Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

The bed in the bedroom at dusk.

Yao Xixue sat beside Lin Che, gently wiping his body. His handsome face was now covered with wrinkles.

“Brother Lin, Ye’er is already asleep. Tomorrow, could we accompany him to take a stroll around Qingshan Lake nearby? What he wants most is for you to be with him.”

Lin Che closed his eyes to rest and said softly, "You come with me. I need to continue my comprehension here and can't get away."

Upon hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed in Yao Xixue's eyes. Ever since Ye'er was created, Lin Che had rarely cared about him, and even the most basic daily life was done by Yao Xixue herself.

However, it wasn't that Lin Che was a heartless tool, but rather that she didn't want to cause Lin Ye grief in the final years of his life, and she didn't want to invest too much emotion in him.

The so-called Great Dao is inherently ruthless. How can emotions be born on a path of ruthlessness, especially when it comes to comprehending the meaning of a state of mind?

Yao Xixue's towel suddenly stopped, water droplets rolled down her wrinkled knuckles, leaving dark marks on Lin Che's pale hand.

She looked down at Lin Gege's body, which was curled up like a withered tree, and suddenly remembered the first time they met a hundred years ago. The boy who came from the top of Kunlun Mountain under the moon, his clothes fluttering, even the stars became his adornment.

You always say that the Great Way is heartless.

Yao Xixue's voice trembled, as if there was a ball of poisoned cotton stuck in her throat, "But on the day Ye'er was born, your eyes were clearly red."

Lin Che's eyelashes trembled violently, and his fingers, hidden under the covers, gripped the sheets tightly as those deliberately sealed memories suddenly surged up.

The twilight outside the window grew heavier, and the hoarse cries of crows pierced through the windowpanes.

Lin Che suddenly opened his eyes, and in his cloudy pupils he saw Yao Xixue's reddened eyes. Only then did he realize that the white hair at her temples had somehow crept up her black hair.

Lin Che tried to raise his hand to smooth her messy hair, but found his arm felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"I will be waiting for you by the carriage at dawn tomorrow."

The hoarse voice startled the crows perched on the branches, and Lin Che turned his face away, refusing to look at his wife's eyes that suddenly lit up.

Moonlight climbed onto the windowsill, casting spiderweb-like cracks between the two hunched figures. No one saw that deep bloody marks had been drawn on his palm.

……

The next day.

Lin Che led Yao Xixue and Lin Ye toward the shore of Qingshan Lake outside the city. Few people came here, so only the three of them were there.

Yao Xixue held Lin Ye's small hand, her face serene and smiling.

It seems that being able to stroll along the shores of Qingshan Lake with Lin Che in this lifetime is the most perfect thing in my life.

Lin Che glanced at Yao Xixue, who was no longer the daughter of Blood Ancestor Yao Xinghai, and his expression changed slightly. In the end, he didn't continue speaking the words he was about to say.

Yao Xixue then said, "Brother Lin, I forgot to tell you, Ye'er has recently condensed demonic power, and is currently equivalent to..."

"You let him cultivate?"

Lin Che suddenly stopped and looked at Yao Xixue in front of him, frowning slightly as he said, "I already told you last time not to let him come into contact with demonic power, why didn't you listen to me?"

Yao Xixue bit her lip tightly, "I...I don't want to..."

"The Great Dao is a cycle of reincarnation, existing in this world is a product of creation. Aren't you afraid of damaging your Dao heart by doing this?" After all, a puppet is just a puppet, completely lacking its own flesh and blood, and will never truly transform into a human in this life. Therefore, if you let him cultivate, the final outcome will be that he will die alone and never have his own offspring.

Yao Xixue looked at Lin Ye beside her and still couldn't bear it. After all, even if he was a puppet, his blood was still hers.

"By doing this, you will only harm him. Years later, you will find that he will be alone for the rest of his life. Is this the result you want?"

Yao Xixue hugged Lin Ye tightly. Years of contact had made her feel like a mother to Lin Ye.

Therefore, Yao Xixue could not see her son no matter what, because Shouyuan eventually passed away.

Seeing Yao Xixue's decision, Lin Che didn't say anything more. He just glanced at her and then turned and left.

Lin Ye asked curiously, "Mother, what's wrong with Father? Why is he so angry?"

Yao Xixue squatted down, rubbed Lin Ye's head, and said gently, "That's just how your father is, Ye'er. You must work hard to cultivate and strive to become the Demon Emperor who rules the world one day."

Lin Ye nodded obediently and said confidently, "Don't worry, Mother, I will definitely break through my cultivation level and make sure you live a good life."

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Before we knew it, another ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Twenty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye, leaving Lin Che's face full of wrinkles. He no longer has the handsome appearance he once had, and now looks like a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Lin Che didn't say anything about the change in his appearance. After all, this was just the life of an ordinary person. If one couldn't even accept this, how could one comprehend the Dao?

Tie Dan is now married with a five-year-old child who comes to Lin Che's house every time, wanting to learn how to brew wine from Grandpa Lin.

"Grandpa Lin, Grandpa Lin, my dad said you like roast chicken, so he asked me to bring some for you. But I'm a little... hungry. Can I have a chicken leg?"

A five-year-old child ran in, holding a steaming hot roast chicken in his hands, and handed it to Lin Che, saying, "Grandpa Lin, my dad also said that you should eat less greasy food, it's not good for your health."

Lin Che tore off a chicken leg and pushed the rest in front of the child: "Grandpa Lin will only eat one chicken leg today, and the rest are for you."

Tie Zhu laughed and said, "Hehe, thank you, Grandpa Lin. I'll head back now and bring you some delicious food tomorrow."

Lin Che rubbed Tie Zhu's head, turned around to look at the furnishings in the room, and then exhaled a deep breath.

Lin Che, whose hair and beard are now completely white, stroked his goatee, stepped out of the room, and looked at the street, which had long since changed beyond recognition.

Over the years, Tie Dan's parents have aged considerably. After all, Lin Che has been here for over twenty years, and they are now in their sixties, with full heads of white hair and looking incredibly weathered.

The lifespan of ordinary people is no more than a hundred years. Most people are already doing very well if they can live to sixty or seventy, let alone the fact that they are already over sixty.

If Tie Dan's father had married and had children earlier, he might already have a large family by now.

someday.

Lin Che sat cross-legged, exhaling hot, turbid air from his mouth and nose. Countless fireflies formed from spiritual energy had appeared within three feet of him, each firefly shimmering with a peculiar light.

(End of this chapter)