The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 223 Identity Transformation Card

The voice just fell.

Xuan Yuanming suddenly sprang up, his hand instantly transforming into a dragon claw aimed straight at Ye Ling's throat: "Get out of my way."

The sudden action caught everyone in the cave off guard.

I never expected him to make a move so suddenly.

Ye Ling swiftly dodged to the side, her silver eyes cold and her whole body radiating frost. "You're courting death."

They were about to take action.

Mo Lin swiftly stepped between the two, his gaze fixed on Xuan Yuanming, his voice as cold as the dead of winter: "If you want to go crazy, go somewhere else."

A wind blade formed from Qingzhu's fingertips pressed against Xuanyuan Ming's back, her voice colder than ice: "You frightened her."

Xuanyuan Ming ignored him, his dark golden eyes fixed on Su Xiyue, his voice hoarse: "Let them out... I have something to ask you alone."

Su Xiyue felt a chill run down her spine, realizing what Xuanyuan was trying to verify.

The witch's last words pierced his heart like a thorn.

They won't give up easily until they get to the bottom of it.

"Is there anything you can't say in front of everyone?"

Her heart was pounding with nervousness, but she tried her best to remain calm, and her voice was extremely natural.

Xuan Yuanming suddenly chuckled, his laughter filled with a chilling madness. "Before she died, the witch told me... that the person I love is long dead, but Yue'er is clearly alive. Tell me, what's going on?"

As the firelight flickered, the atmosphere inside the cave seemed to freeze.

Su Xiyue's fingertips turned white from clenching her fists. To be honest, she didn't dare let Ye Ling, Mo Lin, and Qing Zhu go out.

What if Xuanyuan Ming suddenly goes berserk and kills someone? He's already quite insane; if he learns that the original owner of this body is already dead, he'll probably be on the verge of a breakdown.

But if we insist on not letting Ye Ling and Mo Lin go out, wouldn't that be blatantly telling them that we're guilty and are imposters?
As for confessing the truth to Xuanyuan Ming and telling him that he was a time traveler…

This idea was nipped in the bud.

Xuan Yuanming's love for the original owner was almost to the point of obsession and perversion.

Once he realizes that he is not the person he envisions, killing him would be the least of his worries; he would likely take immediate action to extract his soul.

To expel one's soul from this body...

At that time, our own people will be in Xuanyuan Ming's hands.

However, Ye Ling and his group are hesitant to act rashly, as they are not only unable to rescue the person, but they may also be subject to Xuan Yuanming's control.

Of course, it's impossible to hide it forever; sooner or later it will be exposed.

However, it's not something to say right now.

We need to wait until the two of them have spent more time together, until Xuan Yuanming has completely transferred his love for the original owner to himself, before we can reveal the truth.

Only then will safety be guaranteed.

The crimson glint in Xuan Yuanming's eyes deepened, yet his voice remained eerily gentle: "Yue'er, tell them to leave. Let's talk alone, shall we?"

"no!"

Ye Ling's silver eyes turned cold, and she refused without hesitation.

If Xuanyuan Ming is in a stable emotional state and wants to speak with Yue'er alone, he will not stop him.

How can he feel at ease in this situation?
Qingzhu scoffed, "You brought back a dead man's head and went crazy, spouting nonsense about whether he's dead or not. Who among us trusts you?"

Xuan was about to speak, but Mo Lin stopped him.

There's no need to repeat yourself.

Su Xiyue suddenly grabbed Ye Ling's arm; she knew Xuan Yuanming to some extent.

The calmer this madman is now, the more terrifying he will be when he explodes.

"You guys go and wait for me outside the cave."

Her voice sounded calm, but only she knew how nervous she was inside.

"Little Moon!"

Xuanming frowned and said urgently, "This madman is clearly acting strangely."

"fine."

She clenched her fingertips tightly, forcing a smile, "He just killed the Dragon Clan's Great Witch, so it's normal for him to be emotionally unstable."

The cave remained deathly silent for a moment.

Ye Ling gave her a deep look with her silver eyes: "If you don't come out in half a quarter of an hour, I'll tear down this cave."

After the four people left the cave.

Xuanyuan Ming suddenly grabbed her chin.

Dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin, gleaming coldly in the firelight: "What did you put on my wound when Yue'er was five years old?"

Su Xiyue's chin was pinched painfully by him, but she endured it and dared not retaliate, so as not to provoke him.

"Corrosive grass."

Her reply was natural: "Later, your whole body was covered in sores and you had a fever, so I cried and went to find a witch doctor."

"wrong."

Xuanyuan Ming chuckled, his legs transforming into dragon tails that wrapped around her waist. "I don't have a fever at all."

A chill instantly shot up from the soles of my feet, making my back feel cold.

Su Xiyue suddenly realized that this was a trap question. In the original owner's memory, Xuan Yuanming clearly had a fever and his wounds were rotting terribly.

The original owner cried for a long time.

The hand with its distinct knuckles lingered on her neck, making the hairs on her body stand on end and her fear grow stronger, but she tried her best to remain calm.

Xuan Yuanming smiled eerily and suddenly leaned close to her ear: "Now tell me, who exactly are you?"

His dark, vertical pupils churned with madness. "My Yue'er would never admit to her own pranks, even if she was the one who did them."

Su Xiyue was so nervous that her palms were sweating, and she was almost crying inside. This madman was indeed not easy to deal with.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "As people grow up, their personalities always change. I can't always stay the same little girl I used to be."

Xuan Yuanming suddenly sprang up, slamming her against the stone wall inside the cave. His tall body, radiating intense heat, pressed down on her, holding her firmly and squeezing her down forcefully.

Her back ached from the fall, and her face was slightly pale.

Looking up, I saw him staring straight at me, his smile growing increasingly eerie and manic: "What was the name of the poisonous fruit that Yue'er fed me in the back mountain that year?"

"Red berries!"

she blurted out.

“Wrong.” A large, bony hand suddenly gripped her neck, his dark golden eyes churning with fury: “Yue’er never remembers the names of wild fruits, she only says ‘the red one.’”

Su Xiyue was so angry she laughed, and a thousand curses ran through her mind:

Is this guy crazy? Isn't it normal for someone to not remember things from when they were five?
She suddenly had a doubt that Xuan Yuanming's feelings for the original owner were not love at all, but a kind of perverted obsession.

The Dragon Clan pressured him to marry into the Phoenix Clan and used violence to control him, preventing him from leaving the Dragon Clan. The dual torment of his mind and body, coupled with his inability to see the original owner of the body, drove him to madness and obsession.

They might even become mad beasts.

Her throat was throbbing from being choked, but she suddenly sneered, "Xuanyuan Ming, why don't you just ask me 'whether I'm willing to die in your place'?"

A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes as she continued with a cold laugh: "Do you love the little female in your memory, or the living, breathing person standing right in front of you?"

Xuan Yuanming's body froze instantly, his dark golden eyes flickering.

The wind howled at the cave entrance, causing stray hairs to stick to Su Xiyue's neck, which was covered in cold sweat.

The night wind whipped up sparks, making a crackling sound.

The large hand on Su Xiyue's neck did not move at all, only the knuckles trembled slightly.

She suddenly realized that Xuanyuan Ming was afraid.

This fearless madman, at this moment, had a look of bewilderment on the verge of collapse hidden in his bloodshot eyes.

This is a question that even he himself might not be able to answer.

"Yue'er..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, and his hand unconsciously loosened its grip. "Why... are you too lazy to even lie to me anymore?"

Su Xiyue's neck relaxed, and she gasped for breath.

A system notification suddenly sounded in his mind: "Host, the identity conversion card can temporarily cover the target's cognition, making him believe that you are the original owner. The time limit is one year. As long as the host can make him transfer his love for the original owner to you within one year, the crisis will naturally be resolved."

She froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that there was an identity conversion card that the system had previously rewarded her with in her system inventory.

That's the reward for reaching 75 points of favorability with Xuanming and entering the "like" stage.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she quietly took out the identity conversion card and hid it in her palm.

A year is enough time. Although it's impossible to guarantee that Xuanyuan Ming will completely transfer his love for the original owner to himself, at least he can catch his breath.

"Who said I'm too lazy to lie?"

She suddenly grabbed Xuan Yuanming by the collar, pulling him closer, their breaths mingling.

She took the opportunity to slap the conversion card onto his chest, and the card transformed into a stream of light that seeped into his skin.

A system notification sounded in Su Xiyue's mind: "Ding! Identity conversion card activated, valid for 365 days."

"You believed the witch's instigation and came to choke me?"

Su Xiyue's eyes reddened, her voice trembling with tears, "That old witch cursed me, making me ugly, and now, before she dies, she's trying to drive a wedge between us..."

At this point, she jabbed her finger hard into his chest, "Xuanyuan Ming, if you even had a brain..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly pulled into an embrace by arms that felt like iron clamps.

"It was my fault."

Xuanyuan Ming buried his face in her hair, gently inhaling the scent of cedarwood emanating from her, "Yue'er... Yue'er..."

A hoarse voice cried out repeatedly, and hot tears fell into the crook of her neck and slid into her collar.

Outside the cave.

Ye Ling's silver eyes were fixed on the cave entrance, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"It's been half an hour."

He suddenly stood up and was about to rush inside.

Mo Lin frowned and said, "Wait a little longer."

Qingzhu suddenly grabbed their shoulders: "Listen..."

From inside the cave came Xuan Yuanming's heart-wrenching cries, like those of a wounded young animal.

Xuanming scratched his head, looking bewildered: "Why is this crazy dragon crying?"

Shouldn't I be happy to become Little Moon's sixth beast husband?
Why are you still crying?
Just then, Su Xiyue suddenly walked out, the bruises on her neck particularly noticeable in the moonlight.

Xuanyuan Ming followed closely behind, his dark golden eyes glistening with tears, red and filled with remorse.

Ye Ling immediately noticed the bruises on Su Xiyue's neck, which were clearly caused by pinching, and his handsome face instantly darkened.

He pulled her close, his silver eyes freezing as his fingertips traced the bruises on her neck. "He hurt you?"

Su Xiyue was about to answer.

Xuan Yuanming suddenly walked over and took her hand, his expression increasingly remorseful: "Yue'er, forgive me."

He looked as wronged and guilty as a little puppy.

Su Xiyue sighed helplessly, too lazy to bother with the matter. If it weren't for the identity conversion card, things would probably be even worse.

"He went crazy, and so did I, but it's all over now."

She glanced at the men staring intently at her: "You're all coming back to the cave with me to sleep!"

Apart from Xuanyuan Ming himself.

Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming all had their brows furrowed so deeply they could have tied themselves into knots.

They had a feeling that something was going on between the two, but since Yue'er didn't want to talk about it, they didn't press her for details.

The group was about to go inside.

She paused, then suddenly looked at Xuan Yuanming, "You sleep on the outermost side, Ye Ling will sleep next to you, then Xuan Ming, and Mo Lin and Qing Zhu will sleep next to me. That's the arrangement for tonight."

He left those words behind and went into the cave.

The five men froze instantly.

Why am I sleeping on the outermost side?

Xuanyuan Ming's dark golden eyes narrowed instantly.

On his first night as Yue'er's beast husband, he was sent to sleep on the outermost side.

Why does it feel like it's been relegated to the sidelines?
It's all that witch's fault; she tried to harm me even on her deathbed.

Ye Ling sneered, "It's good enough that I didn't throw you out of the cave."

I was actually just as unhappy, so why was it the second to last?
Mo Lin followed Su Xiyue inside, but his voice drifted out: "If you keep making noise, you don't need to come in."

Qingzhu was very happy, finally able to sleep with Yue'er in her arms.

(End of this chapter)