My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 4

Wei Qingyi was thinking that Mu Xuewei had just joined the sect and hadn’t established a solid foundation yet. Even if the Butterfly Demon’s magical power wasn’t high, there would still be some danger.

Lin Yumo, however, was thinking that Mu Xuewei had the demonic meridian after all, and it was better for her to have less contact with the demon race.

Mu Xuewei lowered her head and murmured, “Master… Xuewei also wants to go down the mountain…”

She turned slightly, looking down at Lin Yumo, “Senior Sister…”

The sunlight shone directly on her face, making her grey eyes appear somewhat translucent.

Her gaze shifted, making her eyes even more shimmering.

Lin Yumo, however, read another meaning in those eyes—a hint of a threat.

It seemed to be saying that if you don’t take me, I’ll tell Master about you sneaking down the mountain.

Indeed, if that was truly what she meant, then Lin Yumo would certainly fall for it.

The fact that she could reach this level in cultivating the Emotionless Dao was partly due to talent, and partly due to punishment.

If she were caught sneaking down the mountain, she would be punished by Master to practice her sword techniques, and she wouldn’t be allowed to eat until she mastered them.

Thinking this, she took a step forward, “Master, why don’t we take Junior Sister along?”

She felt that perhaps taking Mu Xuewei along wasn’t a bad idea. If this trouble-maker was left on Mount Xuanling, who knows what she might cause.

If she kept her close, she would only need to keep a close eye on this great demon. If she stayed on Mount Xuanling, she might become a hidden danger.

Wei Qingyi looked up, chuckled lightly, and said helplessly, “Fine, take good care of your Junior Sister.”

“Guaranteed!”

Guaranteed not to feed her to the demons.

Wei Qingyi looked at the pale blue sky outside, where white clouds drifted. She finished the half-cup of tea left from earlier.

The tea was already somewhat cold.

The demon race… has it made a comeback…?

…

The green mountains stretched long, and white clouds rushed by.

Li Shuangxing was driving the carriage outside, while Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei sat inside.

In truth, the carriage was optional, but having one made them look more impressive and gave them prestige.

Mu Xuewei sat by one window, and Lin Yumo sat by the other, with a considerable distance between them—enough space for another person to sit comfortably.

Mu Xuewei wore new clothes, sitting obediently with her hands folded in her lap. Her black hair cascaded down, momentarily fluttering with the wind.

Lin Yumo leaned against the window, observing the scene, and couldn’t help but admire it: The Demon Lord looks just like a fairy.

She snapped back to attention, narrowing her eyes, and couldn’t resist the urge to tease Mu Xuewei.

“Legend has it that demons eat people… one bite at a time, but in my opinion, that’s not quite right.”

Mu Xuewei turned her head to look at Lin Yumo, a hint of confusion in her grey eyes. She didn’t know what Lin Yumo was trying to say.

Lin Yumo glanced sideways at her, mischief brewing in her heart, “Demons specifically target young girls like you, who are half-cooked, eating them half a bite at a time, tearing them apart from the middle. It’s so bloody and cruel—”

The next moment, a tear dropped from Mu Xuewei’s face without warning.

Lin Yumo was momentarily stunned, immediately stopping her words. She… she just wanted to scare her, why did she cry?

Nobody told her that this great demon was a crybaby…

Lin Yumo was at a loss for what to do. She merely shifted closer to Mu Xuewei, bringing them a little closer. She raised her hand, somewhat awkwardly helping her wipe away the tears, “I… I was just teasing you… I, I didn’t mean it…”

She pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom. Lacking experience in wiping tears for other women, she gently dabbed the handkerchief on Mu Xuewei’s face, afraid to move haphazardly.

“Don’t cry… please don’t cry… I was wrong… I truly didn’t mean it…”

Her handkerchief lightly touched Mu Xuewei’s face, wiping away one tear after another.

Why did it feel like the more she wiped, the more tears Mu Xuewei shed?

It seemed… it seemed she couldn’t be appeased…

She suddenly pinched Mu Xuewei’s chin, fiercely ordering, “Stop crying!”

Mu Xuewei froze, and indeed stopped shedding tears.

But her eyes were still tearful, and she couldn’t help but sob twice.

Lin Yumo lifted the handkerchief and slowly withdrew her hand, “Don’t worry, um… if the Butterfly Demon comes, Senior Sister will protect you.”

Surely that should be enough.

Mu Xuewei sniffled, her pale eyelashes fluttered, and she leaned her face closer, “Is that true?”

“True.”

“Then Senior Sister, you must protect me well—” Mu Xuewei’s voice was very soft, with a slightly prolonged final syllable.

Lin Yumo wasn’t stupid. She could hear the emphasis Mu Xuewei put on the word “protect.” Did Mu Xuewei realize she intended to feed her to the demons?

That shouldn’t be the case. She had only thought about it for a moment and didn’t actually intend to do it.

She leaned back, tilting her head and closing her eyes. She couldn’t look at Mu Xuewei anymore; every time she looked at that demon, she felt an irresistible urge to tease her.

The carriage fell into an awkward silence for a while, with both of them quiet.

The sun gradually set, and the red glow of the afterglow slowly receded, leaving only a faint layer meeting the ground.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of an inn. The awkward atmosphere inside the carriage finally eased a little, and the two of them stepped out.

Lin Yumo and Li Shuangxing walked side-by-side in front, discussing ways to deal with the Butterfly Demon, while Mu Xuewei followed behind.

Mu Xuewei watched the distance between the two of them grow smaller and frowned.

She wondered what they were talking about that required them to be so close.

Walking side-by-side, in her eyes, somehow had the implication of a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Suddenly, Lin Yumo felt someone step between her and her Senior Brother.

She saw Mu Xuewei squeeze between them, engaging in sporadic conversation with her Senior Brother.

Ah, she just remembered now: in her previous life, although Mu Xuewei was a disciple of the Third Master, she often ran to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

She hadn’t thought much of it before, but now, it seemed a bit odd.

Could Mu Xuewei be interested in her Senior Brother?

Lin Yumo’s mind buzzed, and she felt a sudden headache. In her previous life, she didn’t have time to check the number of surviving disciples of Mount Xuanling, nor did she know their fates.

Could it be that the Great Demon treated her as a love rival, which is why she was locked up on Jingxue Peak for sixty years? If so, Senior Brother’s fate should probably be better than hers.

She looked down and examined Mu Xuewei. The young girl was young but quite cunning. She had to be vigilant.

Fortunately, she had brought her along; otherwise, who knows what mischief she might cause if left on Mount Xuanling.

She then looked at Li Shuangxing. Her Senior Brother was a very upright person, kind and good-tempered. Although his appearance was… average! And his personality wasn’t exactly gentle, he was extremely sincere in his dealings with people.

If Mu Xuewei liked him, she could understand.

She withdrew her gaze and silently nodded, tacitly acknowledging Mu Xuewei’s feelings for Li Shuangxing.

The inn was crowded with people—swordsmen with their swords, bandits with their knives, organizations gathering information—all sorts of people.

“Shopkeeper, three superior soft-bed rooms,” Lin Yumo spoke.

She had a great obsession with soft-bed rooms. To her, catching demons and eradicating evil was tiring enough; it would be a disservice to herself to sleep on wooden beds.

“There’s only one soft-bed room left, and two wooden-bed rooms. The soft-bed room is on the third floor, and the wooden-bed rooms are on the second floor,” the shopkeeper said, working his abacus without raising his head, adopting an attitude of “take it or leave it.”

Li Shuangxing placed a silver ingot on the table, looking at Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei.

He knew Lin Yumo often sneaked down the mountain. Additionally, besides her allowance as a Mount Xuanling disciple, she would also secretly deduct the silver allocated by Mount Xuanling to the Purple Bamboo Forest, so she probably wasn’t short on money for one soft-bed room.

But Mu Xuewei was different. She came from the outer courtyard, and her background was probably quite difficult. Furthermore, she was young, so she should naturally have a better place to sleep.

“Why don’t Junior Sister take the soft-bed room, and Yumo and I will take the wooden-bed rooms?”

Mu Xuewei shook her head, her voice weak, “I’m used to sleeping on a wooden bed; a soft bed might not be suitable…”

The wooden-bed rooms were on the second floor, of course it was better to be on the second floor with Senior Sister.

“How about…”

Before she could finish, Lin Yumo was already walking toward the stairs, “Then perfect, I’ll take the soft-bed room!”

Originally, Lin Yumo had planned to let her have the soft-bed room, after all, she was the Junior Sister and should be indulged. However, since she said she wouldn’t take it, it was most appropriate for her to take it instead.

“Junior Sister, let’s go.” Li Shuangxing raised an arm, making a polite gesture of invitation.

Mu Xuewei was focused only on Lin Yumo’s retreating figure and completely ignored Li Shuangxing beside her. Without even a moment of courtesy, she followed suit.

…

Lin Yumo lay on the soft bed, legs crossed, hands behind her head, pondering the matter of the Butterfly Demon.

In her previous life, she heard about the Butterfly Demon around this time, but it had already been dealt with by the Third Master’s disciples.

Coincidentally, Mu Xuewei was a disciple of the Third Master, so the task was assigned to the Futian Hall where the Third Master resided.

Now, Mu Xuewei had joined the Purple Bamboo Forest, so the task was assigned to the Purple Bamboo Forest?

Perhaps in the previous life’s clear-out of the Butterfly Demon, Mu Xuewei had already secretly begun to contact the demon race.

Although she was young and looked frail and easily bullied, Lin Yumo always felt she was very dangerous. Perhaps it was also due to her pair of grey eyes, which made her inscrutable.

But if that was truly the case, then Mu Xuewei must be incredibly cunning, calculating that she would slaughter Mount Xuanling and hiding for seven years without being discovered?

Moreover, Butterfly Demons are not inherently aggressive and mostly hide in the Abyss of Nine Chasms. They do not hold much hostility towards mortals, so why would they suddenly appear and harm people?

The more Lin Yumo thought about it, the more she felt a cold sweat on her back. She quickly reassured herself, perhaps she was overthinking things.

No, she still needed to find a way to keep an eye on Mu Xuewei.

She got up from the soft bed, casually dusted off her sleeves, straightened her attire, and walked to open the door.

Upon opening the door, she nearly had the soul scared out of her.

Mu Xuewei was standing right in front of her, her long hair draped down, holding a candlestick. The faint light of the candle fell upon her pale face, making her look truly terrifying in the middle of the night.

“You… what are you doing?” Lin Yumo took a moment to steady herself and regulate her breathing.

“Clang—” The peach wood sword dropped to the floor, and Mu Xuewei, holding the candlestick, was about to embrace Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo took a step back, taking the candlestick from her hand. It was dry and flammable; didn’t she know to be careful with fire? Being burned hurts a lot.

“Be careful,” she said, taking it and placing it on the table.

Just now, she was thinking of going to find Mu Xuewei to keep an eye on her. Now that the person had come to her, it saved her the trouble of having to find an excuse to go to her actively.

“Senior Sister, it’s too dark… I’m scared…” Mu Xuewei’s eyes were filled with tears, and her grey pupils were clear at this moment, “Can I, can I…”

Lin Yumo instantly understood what she meant. She looked at the small bed and pursed her lips. This probably wasn’t big enough for two people, was it?

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