"Brother Ye, calling you this way, I hope you don’t mind." Wan’er walked up to Ye Qiu, her voice extrely gentle.
Ye Qiu touched his nose, smiling, "No problem."
The two walked down the street, attracting a lot of attention, but no one ca to bother them. Previously, Ye Qiu’s defeat of the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain had already spread; who would dare to ss with Ye Qiu?
Besides, Ye Qiu was now the sixth elder of the Pill Tower; his status had transford, people were eager to win his favor.
"Brother Ye, I feel a strong connection with you. From the mont I saw you, I felt we’ve t sowhere before. Do you think this is fate?" Wan’er said sweetly.
"Hehe... perhaps." Ye Qiu outwardly agreed, though internally he pondered other thoughts. If Miss Wan’er was Tang Surou, based on Tang Surou’s personality, she wouldn’t be so exceptionally talkative. But to say she wasn’t Tang Surou seed wrong too, because their eyebrows looked so similar.
Or perhaps, Tang Surou was unsure if he was Ye Qiu, and was testing him?
Ye Qiu didn’t know, but since the other party hadn’t indicated anything, he wasn’t in a hurry to reveal his identity. Especially since he felt sothing peculiar in his heart; better not to disclose his identity.
They arrived at a courtyard, and Wan’er paused, smiling at Ye Qiu, "Brother Ye, would you like to co into my house for a visit?"
The smile carried endless charm and allure, making it difficult to refuse.
After pondering for a while, Ye Qiu nodded, "Then I shall intrude."
Seeing Ye Qiu agree, a hint of pleasure flashed in Wan’er’s expression, and the maid behind her imdiately went to open the door.
"Please, Brother Ye." Wan’er said.
Ye Qiu stepped into the courtyard, glanced around, and noticed it was a very exquisite courtyard, the flowers and plants clearly arranged with care.
In front was the main hall living room, with side rooms to both the left and right.
In the center of the courtyard was a stone table. Wan’er went ahead to the stone table and said, "Brother Ye, have a seat first, I will brew a pot of hot tea for you."
"Alright."
Holding a teapot, Wan’er entered the kitchen while Ye Qiu surveyed the surroundings, wondering why the person Wan’er referred to as father wasn’t there.
Shortly, the teapot was ready, steam rising, Wan’er poured Ye Qiu a cup, presenting it to him, "Brother Ye, please have so tea."
Ye Qiu lifted the teacup, sipping gently.
Wan’er watched, smiling, "Brother Ye, how is this tea?"
"Not bad, the aroma of the tea leaves is apparent, leaving a lasting aftertaste." Ye Qiu praised.
Wan’er sat down, inquiring about Ye Qiu’s address and origin, naturally, Ye Qiu couldn’t answer truthfully. At this mont, Wan’er said, "Brother Ye, you really resemble soone I knew, especially your eyes."
"Oh?" Ye Qiu’s mind stirred.
Wan’er expressed a nostalgic look, "But he couldn’t possibly be here."
"Is she truly Tang Surou?" Ye Qiu almost instinctively wanted to admit he was Ye Qiu, but he held back in the end.
Seeing Ye Qiu remain calm, Wan’er suddenly said, "Brother Ye, would you like to know what Wan’er looks like?"
"Hm."
"Then how about Wan’er removing her veil so you can see? Very few people have seen Wan’er’s face." Wan’er said, sowhat playfully.
anwhile, she slowly pulled down her veil, revealing a face identical to Tang Surou in front of Ye Qiu.
It really is her!
"Tang Surou..." Ye Qiu couldn’t help but exclaim.
Wan’er’s body trembled, eyes widening, "What did you call ?"
"You’re... Ye... Qiu."
Wan’er’s eyes showed surprise, as she looked at Ye Qiu, her eyes filled with tears.
"I am Ye Qiu." Ye Qiu’s voice was sowhat deep.
"It’s really you, is it really you?" Wan’er shed tears, moving closer to Ye Qiu.
"It’s , long ti no see." Ye Qiu reached out to wipe Wan’er’s tears, and Wan’er moved to embrace Ye Qiu.
At that mont, as they were about to embrace, a cold light suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qiu’s chest, the sharp light extrely dazzling, a dagger poised to thrust.
At this mont, Ye Qiu saw Wan’er’s eyes no longer showing gentleness and tears, but a cold smile. The owner of the familiar face intended to kill him.
"You’re dood." Wan’er said with absolute certainty, her sudden attack incredibly swift, leaving no ti for Ye Qiu to react, and she was sure that Ye Qiu couldn’t dodge it, even with his capability of defeating the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain.
"You can’t exert force, can you? Haha... I’ve spiked the tea you drank, your fate is sealed. Ye Qiu, you’re dead, and the Ge Tian heritage you carry will be mine." Wan’er laughed heartily, yet the sword re centiters from Ye Qiu wasn’t imdiately stabbed.
"Why do you want to kill ?"
"Haha, because the item you carry is important to , only when you’re dead will it belong to . In fact, you should be grateful, for in this world, I’m likely the only one who knows you’ve co to the ancestral land. If the Taiyi God Sect or Demon God Sect knew that Ye Fentian was the local native Ye Qiu from Earth, even if you fled to the ends of the earth, it would be futile."
"Die then, I’ll choose a better burial site for you, thank you for delivering Ge Tian’s heritage into my hands." At this mont, Wan’er had none of the gentle and soft deanor, completely a ruthless, wicked woman.
"You’re not Tang Surou!"
"Haha, yes, unfortunately, you realized it too late. If it weren’t for that foolish woman, how else would I know so much about you?" Wan’er laughed.
Swish, her eyes flashed, and the dagger in her hand instantly stabbed down, while saying, "You can die with your eyes closed now."
The icy dagger pierced through clothing, and it would pierce through flesh and blood.
However, Wan’er’s eyes quickly froze, for the dagger in her hand only penetrated one fingernail deep before halting, unable to stab further.
Ye Qiu’s face broke into a smile, just like the smile Wan’er showed earlier, but the smile on Ye Qiu’s face sent chills down Wan’er’s heart.
"You discovered it long ago?"
Ye Qiu flicked his finger, and Wan’er’s dagger flew out instantly. Ye Qiu brushed his sleeve and said to Wan’er, "If I hadn’t discovered it, I’d already be a ghost under your command."
"Impossible, I clearly acted very well, plus the tea was doctored by , I watched you drink..." Wan’er refused to believe it. She had rehearsed for this day more than a hundred tis, especially the act of suddenly recognizing Ye Qiu, the tears she shed, even her father praised.
How could it be exposed?
"Do you want to know what flaw you revealed?" Ye Qiu said lightly.
"What?"
Ye Qiu chuckled slightly, telling Wan’er, "Because the real Tang Surou is a hundred tis more innocent than you, and your performance can be sumd up in one word."
"Cheap!"
"You’ve portrayed yourself too cheaply, even if you pretend to be her, you can’t hide the cheapness in your bones!"
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