Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

The moment the voice uttered "Sister-in-law," the air in the room froze.

Jiang Yining froze, as memories from the illusion of the Mountain and River Map flooded back like a tide.

That sickly younger brother-in-law who always sat in a wheelchair, his head covered with a white silk scarf, and could locate sounds by listening.

He would quietly help her out when she was being harassed.

He would silently stay by her side, listening to the sound of scissors, as she mended clothes late at night.

Although I know it's fake, the dependence and warmth of those times were real.

"Situ Kong."

Jiang Yining took a deep breath and reached out to pry his hands off her waist.

"That's an illusion, wake up."

"I'm not thinking straight!"

Situ Kong, who is usually always joking and weighing the pros and cons, was now acting like a spoiled child, clinging tightly to her waist and refusing to let go.

He even aggravated his injuries by using too much force, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

"Are you crazy?"

Jiang Yining dared not exert any more force, fearing she might actually kill him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Situ Kong got up, pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed, and leaned over her, pinning her against the bedpost.

The two were extremely close, their breaths mingling.

His face, which always carried a shrewd and calculating air, was now filled with vulnerability and paranoia.

"The illusion is fake, but the people who participate are real."

Situ Kong grabbed Jiang Yining's hand and pressed it against his wildly beating heart.

"My wife, the feelings I had for you in the illusion were never an act."

"Do you know what I was thinking when I was deducing the backlash from the heavenly secrets just now?"

He lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Jiang Yining's neck, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"I'm wondering, if I were to die like this, would you shed a single tear for me?"

At this point, Situ Kong's voice choked with emotion.

In that lifetime, he watched helplessly as she stood in front of him, pierced by a thousand arrows, and vanished as starlight.

That excruciating pain, even back in reality, still haunted him in his midnight dreams.

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at the man in front of her.

He is the renowned Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the mastermind behind the intelligence network of the cultivation world, and a cunning businessman who can bankrupt countless sects with a single word.

But now, he's just a man who's afraid of losing.

"I'm not dead, I'm perfectly fine."

Jiang Yining sighed, raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, her tone softening.

"You won't die. With me here, even the King of Hell won't dare to take you."

This sentence was like flipping a switch.

The suppressed emotions in Situ Kong's eyes erupted instantly.

"I knew my sister-in-law cared about me."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the lips that haunted his dreams.

It carried the smell of blood, and was filled with grievances and longing.

"Well……"

Jiang Yining's eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to push him away.

But when her palm touched his hot and trembling chest, she couldn't muster any strength.

His kisses were urgent and chaotic, without any rhyme or reason, as if he wanted to swallow her whole and knead her into his very bones.

"My wife... don't push me away..."

He murmured indistinctly, "Just this once... just let me be willful this once..."

Jiang Yining's rationality was crumbling.

This guy is taking advantage of his injuries to play the victim and sell his battle-damaged gear, which is really unfair!

Her hand slowly moved upwards, eventually slipping into his messy long hair. She gave up resisting and even responded gently.

This slight response was like the most potent medicine to Situ Kong.

He groaned, his movements becoming bolder, and he gripped the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss.

Situ Kong had not seen such a perfectly grown peach for a long time.

I still remember how these peaches used to belong to him every day; he would watch them being washed with water, so beautiful and vibrant…

"My wife, look, she still remembers me..."

"Situ Kong, shut up..."

After a while, Jiang Yining pushed him away: "Alright, your injuries are serious... healing is the priority."

Situ Kong raised his head, his luscious lips vividly beautiful: "This is healing, please have mercy, my lady..."

……

Half an hour later, at the corner of the corridor.

A tall, slender figure stood silently in the shadows.

Chu Jinglan's knuckles turned white from excessive force, and he almost crushed the fan in his hand.

His hearing was incredibly sharp.

Enough for him to hear the sounds coming from inside.

Those suppressed gasps...

Every sound was like a dull knife, cutting into his heart.

Confucius said: "Do not listen to what is contrary to propriety."

Chu Jinglan silently recited in his heart, trying to use the teachings of the sage to suppress the violent killing intent that was about to burst forth from his chest.

But he couldn't do it.

That was his wife! Now she's in another man's arms.

Chu Jinglan lifted his foot, wanting to rush in.

I want to use my righteous spirit to blast that opportunistic schemer into dust.

But he took a step and then abruptly stopped.

What happens after you go inside?

Should we kill Situ Kong? Or should we question Jiang Yining?

The current situation is a fragile balance that the few men are barely maintaining.

Ji Lingxiao is the father of Da Bao, he is the father of Er Bao, and Ye Wuhen is the father of San Bao.

And Situ Kong... his intelligence network is an indispensable part of the Desolate Abyss.

More importantly, Jiang Yining seems to have an unbreakable bond with each of them.

If he rushes in now and tears down this facade, there will only be one outcome—

Everyone turned against each other, and the desolate abyss fell apart.

At a time when the Blood Moon Beast Tide is about to descend, this is undoubtedly courting death.

For the children, for the home she wanted to protect.

He had to endure it.

"Click."

The folding fan in his hand finally succumbed to the pressure and turned into a pile of dust.

Even the shattering of a top-grade magic weapon pales in comparison to the pain in my heart.

Chu Jinglan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly swallowed back the bitterness and anger.

When he opened his eyes again, the murderous intent in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only a bottomless darkness.

He turned around and disappeared without a sound at the end of the corridor like a ghost.

inside the room.

Jiang Yining suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong?"

Situ Kong stopped what he was doing, looking at her with tender eyes, a tear still clinging to the corner of his eye, making him look exceptionally alluring.

Jiang Yining turned her head and looked out the window.

For a fleeting moment, she seemed to sense a familiar aura of righteousness, but it vanished in an instant.

Is it just my imagination?

"It's nothing."

Jiang Yining snapped out of her daze, looked at the man in front of her, whose clothes were half off and whose eyes were full of expectation, and sighed inwardly.

Forget it.

Let's consider tonight... a special treat for the injured.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Situ Kong's neck, then kissed him.

"Focus."