet. She reached out to touch it and found water stains on her fingertips. Are these tears? "Are you crying?" Ying Lai's tone softened. She did not push He Qingming away, and she didn't know why. Her heart was full of confusion and contradictions. She didn't know what her feelings for He Qingming were, but she knew that she didn't want to push him away. There seemed to be a trace of reluctance in her heart, and an emotion that was difficult to let go quietly grew in her heart.

The two of them remained in this position for quite some time. He Qingming finally stood up, his tone heavy. "There are two variables, but I cannot detect their specific circumstances. It seems that the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao have intentionally blocked their secrets, destiny, and causal relationships." Ying Li was very surprised to hear this. She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion, staring at He Qingming. "Oh, it seems that things are getting interesting this time. The Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao have joined forces. This means that the opportunities brought by these two variables must be enormous."

Ying Huan also stood up and slowly walked towards the French window. Her gaze pierced the glass, as if she wanted to penetrate the dark night sky and see through the hidden destiny. He Qingming noticed Ying Huan's actions and followed closely behind her. One hand gently wrapped around Ying Huan's waist, hugging her tightly, while the other hand gently covered Ying Huan's eyes. "Are you challenging the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao? With your current strength, dealing with a Heavenly Dao is already quite strenuous, let alone the Great Dao." Ying Huan stopped exploring, knowing that now was not the time to confront the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao head-on.

After Ying Huan regained her composure, a determined light began to flicker in her eyes. Gently but firmly, she pulled away He Qingming's arm, turned to face him, and said in a calm yet resolute tone, "Now, you should go back." However, He Qingming didn't flinch. Instead, he took a large step forward, completely enveloping Ying Huan in his presence, and held her tightly in his arms. "No, I can't leave you like this," he said in a low voice, filled with concern and worry.

Ying Ni placed her hands on He Qingming's chest, trying to push him away, but her efforts seemed to have no effect. She chuckled softly, trying to lighten the tension with a lighthearted tone: "Are you worried that I'll pursue those dangerous things again? Don't worry, I won't play with my life." However, He Qingming didn't respond with words. His actions were more direct than words could have been. He crouched halfway down, and suddenly, with a swift and powerful movement, he lifted Ying Ni onto his shoulders.

Ying Huan was completely unprepared for such a move. Caught off guard by being carried on He Qingming's shoulders, she began to struggle. Her hands slapped He Qingming's back, her voice filled with panic and confusion: "He Qingming, what are you doing? Put me down!" But He Qingming didn't seem to hear her protests. He carried Ying Huan on his shoulders and walked towards the bedroom with determination and resolve.

They finally reached the bed, and He Qingming gently placed Ying Wan on it. His movements were gentle, yet possessive. Ying Wan lay there, her eyes gazing at He Qingming with a complex expression, a look that betrayed a murderous intent. He Qingming stood by the bed, his gaze piercing her, as if silently conveying his determination and emotion, his deep concern for her.