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He definitely knows that the female protagonist is nearby; he is just pretending not to. I wondered how the female protagonist and her companions could watch the show so calmly. It turns out that it was the brother who was letting things slide and pretending to be blind. I sighed, once again marveling at how impressive the Sister Complex really is.
Just as I was thinking this, the courtyard below was already brightly lit, with a large crowd gathered. At the forefront was a somewhat plump middle-aged man. At first glance, he appeared imposing and dignified, with a pair of eyes that shone like cold stars, indicating that he was skilled in martial arts.
"I wonder what brings the leader of the Fengyu Sect here at night?" the middle-aged man asked, tilting his head back.
Yue Qingyi chuckled lightly and gracefully landed on the ground while holding me. "Naturally, I'm not here for a casual visit." Yue Qingyi released his hand from my waist and walked towards the middle-aged man.
I hesitated whether to follow, but the guards of the Fengyu Sect stopped me in my tracks. It seemed that I really had nothing to do with this matter. So I quietly watched.
"This must be the Zhang Family Head," Yue Qingyi said, tilting his head and leaning closer to the middle-aged man with a cheerful smile. "Zhang Dezhuzhu, right?"
The eighteen-year-old boy's smile was incredibly infectious. However, the Zhang Family Head broke out in a cold sweat from fear. He hadn't used that name in over a decade.
"The leader must have mistaken me for someone else; I am Zhang Wuqing and do not know anyone named Zhang Dezhuzhu," the Zhang Family Head replied with an awkward smile.
Yue Qingyi immediately burst into laughter, doubling over in amusement, clearly enjoying himself immensely. The Zhang Family Head looked anxiously at this scene, uncertain of Yue Qingyi's intentions and too afraid to speak up.
In the entire courtyard, only Yue Qingyi's laughter echoed amidst the lights. I shook my head. Of course, Yue Qingyi had not mistaken him for someone else. The book clearly stated that this person had indeed participated in the massacre of the former leader of the martial arts world.
The Zhang Family Head's attempt at denial was futile. Sure enough, after a while, Yue Qingyi quieted down and placed his hand on the Zhang Family Head's shoulder, gently brushing off some dust while saying, "It seems I have mistaken you..."
The Zhang Family Head relaxed momentarily upon hearing this. However, he had relaxed too soon; Yue Qingyi continued with another sentence: "Then let’s just go along with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Qingyi swiftly moved his hand aside and with a snap, broke the Zhang Family Head's neck. My breath seemed to stop along with that of the Zhang Family Head.
Before this, I was absolutely certain that this was a false story. I knew it was a novel written by someone, and this world was fake. Although I occasionally felt instinctive fear, most of the time, I treated it like a haunted house game. They were just NPCs after all.
I chatted and laughed with Yue Qingyi, sleeping side by side under the tree for an entire night. Yue Qingyi took me flying across the rooftops, and I felt like a gopher screaming in excitement, finding it all so novel. Even just now, I still had a lingering desire to see what the female lead in the story looked like. When I heard Yue Qingyi laugh, I was still looking forward to the continuation of the story.
I felt like a true passerby, floating in mid-air, watching these people's joys and sorrows. Until the moment Zhang Family Head truly breathed his last, I suddenly froze. I saw his body going limp and about to fall to the ground, caught by the servant beside him. I heard someone crying out in grief, and I saw flames burning. My world turned into varying shades of gray...
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a sky full of stars and a figure sitting at the edge of a cliff. Upon closer inspection, it was still Yue Qingyi.
"You're awake," Yue Qingyi said without turning his head.
I nodded randomly, not caring that he couldn't see me. He extended his right hand and patted the empty space beside him, indicating for me to sit down. I hesitated for a moment before slowly moving over.
Yue Qingyi scoffed and said, "Are you afraid of me?"
I didn't respond; I just quietly sat beside him. Looking up at the scattered stars in the sky and then down at the myriad lights on earth.
After a while, I asked him while hugging my knees and resting my head on them, "Do you feel afraid when you kill?"
Yue Qingyi turned to look at me and replied, "Afraid? Why wouldn't I be?" As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on his face: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to kill them."
I stared at him in a daze and murmured, "Now I'm finally sure that you're really insane."
Before he could mock me, I continued, "But if I had grown up like you, I'd probably be even worse."
Yue Qingyi no longer looked at me and turned to gaze at the distant night sky. Just then, a shooting star streaked across.
"Do you have any wishes?" I asked him excitedly, "Or is there something you like or want?"
Yue Qingyi's body stiffened slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then he smiled, saying, "When I was five, my mother gave me a wooden doll. That doll looked like my sister, and I loved it so much that I had to hold it to sleep. Later, my master threw that doll into the fire and burned it."
I lowered my head; at five years old, he lost all his family and was taken away by the previous leader of the Fengyu Sect.
"Then I had a group of martial brothers to practice with, and I liked them too. But in the end, I killed them all."
They were not just martial brothers; they were also competitors in a brutal survival game.
"I'm the kind of person who shouldn't like anything."
After saying this, Yue Qingyi fell silent.
I stared at him for a long time, feeling the cool breeze on the mountain, and said, "You can like the stars and the moon in the sky. No one can harm them, and they won't harm you either."
Hearing this, Yue Qingyi turned his head and looked at me with a half-smile: "You really resemble my late friend. She also liked to watch the stars."
He still suspected that I was deliberately getting close to him.
"No one dislikes watching stars," I clarified.
He nodded and smirked, asking, "What exactly do you want from following me?"
"Must I want something?" I countered.
"I am now all alone; even the position of leader of the Fengyu Sect that I just had has been given away." Yue Qingyi stared at me intently, "Even if you wanted my life, you wouldn't need to lift a finger. Just wait less than a month; I'll die on my own."
I shook my head.
"You don't want to sleep with me, do you?" Yue Qingyi suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, "I advise you to give up on that thought. Your face looks too much like my late friend; I really can't bring myself to do it."
"What if it didn't look like her?" By some strange impulse, I asked this question.
Yue Qingyi stopped smiling and just looked at me.
I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze and awkwardly stepped back a bit, stammering, "It's getting late; let's... let's sleep."
After saying that, I got up and ran off to find a sheltered spot nearby to lie down.
After a long while without hearing any sound, I quietly opened my eyes again and saw that Yue Qingyi was still sitting quietly at the edge of the cliff, lost in thought.
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