Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?

Chapter 395: 218, each one has more issues than the last

The long night turned to dawn, the sky turning pale.

On the cold floor, Xu Yuan, who had fought throughout the night, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He was exhausted.

As a Cultivator, he naturally had more endurance than ordinary people.

Moreover, he was facing Mo Xianxian, who was determined to have all of him.

For the first time, Xu Yuan realized that even as a Cultivator, there could come a time when he was completely spent.

Mo Xianxian lay half on top of him with hardly any expression, composed as if the recent events hadn’t affected her at all.

“You should leave now,”

she glanced at the creamy light of dawn that was starting to spill over from the night sky.

Leave? What does she mean? Is she saying she doesn’t acknowledge me after picking up her skirt?

Xu Yuan had never expected to hear such words from Mo Xianxian, who usually acted so possessively.

With Mo Xianxian’s character, shouldn’t she be trying every possible way to make him stay, to have him keep her company a little longer?

He turned on his side, intending to discuss this properly with her.

But he saw Mo Xianxian suddenly furrow her brows and give him a glare: “You’re on my hair.”

“…”

Xu Yuan somewhat sulkily moved his arm to push the tangled hair aside.

“Forget it,”

Mo Xianxian then sighed.

Forget it?

What does she mean by that?

Could it be that she has some other scheme she hasn’t put to use yet?

Xu Yuan was on alert.

“Help me comb my hair, it’s a mess,”

she said as she sat up, slowly lifting the dress that had fallen to her waist and carefully arranging the hem before finally picking up a mirror from the floor.

Seeing the mirror, Xu Yuan couldn’t help but recall the tricks she had played last night.

Honestly, he felt somewhat guilty seeing the expression of enjoyment on his own face in the mirror.

Even though he was ambushed by Mo Xianxian while he was still deciding, in the end, he did enjoy the process.

Sigh, Liuli, I am no longer pure.

“What are you dazing off for? Aren’t you coming?”

Mo Xianxian sat in front of the mirror, gathering her hair over her shoulder as she asked faintly.

“Oh, right. Coming,”

Xu Yuan sighed and took the horn comb from her hand.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he was combing someone else’s hair.

He raised the comb, slid it into the smooth strands, and drew it downward.

“First comb to the end,”

Mo Xianxian suddenly spoke out, her voice sounding both like a song and a sigh.

“Second comb till the white hair reaches the eyebrows, third comb for children and grandchildren to fill the hall.”

What is this?

Xu Yuan’s wrist trembled unexpectedly, and the entangled hair immediately became a mess.

“Fourth comb…”

She furrowed her brow and sharply said, “You’re hurting me.”

“Oh? Sorry, I have no experience. It’s my first time combing.”

Xu Yuan laughed awkwardly.

“Sigh.”

“Fourth comb… yikes!”

“Four…!”

“Yikes…”

Through the mirror, one could see Mo Xianxian’s fist resting on her knee, tightly clenched.

She had hardened as well.

Mo Xianxian sighed helplessly, and without turning around, her delicate hand reached back from her front, grasped his wrist, and guided him to slowly comb through.

“I really want to smack you to the ground and then brutally trample you a few times.”

She said coldly.

Xu Yuan was tempted to talk tough.

But remembering how last night his always undefeated Innate Dual Cultivation Holy Body and Yang Charm Demon Body could not withstand a single blow from her Eternal Demon Body’s writhing.

He involuntarily shut his mouth.

In terms of physique alone, at least she was indeed stronger than him.

By the time he had finished combing through her soft, black hair, quite a long time had passed.

The milky dawn spread through the dark night, blending indistinguishably.

…

Black hair flowed down in disarray, the girl’s peerless beauty was shrouded in the light of the room, her thin nightgown shimmering faintly.

She was half in light, half in darkness,

Just like her current state of mind at the Heart Realm.

One thought to become a saint, one thought to become a demon.

With a squeak, the door made a soft sound.

The girl did not turn around, her serene and beautiful face showed no trace of emotion, like the deepest pond in an ancient mountain temple, undisturbed.

“Li, Liuli, you haven’t gone to sleep yet?”

Xu Yuan said with a hint of embarrassment in his laughter.

Tian Liuli nodded gently.

“I can explain, the reason I came back so late…”

Xu Yuan felt strangely guilty.

But Tian Liuli seemed uninterested in listening, turned around, picked something up from the table, and handed it to him.

“Come here.”

Her lips parted slightly, her voice cool and sharp as a casually dropped white petal.

“…”

Xu Yuan looked closely and saw that it was a horn comb tied with a red string.

His heart skipped a beat.

“This was just sent over by Miss Mo, she said, it’s a wedding gift for the two of us.”

Her eyelids lowered as she spoke slowly, her lush lashes fluttering like moth wings in the light, her voice betraying little emotion.

“Really?”

Xu Yuan realized that this was the same comb he had used to comb Mo Xianxian’s hair, and he started sweating bullets.

Damn it, what is this crazy woman, Mo Xianxian, trying to do now?

Xu Yuan thought she had calmed down.

But he hadn’t expected her to pull a stunt like this.

Was it in retaliation for what he did while combing her hair?

“Why are you still standing there?”

Tian Liuli seemed somewhat dissatisfied, her voice unusually carrying a hint of anger.

But Xu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

If she was getting angry, it meant things hadn’t reached an irreparable stage.

“You mean, you want me to comb your hair?”

Xu Yuan’s head felt inexplicably heavy.

“What? You don’t want to?”

Tian Liuli gave him a cold glance.

“No, how could I possibly not want to.”

Xu Yuan quickly agreed, took the smooth horn comb from her hand, and began to comb with his scalp tingling.

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