Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 771 - 441: Twin Snakes Travel Together
The jaw dropped to the ground.
Eyes were wide open; the topic change was so rapid it was frightening. Even Cen Yueyue was momentarily stunned, dumbfounded for a few seconds before opening her mouth to scold.
"You enchantress, what nonsense are you spouting! You, you..."
The mouth trembled a few times. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Crimson climbed uncontrollably from her neck to her cheeks, retreating a step, even her voice trembled. It's hard to imagine such words would come from a noble lady's mouth, but Xiao Yu seemed unfazed.
Because Miss Cen rather enjoyed teasing people; when out and about, she was quite restrained. If alone in the boudoir, the scale of her conversations could be much broader; anyway, she's used to it.
Red pupils slightly closed, those snake eyes slowly returned to normal pupil shapes. The dark-red eyes matched her emerald-green attire, which suited her racial traits. Spiritual Snakes surged, surprisingly taking solid form from her hands.
Five colorful pythons landed, with all five Spiritual Snakes burrowing into the mouth, nostrils, and ears. This scene made people's scalp tingle, but everyone's attention wasn't on Guang Daoyuan, nor did they notice the snakes' eyes were identical to Qingluan's.
Qingluan, Spiritual Snake.
These should be completely incompatible—a bird of the sky and a slithering creature among trees, supposed to be natural enemies—but Qingluan's name was interesting, showing her mother had quite a grudge against the She family back then.
"Why so tense? Earlier, Qingluan was just joking; surely there's no one who remains a virgin after marriage, if so, Qingluan should feel sorry for Young Master Jiang."
"You! I, I..."
A sly, playful smile.
As a brothel woman, Qingluan loved teasing proper wives or naive young men. Despite maintaining the facade of a perfect fairy in the city for her family's image, she wasn't much older than Jiang Feng.
Barely counted as peers, she hadn't even turned thirty.
"That said, the two of you truly make a handsome pair. The Young Master hails from Purple Cloud Palace—valiant and distinguished; the lady from Nanjiang Village—clever and sharp. I never thought you two would come together from opposite ends of the earth. It's a rare fate to meet across a thousand miles."
Originally flushed with embarrassment, Miss Cen's face slowly regained color, teetering on the edge of anger and joy. She nodded in agreement, showing Qingluan's skill at understanding people's minds.
"Oh, this girl."
Shook her head.
Honestly, if nobody accompanied her, Cen Yueyue would suffer quite a bit training alone.
Compared to Qingluan's eloquence, Miss Cen was much simpler. Though she acted fiery with Jiang Feng, she was cold and unapproachable as the Southern Border Saintess, but this wasn't truly the case.
It's because she understood nothing, fearing deceit and hurt, that she maintained a distance from others. Cen Yueyue was only twenty-one; she hadn't graduated from university, hadn't entered society—a university student.
She hadn't realized Qingluan could so easily reveal her identity.
"…Wait, how do you know I'm a Southern Border disciple?"
"This girl."
Patted her forehead.
Not in reproach but helplessness, since even facing Qingluan left him somewhat overwhelmed, he had no choice but to speak up.
"Miss Qingluan truly is sharp."
Frankly admitted.
She seemed to know she'd been tricked again, so Yue Yue immediately shut her mouth, looking dissatisfied at Qingluan, but the mood shifted when Jiang Feng spoke.
"I didn't expect Miss Qingluan to take such an interest in our matters. Jiang is flattered. If there are concerns, please speak openly—whatever we know, we'll answer truthfully."
"However, we're newcomers unfamiliar with your land. If there's anything unclear, please enlighten us."
"How does that sound?"
Directly laid cards on the table.
The approach was simple, straightforward. He recognized Qingluan's words as an attempt to probe their true identities and relationships, which he understood—he could see her interest in them both.
But!
Hoping to get information without reciprocation, lifting secrets from him? Sorry, he wouldn't fall for that; exchange information, ideally resulting in mutual understanding and agreements.
The worst outcome is leaving if words fail to connect.
"The Young Master is indeed clever."
"Rest assured, Qingluan harbors no ill intentions; she merely wishes to know the relationship between you immortal friends."
"If I recall correctly, the relationship between Purple Cloud Palace and the Southern Border Witch Clan isn't great nor poor, with no precedent of direct disciples marrying. This genuinely piqued Qingluan's curiosity. And which family disciple is this lady?"
Courteous smile.
Spoken tactfully. What she really asked was whether Jiang Feng and Cen Yueyue were genuinely husband and wife—not about their emotional ties or cohabitation—the true question was:
How did a self-proclaimed righteous disciple from the Central Plains end up mingling with people from the Southern Border?
