The previous few times Ling Luo teased him, she acted as if nothing had happened. Though many actions warranted a serious discussion about what was going on, one person indulged while the other remained mischievous and ignorant, with neither ever speaking plainly.

Today, Yue Liangze decided not to continue indulging Ling Luo anymore.

What if his constant indulgence made her think nothing of it, leading her to do the same things with others?

He wanted Ling Luo to speak clearly.

He wanted Ling Luo to recognize what feelings her actions expressed.

In his previous life, if Ling Luo heard these words, she would have certainly asked with a contemptuous look: “You are a cultivator of the immortal sect, and I am the Twenty-Sixth Demon. What relationship could exist between us?”

But now she had grown somewhat, and somewhat understood why she couldn’t bring herself to kill Yue Liangze back then.

If many people had been kind to her before she became a demon, after becoming one, only Yue Liangze remained kind to her.

Yue Liangze, who would guard Ling Luo even unto death, needed nothing less than for Ling Luo to tell him to leave.

No matter how coldly Ling Luo mocked him, Yue Liangze didn’t mind.

Besides, Ling Luo always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Occasionally, when Yue Liangze cunningly displayed a dejected appearance, the formerly imperious Twenty-Sixth Demon would begin stammering, embarrassed and angry, shouting that she would kill all those worthless people who spread rumors about him and damaged his reputation.

Thinking back now, she had indeed said many words mocking Yue Liangze.

Especially when her demonic nature was unstable and she frequently lost control.

Remembering Yue Liangze’s awkward appearance when he turned his back to her after she forced him to eat steamed buns, and how he later quietly embraced her, softly saying he didn’t want to ever see her again, Ling Luo suddenly felt a tightness in her nose.

“What kind of relationship do you want?” Ling Luo asked Yue Liangze.

This counter-question made Yue Liangze’s heart sink.

He stared intently at Ling Luo and answered softly: “Would you give me what I want?”

Ling Luo: “Tell me and let me hear.”

What she wanted was for Yue Liangze to speak the words himself, to give her clear information that she could strive for and provide.

“I want you,” Yue Liangze said in a deep, emotional tone, his hand gently caressing her cheek before falling to her chest, pointing at the position of her heart. “I want only me to exist here.”

Ling Luo smiled brightly as she looked at him.

“Don’t smile,” Yue Liangze said in a muffled voice. “I’m not joking with you.”

“You want quite a lot, your appetite is truly big.” Ling Luo stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “This time, I initiated it.”

When she tried to step back, Yue Liangze trapped her between himself and the pavilion pillar with his long arms and legs, restraining her so she couldn’t distance herself from him.

Transparent gauze curtains hung around the pavilion. From the outside, the people inside appeared to be in quite an intimate posture.

The night was bright with moonlight, yet Yue Liangze, in the shadows, looked down at her: “You can’t always be like this, actively teasing and provoking me, then abandoning me as if nothing happened.”

Ling Luo blinked, her expression proud: “I allow you to like me, and I’m trying to learn to like you too. How is that treating it like nothing happened?”

Yue Liangze fell silent at her words.

Their gazes met, and seeing the brightness in Ling Luo’s eyes, he suddenly embraced her forcefully with both arms, his nose filled with her scent.

The sword spirits of both were quite agitated at this moment.

Wu Sheng kept questioning: What does this mean? What does this mean? What does this mean?!

Sui Wu was also questioning: Who likes whom? Who likes whom? Who?!

Wu Sheng wailed: Isn’t it dangerous for my master to fancy this woman?

Sui Wu: Why is Danshui True Lord dangerous?

Wu Sheng: Me! It’s me! I’m dangerous! She’s been constantly tempting my master to change swords!

Sui Wu consoled: It’s alright, even if Danshui True Lord later really changes swords, he still likes you the most.

Wu Sheng heard an earth-shattering secret: Say that again! Who changed swords?!

Sui Wu: ……

It muted itself.

Yue Liangze’s embrace lasted quite a long.

Ling Luo mocked him: “Who was it that just told me he wouldn’t act improperly in public? Let me go. What if someone passes by and sees—”

“You’re right this time too,” Yue Liangze interrupted her, his voice hoarse and somewhat suppressed. “I do indeed like you, I like you no matter what. I want to restrain myself somewhat, but I can’t, because I like you too much.”

Ling Luo was momentarily stunned by his words.

Her heart was inexplicably filled with something, soft and melting, even the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tinged with deadly tenderness.

The words Yue Liangze never spoke until his death in his previous life were finally spoken at the right moment.

Back then, Ling Luo’s mindset and circumstances had made his affection worthless and useless.

Now everything was just right.

At least the time they spent together could be much longer than before.

Ling Luo came to know this sentiment too late, leaving Yue Liangze to endure a long time alone. Now, Ling Luo was finally willing to turn back and look at him, to wait for him a little longer.

Even if this lifetime still ended with the same outcome, Ling Luo was willing to give him more time.

“Forget it, if you want to act improperly, then do so.” Ling Luo wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest and humming, “If someone sees, I’ll just say you made the first move.”

Yue Liangze chuckled at her words. Ling Luo heard the light trembling in his chest and looked up: “Laughing?”

She pushed him away, but couldn’t move him.

As the two were playfully pushing and grabbing, they unexpectedly heard voices talking nearby. Ling Luo directly pushed Yue Liangze away.

Yue Liangze, who has genuinely pushed away this time: “……”

Ling Luo winked at him, then pointed outside the curtain.

Yue Liangze discreetly looked outside.

During the banquet, Mu Xujing had been called to join, but he was injured, having been punished in the Red Snow Gate for several days, which had drained him considerably. Jiang Miao had told him to return first to rest, but unfortunately, he ran into Wu Xu, who was returning to the banquet.

Wu Xu mockingly smiled without mirth: “You’re quite capable, avoiding San Jian’s questioning in front of so many people. I didn’t realize you had such an unknown backer.”

Mu Xujing was unmoved by his mockery and stepped aside to leave, but Wu Xu extended his hand to block him.

“Where are you going?” Wu Xu’s face instantly darkened as he asked, “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

Mu Xujing slightly lowered his head, his expression gloomy, answering with distaste: “I don’t know.”

“You avoided San Jian, yet you say you don’t know?” Wu Xu laughed coldly, “Others might believe that, but Mu Xujing, why are you still pretending between us? Was it you who killed Cui Shou? You know it in your heart.”

Mu Xujing lifted his eyelids slightly: “So what if it was?”

Wu Xu said with a dark expression: “I’m just warning you, Elder Mu will find you afterward to clarify. If you answer that you don’t know then, I think you want to stay in the Red Snow Gate forever without coming out.”

Mu Xujing, appearing lifeless, ignored him.

Seeing him about to leave, Wu Xu added: “You don’t need to keep an eye on Jiang Miao anymore.”

Mu Xujing stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.

Wu Xu raised an eyebrow: “What’s the matter? Interfering with your mother-son relationship?”

Mu Xujing walked away again, his expression indifferent.

Wu Xu couldn’t stand his attitude and reached back to grab him. Mu Xujing dodged, but seeing ritual incantations shoot from the other’s fingertips, he had no choice but to draw his sword to block.

“Drawing your sword against me?” Wu Xu raised his head, his expression arrogant. “Fine, I’ll indulge you in a fight.”

He had just placed his hand on the sword hilt when he heard a crisp female voice: “You draw your sword against someone who’s just been tortured by blood curses for days? Have you no shame?”

Wu Xu’s expression changed several times upon hearing this voice, becoming quite ugly.

This voice was identical to that fox’s!

He couldn’t be mistaken.

Another Painted Skin Spirit?!

But this time, what Wu Xu saw was a young woman in a scarlet dress. As she approached, her long sword materialized, her expression haughty: “What’s the point of drawing your sword against a waste who doesn’t even know ritual incantations? Why not draw your sword and fight with me instead? If you win, I’ll forget who was trapped in the Thousand Silk Path for nearly an hour and couldn’t get out.”

Wu Xu: “……”

His temple twitched violently, his gaze moving back and forth between Ling Luo and Mu Xujing. Finally, he pushed the half-drawn sword back into its sheath and snorted heavily, threatening: “You’d better forget it now.”

Ling Luo: “You haven’t won yet.”

Hearing this, Wu Xu was about to draw his sword again, but was stopped by Jiang Jun, who came looking for him: “Wu Xu! Elder Mu is looking for you!”

Jiang Jun looked over at Ling Luo, somewhat surprised: “Why are you here too? Sanxi True Lord is also looking for you.”

Ling Luo: “……”

She said with an unchanged expression: “I’ll go over in a moment, you don’t need to tell him.”

Jiang Jun didn’t ask further and led away the displeased Wu Xu.

Ling Luo sheathed her sword, glancing at Mu Xujing who stood obediently beside her.

After everyone had left, Yue Liangze strolled out.

Mu Xujing looked at the two of them, wracking his brain before asking: “You didn’t attend the banquet?”

Ling Luo: “Isn’t that obvious? Why do you even ask?”

Mu Xujing withdrew into himself.

Yue Liangze came over and asked him: “Can your body still hold up?”

Hearing this, Mu Xujing felt somewhat touched. Indeed, without comparison, there is no sense of harm.

He lowered his eyes, not daring to let the two see the wavering in his eyes, only answering softly: “It can hold up.”

Ling Luo asked him: “What did the young master of Nanshan Snow River come to the Moon Palace to discuss?”

Mu Xujing said: “The Zhao family in Shunyi Town has the Moon Palace’s moon curse. Nanshan Snow River discovered this and came to inquire.”

Ling Luo snorted: “That attitude was completely like coming to demand an explanation.”

The moon curse was unique to the Moon Palace, and it had been used on living people entering the Zhao family, clearly left by the white bone demon from before. But why the white bone demon would have the moon curse was quite intriguing.

Mu Xujing added: “Feng Tianyao will stay at the Moon Palace for a few days. Tomorrow, the entire Moon Palace will cooperate with them for a thorough investigation.”

After hearing this, Ling Luo narrowed her eyes slightly.

This was indeed the same as before, but it was during these few days that Chu Yi went to Qishan to steal the secret treasure, the Flying Thunder Pearl.

Thinking of Chu Yi, Ling Luo’s brow twitched. She wanted to go to the banquet to look, but seeing Yue Liangze beside her, she truly didn’t want to leave. So she took out her jade communicator to send a message to Song Yuanyuan.

Yue Liangze saw her take out the jade communicator and asked: “Who are you looking for?”

Ling Luo answered casually: “Your adopted son.”

She and Song Yuanyuan and others had become accustomed to making such jokes.

Yue Liangze: “……”

Mu Xujing suddenly raised his head to look at Yue Liangze, his gaze strange.

Yue Liangze said with an unchanged expression: “It’s not what you think.”

Ling Luo, stirring up trouble and not afraid of causing more, leisurely said: “No wonder you always help him, it turns out it’s because of this adopted son, so you understand his situation.”

Mu Xujing wanted to speak but held back.

Yue Liangze said calmly: “Don’t listen to her.”

Ling Luo showed Mu Xujing Song Yuanyuan’s address to Yue Liangze on the jade communicator: “Little Godfather, right?”

After looking, Mu Xujing was silent for a moment, then turned to Yue Liangze and asked: “How old is your son?”

Yue Liangze: “……”

“A few years older than you,” Ling Luo asked Song Yuanyuan to help her keep an eye on Chu Yi, while casually saying, “About the same as him—”

“Mmm?”

Yue Liangze covered her mouth and held her in his arms, saying to Mu Xujing: “You should go back early to recover.”

Mu Xujing left with complex feelings.

Yue Liangze had a son.

He felt that this was more shocking than all his experiences today.

Seeing that Mu Xujing had walked far away, Yue Liangze reluctantly released Ling Luo, allowing her to bury her face in his chest, laughing until her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.