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She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, very pretty, with picturesque features. However, her gaze was subtle, fixed on the bowl of soup in Li Mochou's bowl, her expression filled with longing.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Is this Wang Yuyan?

Red Snake Fairy: Yes.

Curly-haired boy: Auntie, I know you're in need of a niece-in-law! Look at me, look at me! Gin-san, I promise I'll always love your niece!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ugh, disgusting uncle.

This is an actor: Hurry up and give the child a couple of bites, she is crying because of her greed. See, the crystal clear tears at the corners of her mouth are about to flow down.

Book artist: Hahahaha, these are crystal clear tears.

The guy with the shark face: You cry so sadly, it’s really heartbreaking.

Hatchet Girl: Is there something wrong with my cognition? The Wang Yuyan in the original Tian Long (Tian Long) novel doesn’t seem to be like this!

Red Snake Fairy: I am also embarrassed, but her mother is here.

Li Mochou knew very well that if she gave Wang Yuyan this bowl of pigeon soup, her mother would definitely spank her. This was not the first time such a thing had happened; there was a real case.

So for the sake of the girl's butt, Li Mochou could only pretend to ignore her gaze and reluctantly drink the whole bowl of soup.

Under Wang Yuyan's resentful gaze, Li Mochou picked up the silk cloth on the table and wiped the corners of her mouth. She said calmly, "It seems that your craftsmanship has not deteriorated at all over the years."

"As long as you like it." Li Qingluo's eyes were filled with excitement at being praised by her sister, completely devoid of the coldness and arrogance she portrayed in the original novel. "Since you're back this time, you won't leave so soon, will you?"

590 Crazy Spoiler

The second time.

Li Mochou sighed inwardly and felt speechless.

She had just traveled to this world for just half an hour, and her cheap sister asked her twice in a row to stay at home for a while longer. How serious is her sister complex?

However, seeing the other person's expectant eyes, she finally suppressed her desire to complain and nodded gently, saying, "I should stay for a while and teach Yan'er martial arts."

"Okay, great!" Li Qingluo's face showed excitement again. She said, "In that case, Yan'er will be left to you for the time being. Don't feel sorry for her, she's just lazy."

You are truly my dear mother!

Wang Yuyan, caught in the crossfire, looked at her mother in astonishment, her face filled with bewilderment. This discrepancy in treatment was too obvious, wasn't it? Was she really adopted?

What do you mean by lazy? Am I really lazy? I've read almost all the martial arts books in the Langhuan Jade Cave! I know every move and every form by heart. How can I call this lazy?

The girl felt quite sad and angry, but she did not dare to refute.

Her mother would only be sincere and reasonable with this aunt, and was rude to others. Even her daughter was no exception. If she dared to refute her, she would be whipped.

Wang Yuyan, who didn't want to be beaten, could only take a deep breath and lower her head silently.

"Has that woman been here recently?" After a moment's silence, Li Mochou suddenly looked at her adopted sister and asked.

Li Qingluo was slightly stunned, a complex expression on her face. "Not really."

Of course she knew who the woman her sister was talking about was. It was their biological mother, Li Qiushui.

Since they were young, Li Qiushui had barely taken care of them. Not only that, but when they were living in a cave deep in the valley of Wuliang Mountain, their mother had even openly appeared before them with her male lover.

Because of this, her younger sister, Li Mochou, bore a grudge against her mother. She even called her a fickle, shameless woman to her face. No wonder her father, Wuyazi, didn't want to see her again.

Upon hearing this, her mother flew into a rage and slapped Li Mochou severely, injuring her. If Li Qingluo hadn't begged her, she and her sister would have been separated forever.

"It's good that you haven't been here." Li Mochou nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

She could accept Li Qingluo as her adopted sister, but she obviously couldn't accept Li Qiushui as her sick mother. If she really appeared before her, Li Mochou would probably stab her to death with a sword.

After all, through the memories instilled by the system, Li Mochou had completely absorbed her identity in this world. The experiences of her childhood and the deep-seated resentment she felt were all very real.

Besides, Li Qiushui was indeed a bereaved mother. Ever since she separated from Wuyazi, she had completely lost all love for her daughters and only considered them a burden.

But compared to Li Mochou's pure hatred, Li Qingluo actually had some feelings for her. "Mochou, I think mother might have something to hide."

"Her unspeakable secret?" Li Mochou sneered, "Is her unspeakable secret because we are a burden to her, so she can't be at ease as the Empress Dowager in Xixia?"

"What?" Before Li Qingluo could speak, Wang Yuyan asked in astonishment, "Grandma is the Empress Dowager of Western Xia?"

The girl was a little surprised.

She knew that she had a grandmother, and she had heard from her mother that her grandmother was extremely skilled in martial arts, so much so that even her cousin could not withstand more than two moves from her.

But he hadn't expected that this grandmother had such a powerful background, the Empress Dowager of Western Xia? So, was he also a relative of the Western Xia royal family?

"Is this true?" Li Qingluo was also a little bit unbelievable. She hadn't received any news from her mother in so many years, but she never thought that she had become the Queen Mother of Western Xia.

"You should know that I never lie." Li Mochou nodded calmly.

"This is truly... If my deceased father got this news, I'm afraid..."

"You're wrong again."

"what?"

"Wuyazi is not dead." Li Mochou revealed another big news, saying calmly, "He is currently at Leigu Mountain."

Father is not dead?

Li Qingluo's eyes widened in disbelief, "This is impossible! Mother told me in person that my father went astray from practicing martial arts and died from severed meridians!"

"She lied to you." Li Mochou shook her head and said, "If she didn't say that, how could she have covered up her sins?"

"Sin?" Wang Yuyan was stunned, her expression confused.

"Do you remember Ding Chunqiu?" Li Mochou ignored the girl and asked while still looking at Li Qingluo.

"Remember." Li Qingluo nodded, her eyes revealing deep disgust.

She hated many people in her life, such as Duan Zhengchun and his lovers. Each of them disgusted her, and she wished she could tear them into pieces. But the only one she truly hated was Ding Chunqiu.

Because this guy had once committed adultery with her mother, and Li Qingluo had witnessed it with her own eyes. Moreover, it was right next to her sleeping father, which caused a devastating blow to Li Qingluo's young heart.

"Ding Chunqiu once conspired with Li Qiushui to kill Wuyazi," Li Mochou said calmly, "They attacked him from behind and pushed him off the cliff of Wuliang Mountain. However, Wuyazi survived and was saved by Su Xinghe."

"This, this..." Li Qingluo's pupils trembled violently, and her whole body trembled. "My mother, she actually..."

"How could this happen?" Wang Yuyan was also shocked, her face blank. "How could Grandma be like this? She actually conspired with outsiders to kill Grandpa? Why on earth is this happening?"

The distortion of human nature and the decline of morality?

Li Mochou wanted to complain, but she held the words back. "Love turns to hate."

It turned out to be the case.

Li Qingluo took a deep breath and believed it. Not only because she knew her sister would never lie, but also because she knew her mother was just like that, destroying anything she couldn't get.

She had discovered this kind of thing when she lived with her father and mother. Now it seemed that her mother's personality was even more twisted than she had imagined.

"Sister, are you planning to avenge our father?" Li Qingluo gradually recovered from the shock and asked in a trembling voice.

She didn't want to see that scene. The thought of her sister killing her mother with her own hands was too cruel for her.

591 Chanter

"What do you think, Yan'er?" Li Mochou did not answer directly, but looked at Wang Yuyan beside her.

"Me?" The girl was slightly stunned, her face full of surprise.

She obviously didn't understand why her aunt suddenly asked her whether she had any say in such matters.

"Yes, it's you." Li Mochou smiled slightly and said, "I want to know what you think about this. After listening to what I just said, do you think your grandmother deserves to die?"

"Mo Chou, stop messing around!" Li Qingluo frowned and said sternly, "Yan'er is still so young, how can she..."

"Not young anymore." Li Mochou waved her hand, interrupting her next words. "Think about it, how old were we when we started to venture into the martial arts world?"

Uh.

Li Qingluo was stunned, her expression becoming somewhat complicated. "Fourteen years old."

Li Qingluo clearly remembered leaving Wuliang Mountain with her younger sister on her fourteenth birthday. Because they were young and inexperienced, they suffered a lot and encountered many malicious people along the way.

If they had not learned some martial arts in Langhuan Blessed Land, who knows what would have become of them now.

But when Li Qingluo recalls that time now, she feels a sense of nostalgia.

At that time, the two sisters could be said to be truly united in heart. No matter what difficulties they encountered, they would support each other and advance and retreat together. Until, when she was eighteen years old, she met Duan Zhengchun.

damn it!

Thinking of the Dali Zhennan King again, Li Qingluo felt a pang of pain in her heart. If she hadn't trusted that sweet-talking man, the relationship between the two sisters wouldn't have become what it is now.

"Since you know we've been wandering the martial arts world since we were fourteen, is Yan'er still considered young at sixteen?" Li Mochou smiled and said, "Of course, I also know you don't want her to be exposed to these grudges and troubles. But this kind of thing can't be avoided. Even if you avoid it temporarily, you will still be entangled in it in the future."

Being entangled?

Li Qingluo was stunned for a moment, her expression darkening. As for being entangled, she could guess who her daughter would be entangled with. To put it bluntly, it was the Duan family of Yunnan. After all, her daughter's surname should be Duan.

"Yes, she will definitely be entangled in it in the future." Li Mochou smiled again and said, "By then, your current teaching method will only harm her. If she wants to understand the dangers of the martial arts world, she should start from childhood."

Li Qingluo fell silent. She knew her sister was right. She would eventually grow old, but what would her daughter do?

"Don't worry, Yan'er." Li Mochou turned her gaze to Wang Yuyan, who was lost in thought, and said softly, "You can take your time to think about how to make this decision."

As she spoke, Li Mochou unconsciously curled her lips. She opened a group chat and sent a message about her situation to the group: "I have to say, it's really fun to let people choose."

Skirt-Updo: Tsk tsk tsk.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Mo Chou has also become evil now, and is now one step closer to everyone being evil. Hehe, it really makes people look forward to it.

Hatchet Girl: Sister Xiaonan, this is not a good thing at all!

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Sinister? Sorry, uncle, I'm not that kind of person! Uncle, I'm definitely not a sinister person. My belly is pink! A lovely pink!

Curly: Huh, pink? I believe it, after all, even your brain is pink paste.

The Villain in Soul Society: What will Wang Yuyan choose? Will she want to kill her grandmother?

Book Artist: I don’t think so. This girl is obviously a soft-hearted person.

Eriri had already completed the War Church's test and was fiddling with a golden medal. The two priests had given it to her before they left, saying it would prove her identity when she entered the church.

Shortly after the clergy left, Ashley returned. Seeing the medal in Eriri's hand, she knew the undercover plan was a done deal. "What position did they give you? A member of the Inquisition or a priest?"

Priests were considered high-ranking priests of the Church of War, possessing power comparable to that of the Imperial nobility. The members of the Inquisition, as the name suggests, were part of the Church's combat arm.

The Inquisition's duties are to capture, interrogate, and exterminate heretics within the empire, and they are also high-ranking members of the Church of War.

"Neither." Eriri threw the golden medal in her hand on the table with a playful smile on her lips.

"Neither?" Ashley paused, her expression bewildered. "Did they just ask you to be a regional pastor? That's a bit tricky."

A regional pastor's responsibility is to oversee all missionary activities within a region, and while they do have considerable local authority, their promotion is slow. They must undergo annual performance reviews before they can be promoted to the position of senior pastor.

Even if one reached the rank of Archpriest, promotion to Bishop still required years of experience, which would take at least four years.

Neither Ashley nor Eriri can wait.

"Or, let's go back to the Southeast Province and directly launch a war of annexation."

Compared to spending four years slowly gaining experience and rising to the rank of bishop, it's better to work face-to-face. Although there will be bloodshed and sacrifice, at least it's more promising than being a mere regional pastor here.

"Too hasty." Eriri shook her head and said, "If the Southeast Province wants to wage a foreign war, it needs at least six months of adaptation. Otherwise, the chances of winning are too low."

"But……"

"No buts. I don't want to disappoint Jessica's new position." Eriri smiled and raised her hand. "Besides, the position I was given is not a regional pastor. It's a chanter."

"What?" Ashley's eyes widened, her face blank. "Chant, Chanter? Is this true?"

"Would I be so bored as to trick you with something like this?" Eriri rolled her beautiful eyes.

"But why?" Ashley took a breath and said with a moved expression, "Why would they give you the position of Chanter? This doesn't make sense. It really doesn't make sense!"

"I also think it's illogical." Eriri nodded in agreement and said, "Maybe it's because of the power I displayed during the ability test earlier."

592 Self-destructive Eriri

strength……

Ashley nodded slightly, recalling the terrifying strength of "Mr. Death" before her. Indeed, if he truly demonstrated his power, being chosen as the "Singer" was not impossible.

Unlike the Tribunal and the Sacrifice Council, the chanters belong to an extremely independent organization - the choir.