Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before he could finish speaking, three pairs of eyes stared at his face, their eyes shining brightly!

Before Lin Quan could speak, Qiao Jingjing's eyes widened suddenly, and she blurted out:

"Could it be... a time-space mirror?"

The thing that made Lin Quan solemnly gather the three of them together and call it "great news"—

She couldn't think of anything else besides the time-space mirror.

After all, the four of them had been inseparable lately, and they all knew exactly who had picked up what, who had hit what, and who had realized what.

As soon as Qiao Jingjing finished speaking, Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing were both stunned, their eyes widening suddenly!

Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush any longer and nodded slightly to the three of them: "Yes, I just returned last night when a message exploded in my mind—"

"The Time-Space Mirror has been restarted; the portals to all realms can be connected at any time..."

In fact, the three women had been speculating anxiously for some time. But when Lin Quan finally nodded in confirmation, saying that the mirror could really tear open the boundary again and sign a new contract, their chests felt as if they had been gently bumped by something: they were filled with an irrepressible joy, but also with a subtle, indescribable bitterness.

The unknown world was certainly alluring, but the thought that soon someone would come walking on light and dust and call him "husband"—whether gentle, sharp, or aloof—made the three of them feel a tightness in their hearts, as if they were being gently entangled by a thin thread.

Lin Quan glanced at their slightly changed expressions and understood perfectly. He simply smiled calmly and said, "Come on, let's see where it's taking us this time."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and all four soul bones disappeared into his palm. Then, he took a step forward, and the four of them walked side by side into the living room.

call--

Qiao Jingjing slightly raised her fingertips, and the living room door closed silently, like a butterfly wing lifted by the wind.

After settling onto the sofa, Lin Quan didn't waste any time. He immediately focused his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness and uttered a low shout: "Guide!"

hum-

In an instant, the brand on the back of his hand suddenly lit up, and tiny silver lights, like stardust, rose up and gathered without dispersing, condensing into a floating bronze mirror—the image was clear and the patterns were ancient and simple, exactly the same as the original.

The mirror surface was filled with swirling mist, rising and spreading like a living thing, before suddenly receding, leaving not a trace behind.

The image finally appeared.

Four pairs of eyes were instantly fixed on the mirror—

First, there was a vast blue sky, with drifting clouds stretching and rolling;

Next came several cities, as small as anthills, which flew past in the mirror.

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but blurt out, "The last time Brother Quan came looking for me, it was the same scene..."

Before Lin Quan could respond, Qiao Jingjing smiled and added, "Yes, the first time it appeared as a still lake, but it stabilized later and landed at Mantuo Villa."

She smiled slightly, her eyes flashing: "At that time, Sister Yuyan was leaning against the warm jade pool, combing her hair."

"I'm not far behind—I first met my husband while soaking in a hot spring."

"It was Sister Zhuqing who had the most dangerous experience. She was chased by her own sister and had to climb over walls and leap off cliffs, only to step into the trap set up by her husband."

"I wonder if we'll run into some 'coincidence' again this time?"

After she finished speaking, she raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Lin Quan.

Lin Quan remained calm and composed.

Wang Yuyan's ears suddenly burned and her cheeks flushed crimson—they had witnessed the whole scene!

Before the words had even finished, the scenery in the mirror had already changed rapidly. In just a few breaths, a city nestled between mountains and water slowly emerged: verdant peaks, winding streams, upturned eaves, and a light mist.

"So beautiful..." the three women exclaimed in unison.

"The mountains are green, the water is flowing, but the more I look at it, the more it resembles..."

Wang Yuyan suddenly frowned, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Her pause caused Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing to pause as well, their gazes returning to the mirror—the outline of the city, the contours of the distant mountains, the meandering water… there was a certain familiarity about it, yet they couldn’t quite place where it came from.

The scene in the mirror suddenly zoomed in, revealing steep mountains and a mirror-like surface of water.

Wang Yuyan sat up abruptly, her voice trembling slightly: "Snow on Cangshan Mountain... Moon over Erhai Lake..."

"This place...it bears a striking resemblance to Dali, a place I've heard so much about!"

Wang Yuyan blurted out, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief. The reason she recognized it at a glance was entirely due to fragments of old stories her mother had told her in her youth—the novel Qiao Jingjing had brought back had acted as a key, quietly unlocking long-buried memories in her heart. She had scoured ancient books and consulted countless maps, paying special attention to the Duan family's former territory, even repeatedly sketching the cloud shadows of Cangshan Mountain and the sound of the Erhai Lake's tides!

At this moment, the bronze mirror gleamed, reflecting the verdant mountains and winding blue waters. Her heart skipped a beat—wasn't that the most famous landscape in the Duan family's royal domain?

A glint flashed in Lin Quan's eyes, but he remained impassive. He had a premonition, but dared not assert it: the snow-capped Cangshan Mountains and the moonlit Erhai Lake—such scenery was not unique among the myriad realms. To truly confirm the ownership of this realm, they would have to wait for the anchor point to be established and the aura to be locked.

Swah——

The mirror suddenly shrank, and the image swooped down like a falcon, plunging into the depths of the city below, finally landing in a quiet courtyard room.

The next moment, Qiao Jingjing, Wang Yuyan, and Zhu Zhuqing all raised their eyebrows, their lips curving into mischievous smiles, their gazes fixed intently on Lin Quan's face.

Lin Quan looked down at the bronze mirror—the mirror was filled with steam and the mist had not yet dissipated. A slender woman with beautiful features was leaning against the bathtub, her black hair hanging down her shoulders and her skin as smooth as cream… His throat tightened, he opened his mouth, then silently closed it again, leaving only a face full of embarrassment.

This is the fourth cross-industry collaboration.

Zhu Zhuqing's contract was hastily signed after a brush with death; but Qiao Jingjing, Wang Yuyan, and even this visitor from the New Territories—without exception, all of them first met in the bathroom!

He met three pairs of smiling yet piercing eyes, coughed dryly, and raised his hands in surrender: "It's really not my fault! The Time Mirror chose the time itself..."

"Do you think we believe it or not?" the three women said in unison, their eyelids lifting in unison, their expressions full of undisguised mockery.

Qiao Jingjing smiled and tapped the mirror with her fingertip: "If Sister Zhu Qing hadn't been being chased at the time, she probably would have signed the contract with her hair wet too."

Before the words were finished—

Whoosh!

The sound of water suddenly arose in the mirror.

All four eyes turned to her—the woman was languidly tilting her head back, her jade-like neck long and slender, water droplets sliding down her collarbone, exuding an air of ease and composure.

"Should we anchor the target?"

A silent message, like a cold spring pouring down, entered Lin Quan's sea of ​​consciousness.

His mind raced, and he declared decisively: "Anchor!"

Swah——

The woman in the mirror suddenly stopped, her gaze sharp as a blade, sweeping across the air!

The plain white undergarment on the clothes rack floated into the air with a sound, its fluttering sleeves already covering her exquisite figure; with a light touch of her toes on the edge of the bathtub, she soared up like a crane, landing with her clothes neatly arranged and her hair tied up.

Clang——

A sword rang out, tearing through the air! A flash of cold light appeared, and a slender, green blade was already firmly held in her palm. Barefoot, she trod the rooftops with lightning speed, her body radiating a chilling aura. The tip of her sword pointed diagonally into the void, her voice as cold as frost:

"Which senior is making fun of winter clothes?"