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

Looking at Li Muwan, who seemed just like when they first met, Lin Che stood up, his handsome face softening slightly.

Li Muwan stepped over and, in front of everyone, threw herself into Lin Che's arms, feeling the warmth emanating from him.

She hadn't experienced this feeling in many years.

Lin Che stroked Li Muwan's hair, looked at her cherry lips, and couldn't help but gently bite them.

The sudden display of affection caused the onlookers to blush. Some turned their heads away, while others quietly took a few steps back, but they couldn't help but steal glances at this rare scene.

Li Qiqing and the others tactfully raised their hands to form a seal, setting up a soundproof barrier to shut out the noise from the outside world, leaving only a quiet space exclusively for the two of them.

After a long while, the two slowly separated. Li Muwan's cheeks were flushed red, her forehead pressed against Lin Che's chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she whispered, "For the past three hundred years, I have been longing for your return every day..."

Before she could finish speaking, her voice was already choked with sobs.

Lin Che hugged the person in his arms tighter, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I made you suffer."

Lin Che raised his hand to brush away the faint dark circles under Li Muwan's eyes, his eyes filled with heartache, and said, "From now on, I will never leave your side again."

Hearing her husband's words, Li Muwan blushed slightly and gently poked Lin Che's nose with her finger.

“Silly boy, I know you’re always busy, so I also know I can’t let you feel worried. As long as you have Wan’er in your heart, Wan’er will be content.”

Lin Che looked at Hongdie and Zhou Ru. The two of them had grown up and were now young women. They were beautiful and charming, and made people want to be close to them.

Hongdie's eyes reddened slightly as she watched Lin Che and Li Muwan embrace.

She bit her lip, and finally couldn't help but take a step forward, fluttering into Lin Che's arms like a butterfly.

“Master…”

Hongdie's voice trembled slightly as she buried her face in Lin Che's shoulder, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes onto the ground.

"Red Butterfly misses you too..."

Lin Che was slightly taken aback, then gently patted her back and smiled, "You're such a grown woman now, why do you still act like a child?"

Hongdie raised her head, her bright eyes brimming with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She gave a soft hum and said, "In front of Master, Hongdie will always be a child."

As she spoke, she buried her face back, greedily inhaling the familiar scent emanating from Lin Che.

Seeing this, Zhou Ru pursed her lips, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately stood still and did not step forward, but his fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of his clothes.

Seeing this, Li Muwan smiled gently, took Zhou Ru's hand, and said softly, "Silly girl, what are you standing there for?"

Zhou Ru's cheeks flushed slightly. Encouraged by Li Muwan's gaze, she finally cautiously approached and gently rested her head on Lin Che's other shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of the three women in his arms, Lin Che felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He sighed dramatically, "Alas, my old bones can't withstand this kind of torment."

Upon hearing this, Hongdie chuckled, but her eyes welled up with tears even more. She lightly punched Lin Che's chest and scolded, "Master hasn't changed at all; he's still so fond of joking."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the four of them, casting long, long shadows that seemed to stretch to the very end of time.

The surrounding cultivators, witnessing this heartwarming scene, couldn't help but smile knowingly.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

In the quiet room, Li Muwan, who had just finished a battle, leaned against Lin Che's chest. Her beautiful face was flushed with shyness, clearly showing that the long-awaited reunion made her very happy.

Li Muwan ran her fingers over Lin Che's chest and smiled, "I thought my husband would be rough after so long, but I didn't expect him to still be so gentle."

Lin Che chuckled softly, gently lifting her chin with his fingertips, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "What, does my wife think I'm not domineering enough?"

Li Muwan's ears turned slightly red, but she pretended to be calm and looked up at him, saying reproachfully, "I didn't say that, it's just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Che suddenly flipped her over and pinned her down, his hot breath close to hers, his voice low and dangerous: "Just what?"

Li Muwan's heart suddenly raced, her fingertips instinctively tightening around his collar, yet she still defiantly scoffed, "It's just... after three hundred years apart, I thought you'd be even more..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed tightly. Unlike the previous tenderness and lingering, this kiss carried a hint of punishment, domineering and intense, almost suffocating her.

After a long while, Lin Che stepped back slightly, his fingertips caressing her slightly swollen lips, and chuckled softly, "Now? Is it rough enough?"

Li Muwan's breathing was slightly disordered. She glared at him with bright eyes, but couldn't hide the joy in them. Finally, she gently punched him and whispered, "...You rascal."

Lin Che laughed, pulled her back into his arms, kissed the top of her head, and said in a gentle voice, "I can never be too rough with you."

Li Muwan leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, falling on the two people's intertwined hair, as if time itself had become gentle at this moment.

…………

The next morning, the golden rooster crows.

Lin Che, who had just woken up from his sleep, sat up and looked at Li Muwan, who had already left, and felt a touch of tenderness.

Over the years, he has slept very well except when he was in his mortal form.

Inside the bamboo pavilion by the Huai River, Li Muwan sat on a chair, playing the guzheng amidst the radiant spring sunshine.

Each time it is played, countless creatures come to this place and let out joyful cries.

Lin Che nodded and smiled slightly, then quickly walked to Li Muwan's side, gently hugged her slender waist and placed her on his lap, while he rested his chin on Li Muwan's shoulder.

Li Muwan blushed and said in a soft, angry voice, "You're still touching me... Didn't you touch me enough last night? Besides, Hongdie and Xiaoru'er are here. It would be so embarrassing if they saw us..."

"The ancients said that the beauty of a woman is characterized by her dignified demeanor, graceful movements, and refined taste in calligraphy and painting. When people use words to describe the beauty of the world, there must be something extraordinary about her."

Lin Che gently stroked Li Muwan's cheek and said, "Having Wan'er in this life, I have no regrets."

"Look at what you're saying. Just stop flirting with other women outside. Aren't all the women at home enough for you?"

(End of this chapter)