Chapter 4: Remarriage (Four)

What is happening? She is actually crying uncontrollably

Alright. Mu Yao rubbed her temples and patiently said: "I was the one who sent Fu Yi. I have nothing much to do, and I am not a child who needs supervision. Fu Yi is eager to capture the great demon as soon as possible"

I merely went out to fetch some medicine, and something could happen to her. What kind of person do you think you are? I have repeatedly urged you to accompany her, to not leave her alone, and yet you...

Mu Yao coughed twice, ignoring the sulking figure before her, and coldly withdrew her hand: "If it hurts, go back and apply some medicine. Do you still have the energy to shout and make a fuss here?"

Casually, with a smile that was neither fully a smile, she raised her eyes and said: "Miss Ling, having escaped from the jaws of the tiger so fortunately, what is it that you are crying about?"

"Is capturing the monster more important than your sister's life?" Mu Sheng, infuriated, suddenly raised her voice, "He left you alone in the room, don't you blame him at all, sister?"

That is to say

Ling Miaomiao stole a glance at Mu Sheng, who was standing stiffly to the side with his fists clenched, feeling a sense of schadenfreude: if anger could turn into fire, Mu Sheng would definitely be able to burn the entire room down at this moment

Liu Fuyi could not help but rush to the bedside, embracing Mu Yao in her arms, closing her eyes: "Yao'er, it is my fault, it is my fault..."

Miao Miao desperately recalled the original plot: Ling Yu, who chased after Fu Yi to the western chamber, saw the protagonists, the mandarin ducks, expressing their love. Realizing that her dream of marrying the one she loved was shattered, she immediately lost her footing, leaned against the wall, sat down, and quietly wept in the corner

His hair is jet black, with slightly curled strands at the forehead naturally parted to the sides, revealing a beautiful and soft widow's peak. His forehead is fair, and when he looks up, his dark eyes shine brightly, as if two full moons are perfectly reflected in the lake.

She believed that, as a qualified black lotus, she would possess a temperament that is unassuming and subdued, without revealing her true nature.

In the next moment, she could no longer smile, as a salty and bitter liquid flowed into her mouth. When she wiped her face, she was surprised to find her hand covered in tears

He glanced at the wedding attire that Liu Fuyi had not yet had the chance to remove and said resentfully, "He ran off to marry another woman!"

Once again, she sighed inwardly; Mu Sheng was completely different from what she had imagined.

Mu Sheng and Liu Fu Yi have already started to argue

Such a person is actually a sickly, split personality, psychologically twisted individual, resembling a flower that has long since decayed within. How can this not lead one to despair

The youth in a pale yellow garment turned around and walked step by step towards her in the corner. His eyes were jet black and glistening, resembling a tranquil lake.

In the midst of the clouds, Mu Sheng moved too quickly, so that the onlookers could only see a flash of pale yellow swaying back and forth. He used the sparks from the explosion to carve a path, getting closer to Mu Yao, and removed a steel ring from his right wrist, smashing it towards the water mirror.

Mu Sheng has a delicate face

The previously fierce expression on Mu Sheng's face instantly changed as he gently looked at Mu Yao and asked, "Sister, does it hurt?"

Mu Sheng was momentarily taken aback, casting a light glance at Liu Fuyi. A fleeting hint of threat flashed in her eyes, only to be quickly replaced by a look of grievance. Her long eyelashes drooped down like a fan that lacked the energy to open.

"But it hurts..." Mu Sheng held her hand tightly, pressing it against his face, and unexpectedly began to act spoiled.

The kind and pure Mu Yao believed that her usually well-behaved younger brother had momentarily lost his temper, which led him to be aggressive towards Liu Fuyi, and she thought he was being impolite

If it were not for the Black Lotus using her unique skill, the Fireworks, which revealed her identity, she would never have believed that the young man before her was Mu Sheng

He widened his eyes, with long eyelashes clearly defined, forming a resilient arc. The dark pupils reflected Mu Yao's face, displaying such an innocent expression, as if it were he who was hurt, not Mu Yao

The Demon Suppression Tower completed its task, turned around in place, extinguished the lights, swayed as it shrank in size, and transformed back into a delicate and petite form, swiftly floating to Liu Fuyi's side, resembling a pet dog seeking affection

At this moment, Liu Fuyi could not afford to praise it; his face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Yao in Mu Sheng's arms without a moment's distraction

Sister, I did not mean to lose my temper... If I hadn't rushed back today, you would have been in serious trouble! I have already told him not to leave you alone; can't he wait just a moment?

Mu Yao's anger instantly transformed into gentle affection, as she cupped Fu Yi's face and said, "Do not blame yourself, Fu Yi. Considering the overall situation is the right thing to do. A Sheng was also just frustrated..."

A voice, weak and frail, called out to Mu Yao as she lay on the bed in the west chamber. She extended her slender arm and grasped Mu Sheng's sleeve.

The steel ring resembled Nezha's Universe Ring, instantly scattering the water mirror, and then transforming into the size of a hula hoop, lunging forward to ensnare the water mirror.

Mu Yao looked at her brother's face, and even she, who was usually indifferent, was forced to show a hint of a smile: "I am fine"

Liu Fuyi, with a serious expression, was controlling the Nine Xuan Demon-Collecting Tower in the air, unaware of the sweat dripping down her neck.

Miao Miao perked up, carefully examining Mu Sheng in the warm yellow glow emitted by the lantern.

Mu Sheng is a refreshing character among the male protagonists created by Fu Zhou. He does not wear white robes nor blue garments; instead, when he makes his heroic entrance to save the damsel in distress, he is dressed in a bright and soft canary yellow, which is typically worn by young girls

The young boy approaching from a distance has tips of his hair that taper to a point, swaying up and down, evoking images of the first pale yellow forsythia flower of early spring, or the tender buds just emerging on willow branches, or the burst of juice that splashes when biting into a ripe orange

His gaze fell upon Miaomiao's tear-streaked face, assessing it lightly. With a slight furrow of his brow, a fleeting cold glimmer of murderous intent flashed by.

Mu Sheng, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. He is a poisonous flower, with affectionate eyes, embodying a beauty that is both youthful and decadent, straddling the line between boyhood and girlhood, capable of luring one into a state of indulgence

Liu Fuyi stood to the side, watching Mu Yao with heartache, her eyes filled with suppressed self-blame

Ling Yu's expression of disappointment was captured in Mu Sheng's eyes as he stood by her side

The water mirror is trapped within a circle, struggling in vain, twisting left and right, attempting to expand and break free from this inconspicuous little ring, yet it is as if a balloon being choked at the neck, firmly ensnared and unable to escape

The light of the Demon Suppression Tower grew increasingly scorching, and the water mirror, stubbornly resisting, appeared as pitiful as a mud loach before the towering structure, desperately thrashing its tail yet unable to escape the fate of being drawn into the tower.

In contrast, the unfortunate second male lead, Mu Sheng, has hardly any description of his appearance.

Mu Sheng, filled with anger, gritted his teeth and took two steps back

The black lotus is so perceptive of human emotions and worldly affairs that it immediately discerned the young girl's budding feelings, instantly arousing suspicion towards her

The two individuals pressed their foreheads together, beginning to express their deep feelings in a tender and lingering manner, their voices gradually becoming softer until they transformed into whispers

From a distance, it appeared to be a fierce little whirlwind, but upon closer inspection, one could see how disheveled it was: the clothes were torn in several places, and the face bore bruises.

Ling Miaomiao felt a shiver run down her spine from this transformation

Mu Sheng embraced Mu Yao around the waist, slowly descending from the sky

The majority of the author's focus is on Liu Fuyi, portraying him as gentle yet lonely, aloof yet passionate. The narrative strives to highlight the male protagonist's multifaceted and peculiar charm through extensive physical descriptions, to the extent that Miaomiao can immediately identify with Liu Fuyi upon seeing him

Mu Yao was finally angry, "I have already said that Fu Yi has informed me, and the marriage is merely a pretense. Why do you keep insisting?" She took a deep breath, "What have your parents taught you? In a family dedicated to eliminating evil and upholding justice, how can there be those who are greedy for life and afraid of death?"

This pale yellow is subtle, eye-catching yet not overwhelming. A black trim has been pinched along the edge of the collar, firm and assertive. This garment, worn by him, surprisingly does not appear soft, but rather stylish.

Despite having no blood relation, the two siblings, although both strikingly beautiful, possess different kinds of beauty. Mu Yao's beauty evokes the image of pure white snow atop a mountain peak, cold and distant, proud and noble

Miao Miao sighed once, stating that a middle part and a widow's peak are truly a perfect match

Her skin was white, resembling translucent white jade, and the blood vessels on her face appeared particularly conspicuous, striking to the eye

Moreover, he tied his hair into a high ponytail, and from the front, one could see the white hairband at the end perfectly accentuating the strands of hair, exuding a youthful energy from within, reminiscent of the scent of lemon in a glass bowl