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

It was already evening when we returned to the bamboo forest behind the Hengyue Sect.

Hongdie had been waiting for a long time, seemingly wanting to have a proper talk with her master, Lin Che.

These past few days, Lin Che has been spending time with Li Muwan, and as a result, he has somewhat neglected Hongdie's longing for him, causing Hongdie to feel a suffocating heartache.

After learning about this, Lin Che also came to the Huai River Bamboo Pavilion. Looking at the worried-looking Red Butterfly in front of him, he smiled and said, "Who bullied my little Red Butterfly? Tell your master, and your master will help you get justice."

Hongdie turned around angrily, ignoring Lin Che: "Bad master, you are a bad master. All you do is do that kind of thing with your mistress and forget that Hongdie is waiting for you here."

Lin Che awkwardly touched his nose, turned around and sat down next to Hongdie, gently patted her head, and said, "Little Hongdie, it's just that your master hasn't seen your master's wife for a long time, so he forgot..."

Hongdie pouted and her eyes reddened as she said, "Bad Master, Hongdie misses you too, but your heart is with Master's wife. Hongdie doesn't like you anymore!"

Lin Che was already used to Hongdie's tantrums. After all, he had raised her himself, and he knew her better than anyone else what she was like.

Lin Che gently hugged Hongdie's shoulders, reached out and wiped away the tears on Hongdie's cheeks with his fingers, and said gently, "Master apologizes to you. Tell Master what you want, and Master will give you anything."

"Really?"

Red Butterfly immediately turned around, looking at the breathtakingly beautiful face in front of her, which made everyone feel suffocated. "Then teacher, close your eyes. What I want, you can't say."

Lin Che smiled helplessly and obediently closed her eyes. The bamboo leaves rustled around her, carrying a hint of the panic unique to young girls.

After a while, Lin Che suddenly felt a warm breath brush past his ear, followed by a soft touch gently pressing against his cheek.

Lin Che immediately opened his eyes, looked at the red butterfly in front of him, and was about to speak when the red butterfly put her finger to her lips.

The red butterfly touched her skin like a dragonfly skimming the water, her heart pounding like a drum, her chest aching. She gripped her skirt tightly, her fingertips turning white, yet she still forced herself to remain calm.

"This...this is punishment!"

Red Butterfly's voice trembled, and the last note almost disappeared in the wind.

At this moment, the tips of Red Butterfly's ears were so red they were almost bleeding, and a bamboo leaf was still stuck to the end of her hair, making her look like a frightened little deer.

Lin Che exhaled a deep breath, a soft laugh escaping his throat. He reached out to remove the bamboo leaf, but Hongdie suddenly grabbed his wrist.

She also understood that Hongdie had always liked her, and even Li Muwan knew this, so she would bring it up every time.

Li Muwan never felt unhappy because Lin Che accepted other people, and Hongdie was not much older than her. Every time, the two of them would chat in the bamboo forest like sisters.

"Master, you mustn't tell Master's wife!"

Red Butterfly looked up, her eyes still glistening with tears, "Otherwise...otherwise I'll never talk to you again!"

Although Hongdie's words were fierce, her reddened eyes and burning palms betrayed her surging emotions.

Lin Che stared at the stubborn face before him, and in a daze, he recalled the little bean sprout hiding behind the sword tassel when they first met.

She gently placed her hand on Red Butterfly's head, her voice extremely soft: "Okay, we won't tell anyone."

The warmth of her master's palm seeped through her hair, causing Hongdie to freeze, but she didn't flinch.

As dusk deepened and the bamboo shadows swayed, two figures quietly nestled together in the pavilion.

Li Muwan's voice called from afar. Lin Che responded, only to see Hongdie suddenly bury her face in his shoulder and mutter, "Just a little longer, just a little longer."

Lin Che looked at Hongdie in his arms and didn't say anything more, letting her bury her face in his chest.

Li Muwan noticed this direction as well, but didn't say anything. Instead, she smiled and turned to leave, giving Lin Che and Hongdie some time alone.

Over the next few days, Li Muwan intentionally or unintentionally created opportunities for Lin Che and Hongdie, making Hongdie feel as if countless ants were crawling on her body each time.

However, Lin Che did not give a final answer. After all, without Li Muwan's true consent, Lin Che could not get out of that relationship.

“Husband, you should know how Hongdie feels about you. Why are you hesitating to agree? She is a woman, just like us, and she has her own needs.”

Li Muwan sat in Lin Che's lap, poured him a cup of tea herself, and said with a serious face, "Hongdie is someone we've watched grow up, and we all know her personality."

"Moreover, over these past few centuries, her longing for you has been no less than mine. If it weren't for me being here, Red Butterfly would probably have already gone to other star systems to search for you."

Lin Che's grip on the teacup tightened slightly, causing tiny ripples to spread across the tea.

Li Muwan's words were like a key, unlocking the long-sealed shackles in his heart.

Over the years, he watched Hongdie grow from a naive child into a graceful young woman, but he always regarded that innocent feeling as a dependence between master and disciple.

Only now, Wan'er's gentle yet firm words made Lin Che look directly at the burning passion hidden in Hongdie's eyes for so many years.

"But."

Lin Che gently gripped the teacup in his hand, hesitating to speak, as if a bamboo leaf was stuck in his throat.

"I'm afraid I'll make her feel wronged."

Li Muwan chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing the wrinkles between his brows.

"You just overthink things."

Li Muwan turned around and pressed her cheek against Lin Che's chest, listening to her husband's steady heartbeat. "What Hongdie wanted was never a title. Over the years, she has silently stayed at Hengyue Sect, managing sect affairs for me and keeping me company through countless nights when I missed you."

"She knows better than anyone that being able to stay by your side is already a blessing."

A night breeze swept through the hall, causing the gauze curtains to flutter gently.

Lin Che gazed at the gradually rounding moon outside the window, his thoughts drifting back hundreds of years. Back then, when he was in the Snow Kingdom, Hongdie always loved to clutch the hem of his clothes and follow behind him, calling out "Master" in her clear voice.

Now, that timid little girl is already capable of standing on her own, and even in the years since he left, she has supported half of the Hengyue Sect with her frail shoulders.

After a night of consideration and with Li Muwan's help, Lin Che finally decided to let go of his previous thoughts.

Lin Che finally found Red Butterfly in the bamboo forest where he was doing his morning exercise.

At this moment, Red Butterfly held a long sword, her figure as light as a butterfly, and the bells on the sword tassel jingled with each move.

Sensing someone approaching, Red Butterfly sheathed her sword and turned around, her earlobes flushing uncontrollably again: "Master, Master."

"Little Red Butterfly".

Lin Che slowly stepped forward, reached out and stroked the strands of hair at her temple that were damp with sweat, and said gently:

“Last night, Master finally figured it out. You’ve worked hard all these years. From now on, it’s my turn to take care of you.”

(End of this chapter)