Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 593 The Successor of Yin Valley Must Get Married!

An Wan finally arrived after three incense sticks had burned.

When she rushed back to the palace, she found that Xiao Yan and the other person were already dressed and standing awkwardly on either side of the hall.

"Ruo Ruo, junior brother."

An Wan, carrying a wooden box, hurriedly stepped across the threshold and said apologetically, "Oh dear, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. There were too many troubles with the enforcement team. I thought I could get back in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but it took so long. Are you still hungry?"

Although she was apologizing, there seemed to be no remorse on her face. Instead, she would occasionally steal glances at the two of them, as if searching for some clue.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan immediately stood up, clasped his hands in a cheerful gesture, and said, "Senior Sister, what are you saying? Yin Valley has just experienced a great battle, so naturally the reconstruction of the sect must be the priority. Senior Sister's ability to take the time to bring us food is already an honor for me."

Hearing the two of them speaking in unison, Hun Ruoruo immediately understood their intentions and was so angry that her teeth itched and her little fists clenched until they turned white.

She was the one who saved Yin Gu!

She was the one who repelled the Nine Heavens Venerable, and she was also the one who destroyed the Soul Hunter Sect. But what's the result? These guys not only don't appreciate it, but now they're even eager to sell her out, constantly helping Xiao Yan out.
Isn't it said that the descendants of Yin Gu cannot get married?

Hun Ruoruo had no doubt that once she got the chance, this senior sister who loved watching the fun would probably be eager to strip herself naked and tie herself to Xiao Yan's bed to add a son to the Yin Valley!

"So, Ruoruo, are you full?" An Wan suddenly turned her head and asked. "If you're not full, your senior sister can give you more."

Listening to the other person's concerned words, Hun Ruoruo felt that there was something more to them than met the eye, and forced a smile onto her stern face:
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Xiao Yan's share is enough. Ruoruo has just woken up from her slumber and can't eat too much."

"That's it"

An Wan rested her chin on her hand, looking thoughtful, and said, "Senior Sister thought you and Junior Brother had a falling out, but now it seems I was overthinking it."

"Why do you say that, Senior Sister?"

“This hall is more than ten feet wide and long, yet the two of you are sitting on opposite sides. It seems a bit too formal.”

An Wan pointed in the direction outside the hall and said with a smile, "You two are now the epitome of 'harmonious love' in our Yin Valley. Everyone is talking about the love story of Junior Brother staying by your side day and night. If they see this, they might say that I am exaggerating."

"Wha, what?!"

Upon hearing this, not only Hun Ruoruo, but even Xiao Yan felt a little embarrassed.

They've only been a couple for three days, and most of those three days were spent while Hun Ruoruo was unconscious. Where are they going to publicize this so-called love story?
Xiao Yan asked tentatively, "Senior Sister, if I remember correctly, the successors of the Yin Valley are not allowed to marry, right?"

“That’s right, this is our long-standing tradition.” An Wan put her hands on her hips.

Xiao Yan was even more confused: "Then what's this now?"

“Isn’t tradition meant to be broken?” An Wan smiled, a hint of gentleness flashing in her eyes. “Besides, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

"Although Yin Valley is isolated from the world, we are not inflexible old-fashioned people. On the contrary, in terms of open-mindedness, those so-called advanced sects may not be able to compare with us."

Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo both nodded in deep agreement. They were far from being old-fashioned; the women of Yin Valley were almost as unrestrained as the most fiery and daring snake-woman. Even those with two lifetimes of experience would blush at their behavior.

"If you want to know the specific reason, you can ask the Grand Elder. He happens to be planning to meet with you."

An Wan placed the wooden box aside and teased, "As for the little princess, if you've recovered enough, come and participate in the Harvest Festival. Since the Valley Master isn't here, you're our main character."

After saying this, An Wan affectionately ruffled the girl's hair, turned around and walked out of the house, waving goodbye.
"Go for it, little princess! Even when facing the one you love, the girls of our Yin Valley never give in. On this point, your senior sister will not side with your junior brother."

An Wan is gone.

Xiao Yan, who had been sitting on the sidelines for a long time, finally couldn't suppress his emotions any longer. He quietly crept up to the girl's side and, seeing that she had no intention of resisting, chuckled and shamelessly squeezed into a seat with her.

The small seat couldn't possibly fit two people, so they had to sit back-to-back, body-to-body, and face-to-face.
Well, it seems that Hun Ruoruo didn't give this guy a chance and forcibly pushed that face that kept getting closer to her aside.

Ugly rejection.

Xiao Yan's face drooped almost visibly, and he looked dejected.

"Don't give me that." Hun Ruoruo resisted with a stern face. This wasn't a house; what if someone saw them?
Recalling her previous experience on the bed, Hun Ruoruo's pretty face burned intensely, and she felt incredibly guilty.

Only she knew in her heart that her purpose in going to Wutan City alone back then was not pure at all. She just wanted to leave herself a way out on the road to revenge, so that she would not end up with a miserable death.

Now look what's happened! After all her scheming and plotting, she's definitely got Xiao Yan firmly under her control. But the problem is, she's gotten herself involved too, and now they're even at the point of discussing marriage.
To get married.

Hun Ruoruo's heart was pounding.

She could feel Xiao Yan's heart pounding, even more violently than hers. Was he plotting something bad again? No, he just wanted to possess everything about her; he was utterly wicked.

But what about me? His body, his soul, every inch of his spirit should belong to me, and can only belong to me. No one can take him away from me, not even a little bit. Anyone who dares to touch him, I will kill them.

The crisp scent of the young man's clothes wafted over, mixed with a hint of masculinity, and it smelled wonderful and comforting to Hun Ruoruo.

Although they hadn't said a word, Hun Ruoruo felt as if she and the other person were connected, and even time seemed to stand still. Only her heart pounded like a drum and her breath howled like a raging wind.
I think I'm really in love.

No amount of pretense can work in front of him, nor can it fool yourself.

It's all his fault for being so hot-blooded and reckless, breaking through all my carefully laid plans.

"We should get back to work." After some time, Hun Ruoruo suddenly whispered, her voice barely audible.

Xiao Yan held her waist tightly, refusing to let go: "It's not time yet."

"It's not time yet"—would this be something that guy, who's always so decisive and efficient, would say?
Falling in love is a terrible thing, thankfully I—

Hun Ruoruo felt dizzy; the large, scorching hands, as hot as a furnace, made her weak all over. The words that were about to come out of her mouth inexplicably turned into a soft, yielding compromise:
"Since it's not time yet, I'll just stay in bed a little longer."

(End of this chapter)