My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 26

When Mu Xuewei saw Lin Yumo’s bandaged hand, her eyes instantly turned cold. She pulled Lin Yumo’s hand closer, pressing her thumb onto the gauze. “Senior Sister,”

Her pair of gray eyes looked at Lin Yumo, filled with doubt and worry. Even though she hadn’t asked the question out loud, one could sense what she wanted to ask.

Lin Yumo gently patted her hand away, effortlessly offering a lie, “It’s nothing, just an asthma attack. A bit of bloodletting therapy, that’s all.”

Mu Xuewei didn’t inquire further, but her expression was somewhat cold. She stared silently at Lin Yumo, allowing Lin Yumo to fuss over her and put her clothes on.

Stepping off the bed, Mu Xuewei walked ahead of Lin Yumo. Although her pace didn’t seem fast, it forced Lin Yumo to quickly follow behind her, dragging the heavy Kunwu Sword. “Mu Xuewei, slow down.”

Lin Yumo weaved through the crowd but felt like the figure was deliberately trying to shake her off. She could no longer see her in the crowd.

“Xuewei—!”

“Junior Sister!”

Lin Yumo called out. With her spiritual power blocked and the extremely heavy Kunwu Sword tied to her waist, and so many people around, she truly couldn’t catch up.

Why… why does it feel like she’s angry?

It wasn’t until the stairs that Mu Xuewei finally stopped and waited, her lips pursed, her expression complex. Her gray pupils looked back at Lin Yumo, and she softly called out: “Senior Sister.”

Lin Yumo stopped in front of her, feeling a little guilty about being called out, and awkwardly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Xuewei didn’t speak but scrutinized Lin Yumo from head to toe. She frowned, her brow conveying a hint of distance and sadness. “Senior Sister smells of white spirits.”

“Uh, uh…” Lin Yumo gripped the Kunwu Sword tightly and explained, “I… I drank a bit last night…”

“And the smell of blood,” Mu Xuewei interrupted her, stating it plainly, intentionally exposing her lie.

Lin Yumo raised her wrist, pretending to sniff her sleeve, “No, there isn’t.”

She clearly washed it clean, why was she still exposed?

Mu Xuewei reached out, wanting to touch Lin Yumo’s bandaged hand, but Lin Yumo preemptively moved it behind her back, preventing the touch.

The surrounding people walked past the stairs, their sounds fading into silence amidst their mutual stare, leaving only the sound of the wind.

The crowd flowed, shadows dappled, and the most ordinary corner of the stairs became a standoff between the two.

What was she hoping for? It’s already good enough to be by Senior Sister’s side. She has no right to question her, and even less right to sulk with Senior Sister like this. She shouldn’t even have the right to be angry.

Yet, she still yearns, yearns for Lin Yumo to trust her a little more.

Just a little.

After a long moment of staring, Mu Xuewei lowered her gaze, being the first to give in, her eyes slightly moist.

She didn’t look up or say anything more, but gently rested her hand on the hilt of the Yangshan Snow sword, stroking the patterns on it, then turned around and walked toward the crowd.

As soon as she lifted her skirt, a force pulled her back.

A bandaged hand slowly extended toward her. A butterfly knot was tied to the side of the hand.

“Actually, it’s nothing much, just a small injury.”

Lin Yumo said in a low voice, lowering her head.

Fine, she gives up.

In the low pressure just now, watching Mu Xuewei’s eyes, it seemed like disappointment towards her. It felt like it, and yet also not quite.

But she could feel that Mu Xuewei was definitely angry. Regardless of the reason, she couldn’t bear the look in Mu Xuewei’s eyes a second time. It was too painful.

“Does it hurt?” Mu Xuewei reached out and cradled her hand, her thumb rubbing against the gauze.

Lin Yumo smiled and quickly brushed it off, “What’s a small injury to hurt about? It’s no different from tripping and falling.”

Mu Xuewei lifted her silver eyelashes, looking at Lin Yumo with a hint of testing. Her thumb lay across Lin Yumo’s palm, and the thumb covering the gauze suddenly pressed down. The several wounds underneath the gauze felt the consecutive assault.

“Ah! Ow, ow, ow! Ow, ow, ow!” Lin Yumo wanted to pull her hand back but didn’t dare, and it hurt.

Mu Xuewei raised her fingertip, and bright red blood seeped out from under the white gauze. “Didn’t Senior Sister say it was a small injury that didn’t hurt?”

Even small injuries shouldn’t suffer like this. How hateful, Mu Xuewei.

Lin Yumo lowered her head, her hand still held out in front of Mu Xuewei. Even though Mu Xuewei had slightly relaxed her grip, she didn’t dare to lower her hand.

She looked pleadingly at the redness seeping into her palm, as if begging for mercy, saying, “Junior Sister, don’t push your luck—”

“Are you still hiding things from me, Senior Sister?”

“No more hiding.” Lin Yumo straightened her back, like a child punished to stand, leaning straight against the wall. She gave Mu Xuewei a firm look and repeated, “No more hiding.”

Mu Xuewei faintly curved the corner of her lips, pulled the Kunwu Sword from Lin Yumo’s waist, took it in her hand, and started walking down the stairs.

Lin Yumo was stunned for a moment, retracted her bandaged hand, closed her eyes, and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

…Mu Xuewei still figured it out.

On the staircase leading to the main hall, Lin Yumo’s hand was loosely wrapped around Mu Xuewei’s waist, not quite hugging, not quite embracing. She was just worried that Mu Xuewei might stumble, she certainly wasn’t trying to hug her.

Upon reaching the main hall, two familiar figures were already seated there.

Shen Zhuli beckoned, signaling Lin Yumo to come over.

She complained, “That crazy woman from the Demon Clan is truly vicious, almost drowned this girl!”

She said this while looking at Mu Xuewei.

That night, ever since she let Mu Xuewei out, the latter had run off somewhere unknown. She had no idea what happened.

Mu Xuewei merely raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The sleeve of her flowing Immortal-style dress slipped down her slender arm, revealing a bright red scar.

Lin Yumo sat down opposite her, positioned perfectly to see the wound clearly.

Shen Zhuli “tisked,” nearly spitting out a mouthful of wine. She was thoroughly impressed by Mu Xuewei’s move—this is too much…

She held the wine cup in front of her, closed her eyes, and took a sip, acting a bit like a refined scholar tasting tea. Then, she smiled at Mu Xuewei, “What fine tea~”

Mu Xuewei’s arm remained propped up, supporting her chin, as she countered, “Sister Shen, what you hold is clearly wine.”

Shen Zhuli took another sip, peered into the cup’s bottom, and feigned surprise, “Oh dear—why does this wine have a tea flavor?”

“My Master’s birthday is approaching, and I don’t know what she likes…” Mu Xuewei slightly tilted her head toward Shen Zhuli, speaking softly, her eyebrows carrying a hint of provocation.

Sure enough, the next moment, Shen Zhuli straightened up, composed herself, and moved closer to Mu Xuewei. She whispered, “Sister Xuewei~ What does our Master like?”

“It’s my Master, not our Master.”

Shen Zhuli reached into her waist pouch, pulled out a wine vessel from under the table, and slipped it into Mu Xuewei’s hand. She quietly said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “This wine vessel is made from the millennia-old glazed glass hidden in Baidi City. Senior Sister Lin will definitely like it…”

Mu Xuewei turned her wrist, put the wine vessel away, and whispered, “Master once accidentally obtained a sword manual named Eighteen Swords, but sadly, it only had the lower volume and couldn’t be cultivated.”

Shen Zhuli giggled, her hand fumbling in her pouch.

What a coincidence, she had obtained such a sword manual years ago—it was precisely the upper volume of Eighteen Swords.

She secretly took it out and examined it on her lap. Opening the first page of the manual, several large, dazzling characters were written: “No Love Is God”!

Shen Zhuli immediately slammed the manual shut with a “slap,” her shoulders momentarily stiffening.

Outrageous!

She slightly crumpled the pages, then, when no one was looking, secretly tore off the first page.

To ensure it wasn’t noticeable, she flipped through the crevices of the scroll to check for obvious tearing marks before putting it back into her pouch. She gently patted the pouch before finally feeling at ease.

Lin Yumo stared blankly at the blood seeping from her palm. The blood staining the white gauze made her recall the scene just now once more.

Mu Xuewei’s angry expression… was actually kind of cute.

In fact, it was better that she could be angry with her; at least it showed that the current Mu Xuewei had no malicious intentions and wasn’t hiding her emotions.

Being angry, was the temper Mu Xuewei should have at this age.

As she thought this, the image of Mu Xuewei’s slightly reddened lips and glistening eyes from last night also entered her mind.

Holy crap!

Lin Yumo quickly shook her head, thinking, This demon clan love poison is truly potent. Not only was it unbearable last night, but it also makes her frequently recall Mu Xuewei now.

Why would she think of her!

Thinking of killing her would be more appropriate.

Her hand subconsciously reached for the wine jar, wanting to quickly suppress this momentary palpitation, but it was pressed down by a slender, fair hand.

Mu Xuewei’s gray pupils looked at her indifferently, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Although not a word was spoken, Lin Yumo understood her meaning.

‘You are still injured, you cannot drink.’

Lin Yumo tilted her head. Her four fingers, resting on the rim of the wine jar, were hooked inside the inner wall of the jar. She felt a little uncomfortable; since when was it Mu Xuewei’s place to control her?

She scratched her nose with her finger, lowered her eyes, and obediently let go of the wine jar, withdrawing her hand.

How strange. Mu Xuewei controlling her, and she… she actually felt a little secretly pleased?

What a sin, what a sin.

A ethereal voice came from behind Lin Yumo, “Lord Commander of the Brocade Guards~”

The man, with a face full of stubble, walked up to Li Shuangxing, sat down very unceremoniously next to him, and whispered, “Lord~”

“Last night, the girls who went missing in the city have all returned, but…” He was carrying a basket of fruit and pushed it toward Li Shuangxing.

“Ah!” He slapped his thigh, his voice unconsciously rising a pitch, “It’s just that the magistrate’s office…”

Li Shuangxing quickly put his arm around the man’s neck and made a shushing gesture. “Shh, shh, shh. Brother, there are many eyes and ears, let’s go upstairs—”

With that, he stood up and led the man upstairs. Thus, Li Shuangxing and the man sat at a round table, while Shen Zhuli, Lin Yumo, Mu Xuewei, and others stood behind Li Shuangxing, staring intently at him.

He looked around, swallowed drily, leaned in, and said, “It’s just… Qingzhou has been suffering from drought this year, and the magistrate’s office is taking advantage of their power to levy heavy taxes.”

He suddenly knelt at Li Shuangxing’s feet. “We beg you, Lord, to give us justice—”

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