Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Before he could think it through, his hand had already risen and gently pressed on the top of her head.

He was stunned when his fingertips touched the soft strands of hair.

He, who has always been mindful of boundaries, would actually do something so outrageous.

But seeing the girl's aggrieved expression, he couldn't bear to withdraw his hand. He could only gently rub her fluffy little head and say, "Don't be sad. I have important things to do. It's not that I hate you."

"Not disliking you... does that mean... you like me?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes suddenly lit up, her previous grievances vanished instantly, and her eyes were full of sly smiles.

Even those tears... seemed like a deliberate, pretense.

Mu Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Before he could react, the girl covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

"Hehe, just kidding! I know you're a busy person with important things to do."

"But I didn't expect that Mu Bingkuai would take the initiative to comfort people, unlike his usual cold and aloof self."

"Boring." Mu Qinghan frowned slightly, quickly withdrew his hand, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Seeing that he was really annoyed, Tu Shan Ya Ya quickly stepped forward, reached out and hugged his arm, softening her tone.

"Oh, don't be angry! I prepared a gift for you, and I'm giving it to you before I leave."

The warm, soft touch against his arm made Mu Qinghan's heart pound uncontrollably against his chest, and he instinctively tried to push her away.

But when she looked down, she saw that the girl's cheeks were as red as ripe peaches, and even her ears were tinged with pink, clearly she was very nervous.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and tried to keep his tone indifferent, but there was still a hint of unease in his voice.

"what gift?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya smiled and let go of her hand, carefully pulling up her sleeve.

In the sunlight, two small silver bells hung quietly on her fair wrists, the words "Qinghan" and "Yaya" on the bells gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

It was the Qingxin Bell that Rongrong had made for her before, and it was the gift she cherished most.

"Look, isn't this bell beautiful? It even has your name on it, which I carved myself. This bell can also help you keep your mind focused and prevent others from interfering with you. It's really amazing."

"Ding...ding..."

The sunlight bathed Mu Qinghan's profile in a warm golden light. He looked at Tu Shan Ya Ya's joyful smile, then his gaze fell on the silver bell dangling from her wrist.

The bell's surface reflected the morning light, its delicate patterns resembling hidden stars.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, and a light yet radiant smile bloomed on his face.

This smile was different from her usual indifference and aloofness; it carried the unique clarity of a young person, like the first ray of sunlight when the ice and snow begin to melt, instantly hitting Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes.

She froze, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, and she even forgot to breathe properly.

Mu Bingkuai's smile is really...so beautiful...

She stared at the radiant boy before her, her mind filled with only this one thought, her ears burning red.

Seeing her stunned expression, Mu Qinghan's smile deepened, and he slowly extended his wrist.

"Didn't you say you were going to give me a gift? Why are you suddenly spacing out?"

"Okay, okay! Almost done!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly snapped back to her senses, hurriedly lowered her head, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she untied the red string with the silver bell tied to her wrist.

She carefully tied the bell around Mu Qinghan's wrist with the red rope wrapped around it twice. Her fingertips occasionally brushed against his cool skin, then she pulled back as if she had been electrocuted, her fingertips even feeling warm.

The tied silver bell was attached to Mu Qinghan's wrist, swaying gently with his breathing and making a soft tinkling sound.

He looked down, his eyes filled with a rare tenderness.

Tu Shan Ya Ya looked up with satisfaction, but as soon as she met his gentle gaze, her heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly raced again.

She hurriedly looked away, forcing herself to remain calm as she gave a dismissive snort.

"Why...why are you staring at me like that? I've already prepared a gift for you, what about you?"

"Could it be... that you didn't prepare a farewell gift at all?"

"not at all."

Mu Qinghan shook his head slightly, and before Tu Shan Ya Ya could protest with a pout, he turned to the side and drew the long sword from his waist.

The sword blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, while the scabbard was a warm, dark color, with a few faint cloud patterns engraved on it.

He raised his hand, unsheathed his sword, and gently handed it to the girl.

“I’ve had this scabbard for several years, I’ll leave it with you for now.”

"After I finish what I'm doing, I'll bring a nice gift to exchange for my sword sheath."

In the morning light, Mu Qinghan held the dark sword sheath between his fingers, the cloud patterns gleaming with a warm luster.

Looking at the solemnity in his eyes, and then at the sword sheath that had been with him for many years, Tu Shan Ya Ya froze on the spot, even forgetting to reach out her hand.

The spirited young swordsman had left his scabbard, which he had kept for many years, as a keepsake.

She stood there, stunned. Mu Qinghan didn't urge her. He simply held the sword sheath steadily, his gaze falling on her reddened earlobes, a hint of tenderness hidden in his eyes.

"This is our promise!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly realized what was happening, her voice filled with joy. Before Mu Qing Han could speak, she reached out and hugged the sword sheath tightly to her chest.

The force was so sudden that it even enveloped his hand, which was holding the sword sheath, in his bosom.

The warm touch against his palm made Mu Qinghan's body freeze instantly.

"When you come back, you must come to Tushan to find me as soon as possible, no delays allowed!"

"Otherwise, I'll personally go find you and drag you back to Tushan!"

She looked up at him, her eyes shining like starlight.

Even the threat in her tone carried a hint of coquetry.

"Yes, I never break my word."

Mu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand slightly.

He couldn't help but turn his face slightly to avoid the girl's overly intense gaze.

"I believe you."

Tu Shan Ya Ya hugged the sword sheath, her cheek pressed against the cool wooden sheath. Looking at the faint red on the tips of his ears, she couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Mu Bingkuai, you'd better come back soon. I'll take good care of the sword sheath for you."

A gentle breeze swept by, and the silver bell on Mu Qinghan's wrist jingled softly.

"Jingle Bell…"

"Jingle Bell…"

"You promised, you absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not forget."

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Sunny day, feeling a little lonely.

Toys, just leave them aside.

There's nothing new on TV...

Chapter 64 A Very Special Person

"Ouch—my head hurts so much..."

Dongfang Guyue covered her forehead, her eyes half-closed, revealing a hint of weakness and cloudiness.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he struggled to lift his head to look at Mu Qinghan in front of him, his voice filled with deep sorrow and his breathing heavy.

"You...you're the ghost messenger who came to take me away? I...am I already dead?"

As he finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, and his voice suddenly choked with emotion.

"My poor two daughters... they lost their father before they even grew up..."

"I...I'm not reconciled..."

He raised his hand and gave a couple of light taps, then looked at Mu Qinghan with an almost pleading expression in his eyes.

"If only someone could stay by their side and protect them for me..."

"Uncle Dongfang, stop pretending, it's really boring."

Mu Qinghan's voice suddenly interrupted, devoid of any sympathy, but filled with speechlessness.

Dongfang Guyue abruptly stopped, the sorrow on his face seemed to be paused, he blinked and looked at Mu Qinghan in surprise.

"Hey? How did you figure it out, kid? My disguise was flawless, from my expression to my tone. I even squeezed out those tears after holding them in for ages!"

"You woke up once in the middle of the night."

"You were half asleep when you grabbed my sleeve and asked if dinner was ready. I ignored you, but you reached out and turned my head around, looked into my eyes for a moment, and then went back to sleep."

The surprise on Dongfang Guyue's face instantly turned into embarrassment, and her old face turned red, spreading from her ears all the way to her neck.

He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his voice softening.

"Huh? Wasn't that a dream?"

“Moreover,” Mu Qinghan added, “Miss Dongfang has her elder brother taking care of her, so there’s no need for me to go through all this trouble.”

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Guyue's embarrassed expression immediately disappeared, replaced by a playful grin, and she patted Mu Qinghan's arm.

"Hehehe, I just wanted more people to have more protection! You're a good fighter and a meticulous person, so having more people watching over you gives me, as your father, more peace of mind, right?"

Mu Qinghan smiled faintly, then tilted his head slightly, "You...aren't you going to ask about anything else? Before you fell into a coma, you must have had some suspicions about the people around you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Guyue twitched the corner of her mouth. "Sigh, the only people who could tamper with my medicine are a few close relatives."

“My two daughters are very kind-hearted and would never do such a thing. After eliminating all possibilities, it can only be my good apprentice.”

He deliberately emphasized the words "good apprentice," a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by composure.