Chapter 327: 327: Got tricked?
Mu Bai’s pupils dilated instantly: "But, the person who plotted against me before wasn’t a cultivator?"
If it was cousin Mu Qing’s ghost girlfriend, she might believe it, but she’s different. The one who plotted against her before, Zhao Minmin, was clearly an ordinary person.
"Exactly because the ordinary person who plotted against us before failed, they sent someone else."
Mu Bai suddenly thought of something, nervously grabbing Mu Cheng’s clothes: "Then, big cousin, was your last mission also a setup by someone else? Was it also not a human?"
Mu Cheng nodded.
"What should we do? Wait, big cousin, did you know about this a long time ago?" Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that Murong and Zhan Jingshu would appear beside her at this time?
"Otherwise, why do you think grand-aunt sent A-Rong and Jingshu to you?"
"Then why didn’t you just tell me?" Mu Bai felt somewhat uncomfortable. Everyone else knew, but she was the only one kept in the dark. What did they mean by that?
She was also slow to react; Murong had told her that Qiao Zhichuan was a cultivator, and she still didn’t realize.
Mu Cheng patted her head.
"Can you stop patting my head? It feels a bit like you’re patting a pet."
Mu Cheng slightly curled his lips, softening his stiff face slightly: "It’s not that we didn’t want to tell you, but we also didn’t know whether this cultivator was a coincidence or if they were coming for you specifically."
"So, only when I almost got into trouble did everyone find out?" Mu Bai felt a bit disheartened.
Mu Cheng couldn’t help but pat her head again.
Mu Bai glared directly: "Didn’t I tell you not to pat it?"
"Alright, don’t sigh. No one blames you for this." After patting her head, Mu Cheng acted as if he hadn’t heard and said.
"But I blame myself." Unable to see through such a simple plot.
Especially knowing that Qiao Zhichuan seemed a bit strange that day, but he said he would treat her to a meal and even emphasized it would be just the two of them, and she still nodded.
The usually smiling Qiao Zhichuan had become less cheerful, and every time he looked at her, he seemed deeply resentful, as if saying: How could you abandon me?
At that time, she truly felt very guilty. She also felt Qiao Zhichuan was quite good. Besides being a cultivator, he was almost perfect, like a second Jiang Nuo!
And now, hasn’t Jiang Nuo started cultivating too?
But unfortunately, she wasn’t the lucky grand-aunt; she couldn’t cultivate.
"Xiao Qiao, I’m sorry!" Sitting down, Mu Bai said to Qiao Zhichuan.
"Why are you apologizing? Didn’t we agree to start as friends?" Qiao Zhichuan stared intently at her, his face expressionless.
Mu Bai vaguely felt that there was something off about Qiao Zhichuan in this state, but she thought that if he truly loved her, he wouldn’t harm her. She continued, "Yes, aren’t we friends now?"
"No, you said to give up; no matter what I do, you won’t be with me in the future."
"Friends don’t need to always be together. Xiao Qiao, don’t you think being friends is nice?"
"Do you think men and women can have purely platonic friendships?" Qiao Zhichuan mocked, curling his lips.
Mu Bai felt a sting on her face: "Why not? Aren’t we now?"
"No. I want to be friends with you because I like you, I’m pursuing you, and I want to get close to you through this method until you accept me!" At the end, he added a few lines, "Just like Jiang Nuo pursuing Mu Qiuniang. Didn’t you say you envied your grand-aunt and grand-uncle’s love? Why not accept me?"
"But it’s different!"
"How is it different? Is it that you can’t accept me, or do you think I don’t love you enough?"
"Neither, it’s just that we are destined not to be together."
"Destined?" Qiao Zhichuan sneered, "Is it your destiny, your parents’, or the heavens’?"
Mu Bai said without hesitation: "The heavens’!"
Of course, she was destined not to cultivate, wasn’t that fate?
"Heavens’? If you’re looking for an excuse, at least make it a good one." Qiao Zhichuan suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her in front of him, commanding, "Look into my eyes."
Mu Bai was stunned, not even having time to scream before seeing his pupils suddenly turn blue, forming a giant blue vortex, swirling, making it impossible for her to look away.
Outside the room.
Murong was anxious; his sister had been inside for ages without a sound?
"Hey, I told you to hurry, yet you wouldn’t, now look, we don’t even know how my sister is doing inside."
"Hey, I’m talking to you, can you stop messing with that crappy computer? What if something happened to my sister inside?"
"Zhan Jingshu, you..."
"Alright!" Zhan Jingshu pressed the Enter key on the keyboard, and the computer screen, filled with letters and symbols, suddenly lit up, showing an image. Mu Bai was held by Qiao Zhichuan by the shoulders, looking dazed.
Murong was shocked: "What is he doing to my sister?!"
"Should be some kind of illusion technique!" Zhan Jingshu frowned, "Alright, I’ve set it to automatic capture, let’s go in!"
"Were you messing around for so long just for this? Why take this?" Murong was a bit frustrated. That’s his sister; could he be more concerned?!
"Evidence." Zhan Jingshu couldn’t be bothered to explain, stepping forward to knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang—"
Qiao Zhichuan paused in his actions, but to maintain the effect of his spell, he could only bite his own finger, forcing a drop of blood, and dotting it on Mu Bai’s forehead, who was almost startled awake.
"Open the door! Open it now, don’t think we don’t know what you’re doing to my sister, I’m telling you, if you dare to harm her, I’ll never let you off!"
With a wave, countless colorful butterflies flew from Qiao Zhichuan’s left palm, endlessly, filling the whole room, forming a giant butterfly net.
Especially at the door, the butterflies were especially thick, layered on top of one another, the colorful powder from their wings falling, nearly covering the floor like a carpet.
Murong and Zhan Jingshu tried to break the door open but failed.
Zhan Jingshu said, "Use the Immortal Landmine!"
"What is the Immortal Landmine?" Murong asked.
Zhan Jingshu directly pulled out a small, marble-sized ball from the space ring, grayish and somewhat resembling a stone, seemingly inconspicuous. He chanted a mantra, threw it fiercely toward the door.
"Boom—"
A puff of white smoke passed, and the door seemed to melt away in the white smoke, forming a hole.
Murong’s eyes widened: "How do you have something like this? Why don’t I have it? Master is too biased."
Zhan Jingshu ignored him, stepping through the door.
Inside, Qiao Zhichuan’s "illusion technique" was at a critical stage; how could it be interrupted by them? With a wave of his hand, countless butterflies flapped their wings, colorful powder falling, choking the two in one go.