Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Chapter 169: Is that why you and Grandpa Mo split up? (3)



Chapter 169 – Is that why you and Grandpa Mo split up? (3)


Thinking of the wolf at home, who was absorbing spiritual energy and recovering from his injuries, Ruan Qiuqiu instinctively refuted. Her voice was full of panic that she wasn’t aware of, “No, that won’t happen.”


Her wolf was already slowly getting better. How could he lose his mind and become a monster? How could he have so little time left to live? He… He was clearly already getting better.


She shamefully teared up and forcibly pressed her lips together to keep herself from crying out.


The fine, velvety snowflakes gently fell down. The sky was showing signs of clearing up, and it wasn’t as dull and gray as before. Even the howling wind seemed as if it was going to stop. And yet, for the first time, she felt that the temperature outside was so very cold.


Even Grandma Ruyi, who’s brow was slightly furrowed, was gently looking at her.


On any other day, it would be a wish come true to find a place with so many vegetables like this one, but she felt none of that expected happiness and excitement.


Her stomach was warm, and the smell of grilled meat was even lingering between her teeth and lips. Ruan Qiuqiu tried to smile. “Grandma Ruyi, are you kidding me? This joke isn’t funny at all.”


She was usually so optimistic, and it wasn’t difficult for her to smile. But today, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t smile. Her disobedient lips were even frowning.


Her vision gradually grew blurry. Ruan Qiuqiu shook her head hard. For the first time, she didn’t care about cleanliness. She cut a sorry figure as she raised hand and used the dirty animal skin sleeve to wipe the corners of her eyes.


After a short period of panic, Ruan Qiuqiu did her best to calm down.


Qing Ruyi felt somewhat distressed seeing her like this. She stood up straight and patted her shoulder with her clean hand. Her voice was soft as she said, “Qiuqiu, you’re one of the rare humans who are good at cultivating. Your spiritual power is very special too. You reached the late stage of level 1 before adulthood. You’re a very talented child, and Grandma appreciates that. If you’re willing, I can teach you. When you’ve become strong, you can have any human or demon that you want. This world is big. Even now, you have a lot of other choices.”


Qing Ruyi sighed. “Yuan Jue was once a chief and seen as a talented demon, but so what? That fiend energy should have appeared by now. You should know that better than me. During this phase where the fiend energy takes over, he’s in excruciating pain. It’s so painful that death is preferable.”


Ruan Qiuqiu raised her head to look at her. There was a hint of resentment in her eyes. “Aren’t you and Grandpa Mo in the same situation? Will you tell Grandpa Mo to leave you? You said that most half-demons and half-fiends don’t live to adulthood, but you…”


Qing Ruyi interrupted her, “Yes, I reached adulthood.”


Qing Ruyi wasn’t surprised by her question. Her expression was exceptionally calm. “But right now, you’re only looking at my outer appearance.”


Qing Ruyi smiled. “Do you want to see what I really look like?”


Ruan Qiuqiu froze in surprise. A light appeared at Qing Ruyi’s fingertips, and Qing Ruyi pointed it towards her eyebrows.


Ruan Qiuqiu felt as if the space around her instantly became distorted. Cold wind blew by her ears, and she reflexively reached out to block it.


When Ruan Qiuqiu opened her eyes again, she seemed to have come to a hillside.


There was a big cave on the shady spot of the hillside. Willow trees were planted around the cave. The sun was shining down, and golden dappled light shone through the willow branches. She could tell that it was mid-summer.


Ruan Qiuqiu took two steps forward. She couldn’t feel her feet touching the ground, and her hand easily passed through the willow branches.


She quickly reacted. Was this Grandma Ruyi’s memory?



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