Chapter 345: Ah Yin is an Old Woman? I Think She’s Quite Suitable to Be a Wife.
Chapter 345: Ah Yin is an Old Woman? I Think She’s Quite Suitable to Be a Wife.
Night.
Deep in the Blue Silver Forest, it was so quiet that only the rustling sound of the wind sweeping over the leaves remained.
The lake water reflected the stars across the sky, like a mirror paved with shattered silver.
At some point, a small wooden cabin had appeared by the lakeside.
The texture of the wood was still new, carrying the unique fragrance of vegetation, mixed with the faint scent of Blue Silver Grass in the air.
Lin Qingmo lay on a wooden bed covered with thick Spirit Beast furs; the soft down pressed against the back of his neck, feeling warm.
These furs were all prepared by Ah Yin herself.
They were as white as snow without a single blemish; lying on them felt like sinking into the clouds.
He rolled over, trying to ignore the gaze that had been fixed on him.
Ah Yin sat on a wooden stool by the bed, her hands folded over her knees, her posture as upright as a well-bred young lady from a prestigious family.
Her face was exquisite and gentle, with a softness in her eyes that only women from water towns possessed.
Her hair fell to her waist, the tips almost touching the ground.
She just quietly gazed at Lin Qingmo, a very faint smile playing on the corners of her lips, as if she were looking at some precious treasure.
Lin Qingmo buried his face in the furs.
It was useless.
That gaze was still there.
There was no hostility, no scrutiny—just a pure, gentle gaze, so tender it made him feel uneasy all over.
Finally, he couldn’t help but poke his head out from the furs.
"Ah Yin, don’t you need to rest?"
Ah Yin tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair from her temple sliding down. She raised her hand to tuck it behind her ear and said softly, "This is my spiritual body; it doesn’t need sleep."
"A-Qing, just sleep peacefully; I’ll stay here and watch over you."
Lin Qingmo opened his mouth.
Watch over.
The use of this word really left him speechless.
He wasn’t some three-year-old child; did he really need someone to stay by the bed and watch him fall asleep?
But Ah Yin spoke with a serious expression, her blue eyes reflecting a sense of course, making it impossible for him to even begin to argue.
"..."
Lin Qingmo simply closed his eyes.
Forget it, if I can’t provoke her, can’t I at least hide?
With a thought, he opened the Chat Group interface in his mind.
A translucent Light Screen unfolded in the darkness. The Chat Group interface was clean and simple, with several familiar nicknames glowing in the member list.
[Daddy Douluo]: Is everyone asleep?
Less than two seconds after the message was sent, a reply popped up on the Light Screen.
[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Not asleep. It’s the middle of the night; why did you kid suddenly pop up?
[Little Witch]: Haven’t rested yet. A-Qing, where have you been lately? It’s been a long time since I saw you speak in the group.
Ning Rongrong bit her lip.
Her spirit ring absorption was complete, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Qingmo was gone, filling her heart with many emotions of gratitude.
Her fingers tapped quickly on the Light Screen, typing a few words then deleting them, deleting then typing again.
In the end, she only sent a simple greeting.
What she actually wanted to ask was what A-Qing was doing in the Star Dou Great Forest right now.
But saying that would be too obvious; others in the group would get suspicious.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: A-Qing, you haven’t rested so late yet?
Inside the tent.
Xiao Wu’s scorpion braid was spread out on the pillow.
She pouted as she finished typing this line, feeling a bit sour in her heart.
She could probably guess where Lin Qingmo had gone.
Blue Silver Forest, Ah Yin... Hmph.
[Daddy Douluo]: Not exactly in the wild; I’m in the Blue Silver Forest right now.
Lin Qingmo glanced toward Ah Yin.
The next second, a captured image was sent into the Chat Group.
In the picture, Ah Yin sat quietly on the wooden stool, her long hair like a waterfall.
Her profile was shrouded in a layer of warmth in the dim light.
Her silhouette was as soft as a lady walking out of a painting.
The edges of her body indeed had a slight, inconspicuous transparency, as if separated by a very thin mist.
But this didn’t affect her breathtaking beauty in the least.
The Chat Group was quiet for about three breaths.
[Bingbing]: Why does her body look a bit transparent? A spiritual body?
The Ice Empress saw through it at a glance.
As one of the Dominators of the Extreme North, her perception of things like Souls and spiritual bodies was extremely sharp.
In this picture, the boundary between the woman’s body and the surrounding light and shadow had very subtle abnormalities; ordinary people couldn’t see it, but she saw it clearly.
[Daddy Douluo]: Correct, this is Ah Yin’s spiritual body.
[Snow Empress]: She is that 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin?
The Snow Empress stood at the highest point of the Extreme North Icy Plains, the cold wind swirling with snow sweeping past her skirt.
A hint of scrutiny appeared in her ice-blue pupils.
A 100,000-year Spirit BeastTransformed, Blue Silver Emperor, a human’s wife... Learning these from the Chat Group, she knew that Ah Yin’s identity involved too many things.
[Big-Breasted Kitty]: So beautiful.
Zhu Zhuqing stopped after typing those three words.
She wasn’t a person of many words to begin with.
But the woman in the picture was indeed good-looking; that kind of gentleness to the bone was a type she had never seen before.
[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Tsk, she really is beautiful, with an indescribable sense of gentleness.
[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: A-Qing, you kid wouldn’t have any crooked thoughts about her, would you?
Liu Erlong sat cross-legged in her tent, her fingers tapping the Light Screen with a series of pops.
She remembered Lin Qingmo mentioning leaving before; she felt something was off then.
In the middle of the night, a lone man and a lone woman in the same room—even if that Ah Yin is a spiritual body, a spiritual body is still female.
[The Pope Herself]: You are alone with her right now?
The candlelight flickered in Bibi Dong’s bedchamber.
She leaned against a soft couch; her purple-gold Supreme Pontiff robes had been changed for a plain white long dress.
When she typed these few words, her fingers pressed with a bit more force than usual.
Ah Yin sat right next to Lin Qingmo; she could also see the Chat Group’s Light Screen.
When she saw the phrase "crooked thoughts," her expression froze for a moment, and a very faint blush rose at the base of her ears.
But her upbringing allowed her to maintain surface calm, only her fingers hidden in her sleeves quietly gripped her skirt fabric.
[Grass Mother]: A-Qing probably wouldn’t, after all, Ah Yin is considered... an old woman.
After finishing this line, Ah Yin stole a glance at Lin Qingmo’s profile.
He was focused on the Chat GroupLight Screen, not noticing her small movement.
Ah Yin exhaled softly, but her heartbeat just wouldn’t slow down.
[Daddy Douluo]: What old woman? Ah Yin looks young and beautiful, and she’s very suitable to be taken home as a wife, okay?
"!!!
Ah Yin felt like she had been put on pause.
Her blue eyes widened slightly, and her lips quivered faintly.
Her fingertips curled up unconsciously, and the emotions in her chest became chaotic for several beats in that instant.
As a spiritual body, she didn’t have a real heart, but at this moment, something in her chest was thumping violently, so fast it made her feel a bit flustered.
A-Qing said she was young and beautiful.
A-Qing said she was suitable to be taken home as a wife.
These two sentences played on loop in Ah Yin’s mind, every word as clear as if it were carved in.
(End of Chapter)
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