Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 72 Little Dragon Girl Joins the Group Chat!

"Oh, a new person has arrived?"

Nalan Yanran stared at the line of large golden characters for two seconds, and was about to type a greeting when her fingers, hovering above the virtual keyboard, paused.

Little Dragon Girl.

She was all too familiar with that name.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain lies the Tomb of the Living Dead, where the legendary heroes, Condor Heroes and Rebels, have vanished from the martial world.

That screen image, revered by countless people, is the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect who was entangled with Yang Guo throughout his life.

"Another one who transmigrated into the female lead's body—"

Nalan Yanran shook her head, leaned back in her chair, and typed a line of text in the air with her fingers.

[Nalan Yanran: Welcome, newcomer!]

The message was sent, but there was no response.

Wanwan's profile picture lit up first.

[Wanwan the Witch: The Little Dragon Girl from The Return of the Condor Heroes?]

[Zi Ling: That's really something. The scope of their business is too broad—wuxia, fantasy, xianxia, ​​romance, what's next, Journey to the West?]

[Lin Daiyu: The Return of the Condor Heroes — I have read it, but the story in the book, frankly, doesn't qualify as a very good match.]

[Wanwan the Witch: What do you mean by that, Daiyu? Didn't they end up together? Although the process was a bit tortuous, at least they were able to be together in the end.]

[Lin Daiyu: Sister Wanwan only saw the surface of "being together," but didn't see the countless wounds beneath. Let me ask you, who is the person Yang Guo truly loves in his heart?]

The group chat was silent for a moment.

[Zi Ling: Wait a minute, Daiyu, there's a hidden meaning in what you're saying! Yang Guo is in love with Xiaolongnu, isn't he? It's clearly written in the book!]

[Lin Daiyu: It's obvious, but I don't think so. Think about it, Yang Guo grew up on Peach Blossom Island, who was the first woman who moved his heart?]

【Wanwan the Witch: Guo Fu ————】

[Lin Daiyu: Exactly. That beautiful, captivating, and willful eldest daughter of the Guo family was the first thorn that truly pierced Yang Guo's heart.]

[Later, Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying, Gongsun Lüe, and Wanyan Ping—weren't they all women he provoked during his separation from Xiaolongnu?]

[To Lu Wushuang, he was playful and affectionate, hugging and cuddling; to Cheng Ying, he was gentle and considerate, his eyes conveying affection; to Gongsun Lüe, he used sweet words to coax her into stealing the Heart-Severing Pill for him; to Wanyan Ping, he called her "wife" affectionately at every turn.]

Is such a person truly devoted to only one person?

[Zi Ling: Hiss—Now that you mention it, Daiyu, there does seem to be a problem.]

[Nalan Yanran: And what about Xiaolongnu? Don't forget, she captured Yang Guo to "take him as a disciple," but in reality, it was for the purpose of cultivating the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.]

This skill requires two people to practice together, and also needs the internal energy cultivation method of the Quanzhen Sect as a guide—to put it bluntly, she needs a "tool" for practicing, a sparring partner who can help her break through her bottlenecks.

Yang Guo just happened to stumble upon it, that's all.

[Wanwan the Witch: Aren't you guys being a bit too cynical?]

[Lin Daiyu: Is it gloomy? What about Yin Zhiping's matter? The moonlight is like water, on the grass outside the ancient tomb, is she truly unaware?]

If they were truly completely ignorant, why did they only pursue but not kill them afterward?

If she was truly innocent, why, after so many years, did she simply say, "Guo'er, that person wasn't you," when they met again?

The group chat went completely silent.

Lin Daiyu leaned against the balustrade of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, her fingers lightly tapping on the virtual keyboard, a slight smile playing on her lips.

[Lin Daiyu: Perhaps in Xiaolongnu's heart, who she enjoyed that night's pleasure with wasn't a big deal. What she wanted was never just one particular man.]

As for who that person was—whether it was Yin Zhiping or Gongsun Zhi, Yang Guo or Zhou Botong—it probably wasn't that important to her.

[Zi Ling: Daiyu, did you take the wrong medicine today?]

[Lin Daiyu: I was merely speaking the truth. You all read *The Return of the Condor Heroes* as an epic romance, but I only see two selfish people, one seeking martial arts training, the other seeking escape, huddling together for warmth.]

What's there to envy about such a marriage?

【Wanwan the Witch: ————】

[Zi Ling: ————]

[Nalan Yanran: ————]

[Wanwan the Witch: I suddenly realize that Sister Daiyu sees things much more clearly than I do.]

[Purple Spirit: +1]

[Nalan Yanran: +1]

[Lin Daiyu: My dear sisters, you flatter me. I just feel that there aren't that many loves that last until death in this world. Most people just make do and get by, it's just that some people do it well, and some don't.]

She lowered her finger and her gaze fell on the few green bamboos in the yard.

The wind blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled.

Lin Daiyu's lips curled up slightly, and the melancholy that had lingered between her brows for years seemed to have faded somewhat, replaced by a rare radiance.

happy!

She had kept these words in her heart for a long time, and finally said them today.

As for whether the newcomer, Xiaolongnu, will see these messages—

Lin Daiyu tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

It's good to see that.

Inside the ancient tomb.

A cold, damp atmosphere surged in from all directions, carrying the scent of rocks and decaying wood, like the depths of the earth that had never seen sunlight for millions of years, with every breath heavy with moisture.

Several luminous pearls were embedded in the stone wall, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the underground tomb as if it were a moonlit night.

Stone tables, stone benches, stone beds—all the furnishings are simple and rustic, exuding a sense of tranquility far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

A thin layer of bedding was laid on the tatami mat. It looked a bit old, but it was folded neatly.

A woman in white was leaning against a couch.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with skin as smooth as jade and features so exquisite that they resembled works of art meticulously crafted by a craftsman.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, her nose was high and straight, her lips were bright red, and her black hair cascaded down her pillow like a waterfall. She looked like a figure who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese painting, aloof, otherworldly, and untouched by the world's hustle and bustle.

Ye Chen opened his eyes.

The moment his consciousness awoke from the chaos, a cool sensation flooded his mind, and memories of his past life surged forth like a tide, overwhelming him.

crossed.

The mystery of the womb has been fully revealed!

He pressed his hand against his chest, feeling the soft bulge, and froze.

There was a three-breath silence.

Then he reached down and peered under himself.

empty.

Looking down, she saw a woman dressed in white, as pure as snow, with her collar neatly folded and a white silk sash tied around her waist, her figure slender and graceful.

Ye Chen's expression changed repeatedly, finally turning into a long sigh.

"Okay————"

He looked at his own fair and slender hands.

Her ten fingers were long and slender, with rounded nails, like five works of art carved from white jade, turning over and over again.

"What a tragedy!"