Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Qiao Jingjing nodded slightly in agreement, then her gaze darkened as she looked at the several lacerated wounds on Zhu Zhuqing's arm and shoulder: "Sister Zhuqing, how did you get these wounds?"

"I……"

Zhu Zhuqing opened her lips as if to speak, but her throat felt blocked by something, the words stuck on the tip of her tongue, and only her fingertips trembled slightly.

Seeing that her lips moved but she made no sound, Qiao Jingjing stopped asking and turned her gaze to Lin Quan.

Lin Quan met that gaze and said decisively, "We'll discuss this in detail later."

"The most urgent task is to treat Zhu Qing's injuries—will the crystal core be helpful for healing?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced down at the gruesome wounds and nodded: "It's useful. The crystal core can not only cleanse the marrow and bones, but also accelerate the healing of flesh and blood."

"I was critically injured and on the verge of death when I was alive. I only managed to survive until I made a contract with you by consuming crystal cores."

She paused slightly, then looked up, her eyes sharp: "But you know the pain of taking it for the first time."

Lin Quan's spine stiffened, and his Adam's apple bobbed—the memory of that excruciating torture that tore his bones and burned his soul still made his fingertips go numb.

It hurts.

But after the pain, the feeling of being reborn is truly intense, ruthless, and addictive.

He remained silent for two breaths, his gaze settling steadily on Zhu Zhuqing's face: "Zhuqing, you heard everything just now. We have crystal cores that can fully heal your wounds, and even... reshape your bones."

"It was my first time taking it, and I had to endure the energy rush, which was excruciatingly painful."

Whether you eat it or not is entirely up to you.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Quan abruptly stopped, not uttering another word.

How to proceed from here is entirely up to Zhu Zhuqing to decide!

The two men stared intently at her. Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing clenched her teeth and said decisively, "I submit!"

Swah——

The resolute look that had just crossed her brows was suddenly replaced by a barely perceptible smile on Qiao Jingjing's icy face.

Before Lin Quan could raise her hand, she had already made a finger gesture, causing ripples to spread across the mirror surface, and a level-two crystal core shimmering with orange light appeared in her palm.

"This is a level two crystal core. It can not only heal all your old wounds, but also cleanse your marrow and bones, and rebuild your foundation..."

"They might even stumble upon a stroke of good fortune."

Zhu Zhuqing reached out and took it, tilted her head back and swallowed it, the action as crisp as drinking a bowl of water.

Seeing that she didn't even blink, Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing quickly exchanged a glance, and then quietly left the house one after the other.

"Ugh—!"

The door had just closed when a heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from inside the room.

The sound pierced his ears, and Lin Quan's heart sank, as if he had stepped back into the agony of his body tempering, where he had suffered excruciating pain from being scraped to the bone and burned to the bone.

The two had barely sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard when Qiao Jingjing couldn't contain herself and asked directly, "Just who is Zhu Zhuqing?"

Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush and recounted everything reflected in the time-space mirror—from her hasty escape and the signing of the contract to the turbulent undercurrents in the Martial Soul World.

It is said that the world there is also a world where extraordinary power reigns supreme, and when Zhu Zhuqing signed the contract, she was being forced to the edge of a cliff by pursuers!

Qiao Jingjing's lips moved, as if she wanted to ask but swallowed the question back, leaving only a silent, stunned expression.

Lin Quan saw this and sighed silently in his heart.

Where is this?

The continent of love in the Martial Soul World appears calm on the surface, but in reality, it is full of shockwaves—any one of these events, placed here or in the apocalypse, would be enough to shake the heavens and earth.

It seems more peaceful than the apocalypse, but the common people live a life more humble than ants, trampled underfoot by the nobles.

Ultimately, that world was no different from Qiao Jingjing's apocalypse: those with strong fists spoke, and those with cheap lives kept quiet.

After a moment of silence, Qiao Jingjing stared at Lin Quan's pensive profile, her brows furrowing slightly: "Judging from your tone... you seem quite familiar with Zhu Qing's world?"

Lin Quan didn't respond immediately, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his knee before he slowly spoke: "This matter needs to be traced back to its root..."

"Simply put, Zhu Qing's situation is like a compromise between our two worlds—"

"My place is in the 1950s, yours is decades later; but hers is more like a novel that has come to life, a movie that has come to life."

"If the time-space mirror hadn't intervened, it should have followed its predetermined path, turning the pages one by one..."

"But now, the pages are torn, the ink is flowing, and no one can guess what color will be spilled on the next page."

Qiao Jingjing listened with her eyes lowered, her fingertips quietly clenching.

Before she could speak, Lin Quan waved his hand with a smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about the weather: "Why worry so much?"

Me, you, Zhu Qing—aren't we all flesh and blood?

Knowing each other's backgrounds isn't necessarily a bad thing; it might just be the key to breaking the deadlock.

The two were talking in hushed tones when time slipped by silently in the courtyard.

The commotion inside the house gradually subsided.

Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing's eyes met, and they immediately stood up and quickly pushed open the door to enter.

Inside the room, Zhu Zhuqing had collapsed onto the floor, like a vine whose spine had been removed.

The mess beneath him, mixed with dark red blood and sticky cold sweat, left a large wet stain on the blue bricks.

If you look closely, you'll find that after being tempered by the crystal core, the hideous wounds on Zhu Zhuqing's body have long since scabbed over and faded, leaving only a few faint pink marks.

"I'll boil some water for Zhuqing, I'll leave this to you..."

Confirming that she was merely exhausted and had no internal injuries or abnormalities, Lin Quan didn't even lift his eyelids, uttered those words, and turned to push open the door and leave.

Before the echo of the door closing softly had even faded, Qiao Jingjing's usually cold and aloof face unexpectedly tugged upwards at the corners of her lips—very faint, yet genuine.

shuh...

When her gaze returned to Zhu Zhuqing, a shimmering white crystal core had quietly risen from her fingertip and silently disappeared into her lips.

The next instant, she slightly raised her wrist, and an invisible force suddenly lifted Zhu Zhuqing, who was slumped on the ground—her slender body floated in the air as if pulled by a silk thread, as light as a feather.

Under Qiao Jingjing's telekinetic control, the exhausted Zhu Zhuqing didn't even tremble her fingertips, like a jade sculpture that could be manipulated at will.

In a short while, Zhu Zhuqing's old clothes, covered in blood and torn and deformed, were quietly peeled off; a set of smooth, skin-hugging silk pajamas was now neatly draped over her slender yet curvaceous shoulders and back...

When Lin Quan returned with the copper kettle, he lifted the curtain and entered the room, only to find Zhu Zhuqing sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, her ears bright red, her eyelashes lowered, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, so ashamed that she almost wanted to shrink into the shadows.

Lin Quan abruptly stopped, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment—

But in that instant, he snapped back to his senses, hurriedly stepped back, and his voice rose dryly:

"The water's ready! Jingjing, take Zhuqing to wash up first..."

Admittedly, Zhu Zhuqing has exquisite features and a more voluptuous figure than Qiao Jingjing, and her precociousness is alarming.

But Lin Quan knew perfectly well that this girl was only twelve years old.