Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

As evening approached, the sun began to set in the west.

Jiang's mother helped Jiang's father back home. Although they were both very tired, they were extremely happy.

Under the warm hospitality of Jiang's mother.

Everyone had dinner at the Jiang family's house again, and now Jiang's father looked at An Qingyu differently.

Jiang's mother kept putting food on An Qingyu's plate.

Her face was flushed, and she couldn't hide the gratitude in her eyes: "Qingyu, we owe you so much this time. If it weren't for you, Old Jiang's leg..."

Jiang Er looked at An Qingyu's mountain of rice bowls and interrupted her mother playfully, "Mom, if you keep talking, Qingyu's bowls won't be full."

Baili Pangpang watched silently as Jiang Er placed the peeled shrimp into An Qingyu's bowl, without saying a word.

Half a catty equals eight taels.

Can An Qingyu finish eating all of this?

Sitting in the main seat, Jiang's father's expression was much gentler than before. He raised his wine glass and looked at An Qingyu: "Qingyu, I must toast you with this glass."

An Qingyu quickly raised her glass: "Uncle, you flatter me. We're all family."

Jiang's father downed his drink in one gulp, his expression suddenly turning serious: "Hey! One thing at a time. Although you saved my leg, if you treat Jiang Er badly, I still won't agree to this marriage."

An Qingyu put down her wine glass and said seriously.

"Uncle, don't worry."

"I will not let Jiang Er suffer any injustice."

Seeing An Qingyu so serious, Jiang's father felt relieved and casually changed the subject.

"I heard from Xiao Er that you taught yourself medicine?"

An Qingyu smiled.

It was indeed self-taught.

He had already learned most of the college-level anatomy in high school, and then he continued to dissect the mysterious.

Practice makes perfect.

He remained expressionless: "I just made it up myself."

"Just overthinking?"

Jiang's father raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing it.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret: "Qingyu, tell me the truth, do you have some kind of master, have you joined some sect, or have you encountered some extraordinary adventure with your skills?"

An Qingyu: ...

Jiang's father got more and more excited as he spoke, looking like he knew everything about her: "I often see miracle doctors coming down from the mountain in those short dramas, Qingyu, you wouldn't happen to be one, would you?"

An Qingyu:?

Uncle, you should watch fewer short dramas.

puff-!

Baili Pangpang had just taken a sip of his drink when he was so amused by Jiang's father's serious analysis that he spat it out.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned his head in time.

That's how a tragedy at the dinner table was averted.

He coughed, his face flushed, and his shoulders trembled violently, looking like he was struggling to suppress his laughter.

Jiang's mother turned to look at Baili Pangpang and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Baili Pangpang waved his hand without answering, afraid that he would burst out laughing if he opened his mouth.

The others also kept their eyes down, reflecting on all the sad things that had happened recently, which prevented them from laughing out loud.

The Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain - An Qingyu.

"Hahaha……"

Jiang Er didn't have so many reservations. He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and finally leaned on An Qingyu's shoulder.

"Dad, you really need to watch less short dramas."

She finally caught her breath, her face beaming with unparalleled pride, and boasted to Jiang's father, "What kind of miracle doctor came down from the mountain? How can their mediocre skills compare to Qingyu's?"

Jiang's father was stunned.

Looking at the strange atmosphere at the dinner table, he felt as if he had guessed part of it correctly, but also as if he was completely wrong.

Jiang's father picked up his wine glass, took another sip, and felt that his brain was even less capable of processing the information.

After three rounds of drinking.

At the warm invitation of Jiang's mother.

Su Chen and his group moved directly into Jiang Er's house.

Jiang Er's house was originally a self-built house, intended to be a hotel or guesthouse, with many rooms.

It's more than enough to house them.

The task of assigning rooms naturally fell to Jiang Er.

"I didn't expect Jiang Er's family to own so many buildings. She's quite wealthy. Qingyu, it seems you've become a gigolo."

Baili Pangpang followed behind and joked.

"Chubby!"

Jiang Er was completely free to let loose once she got back home, and she started chasing after Baili Pangpang with her little fists.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Even telling the truth won't work.

It's really hard to be an honest person these days.

After taking two punches from Jiang Er, Baili Pangpang became completely obedient. Jiang Er's anger also subsided, and he obediently led the way to a courtyard.

"Let's stay here."

"This will have to do for now; the view here at night is quite nice."

Baili Pangpang looked around and asked a probing question: "Jiang Er, why are there only five rooms here?"

There were six of them in total.

Five rooms.

How am I supposed to sleep?

Jiang Er feigned surprise and asked, "Really? I didn't notice. Oh, perfect, there's an empty room across from my room. Qingyu, why don't you stay there?"

An Qingyu coughed lightly: "I'm fine with anything."

Jiang Er smiled sweetly, took An Qingyu's hand without hesitation, and turned to leave: "It's getting late, you should get some rest. I'll take you shopping again tomorrow."

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone:...

OK OK.

You don’t even want to act anymore, right?

Everyone tacitly agreed not to stop it.

After An Qingyu and Jiang Er left, Lin Qiye turned to Su Chen and asked, "When do we start?"

Su Chen stretched and said, "Let's talk about it after Qingyu and the others fall asleep."

Cao Yuan looked puzzled: "Didn't they go back to sleep?"

Baili Pangpang looked at him like he was an idiot: "Do you believe they went back to sleep, or do you believe I am the Heavenly Venerable?"

Cao Yuan was speechless for a moment.

The group exchanged glances for a couple of seconds, then reached a silent consensus and looked at Lin Qiye in unison.

Lin Qiye remained silent.

The laws of darkness enveloped everyone, silencing their breathing, heartbeats, and footsteps.

He was so skilled it didn't seem like it was his first time.

The group left the courtyard in tacit agreement and arrived at Erhai Lake in just a few minutes.

The moonlight poured down.

Jiang Er sat on a white swing, her skirt fluttering gently in the night breeze as the swing swayed.

"I used to swing here a lot when I was a child."

An Qingyu stood behind him, gently pushing the swing.

"happy?"

The swing's range of motion gradually decreased.

He reached out and gently steadied the swaying rope.

The swing stopped.

Jiang Er stood up and turned around to meet his gaze.

The sea breeze blew, lifting her long hair.

A few strands of hair playfully brushed against An Qingyu's cheek.

An Qingyu raised her hand to tuck the stray hairs behind her ear, her fingertips inadvertently touching her warm earlobe.

Jiang Er's cheeks flushed, and under the bright moonlight, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

She stood on tiptoe, her eyes reflecting the starry sky and his figure.

"Qingyu..."

she called softly.

An Qingyu responded gently.

The moonlight draped them in a silver veil, and the waves of Erhai Lake were the only accompaniment at that moment.

far away.

Lin Qiye coughed lightly, awkwardly turned his head away, and muttered under his breath, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't look at what you shouldn't see."

The night is still long.

The task was just a side effect.

now.

No one wanted to disturb that moonlit relationship, a tender moment belonging to An Qingyu.