Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 344: Raising Gods 24

When Qing Wan heard these words, she almost couldn't stay still. She wanted to rush in without caring about anything and kick these people's hateful faces to pieces.

She was so angry that her face turned blue, but Qiu Yueming inside was calm and her expression did not even change from beginning to end.

He sat on the throne as steady as a rock, looking at the younger generations below who were all thinking their own thoughts. He spoke calmly and elegantly without any sadness or joy, "Wanwan didn't know her physical condition. It was my failure to fulfill my responsibility as the master and my negligence that led to this result. I should bear all the consequences."

Qiu Yueming lowered his eyes, hiding the calculations in his eyes, and his face retreated again and again.

Qing Wan, who was eavesdropping in the corner, suddenly tensed up. She knew Qiu Yueming's body had not recovered yet. If he was wasted by these people with ulterior motives using excuses, it would probably make things even worse.

So she wanted to go out and solve the problem by herself, but as soon as she looked up, a gentle force gently wrapped her in a small bubble. She couldn't move, couldn't leave, and couldn't even hear any sound.

Qing Wan became even more anxious, but she couldn't get rid of the small bubble on her body.

It was not until dusk that the bubbles on her body were suddenly burst from above her head.

She looked up and saw Qiu Yueming with a bright glow on his shoulders, a smile on his face, and he bent down and picked her up with a doting and loving look.

"Sorry, it took a long time."

Qing Wan's eyes were red. She didn't respond to him. Instead, she checked his body immediately. She found that the wound on his wrist had healed, and even the spiritual energy in his body was more abundant than ever before.

As if knowing her worries, Qiu Yueming raised the corners of his lips and smiled, holding her in one arm like a child, and with the other hand he grasped her cold fingertips and held them in his palm to warm her hands.

"I'm fine, it's just that from now on, my dear boy can't go out to play anymore."

There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but he still tried very hard to cheer Qing Wan up, pretending to be regretful and joking: "From now on, the baby can only stay in Wuwang Mountain with an old man like me, what should I do?"

Qing Wan, however, was so relieved that he was fine that her nose started to ache. Like a wounded kitten, she was aggrieved and was looking for comfort from her mother. With red eyes, she reached out and hugged Qiu Yueming's neck, buried her face tightly in his neck, and replied sullenly, "It's not the old man."

"Master, I will never leave Wuwang Mountain again."

"Never leaving again."

This moment of dependence was as if Qiu Yueming was the only piece of driftwood she could grab when she was about to drown.

The feeling of satisfaction exploding from his heart rushed straight to his scalp, stimulating Qiu Yueming so much that his spine trembled.

His eyes were dark and deep, filled with desire. He held the delicate and soft little succubus in his arms, with the corners of his lips cracked strangely, but his tone was full of pity.

"Well, Master will always be with us."

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In the next half month, Qing Wan rummaged through boxes and drawers, and went through the vast collection of books collected by Qiu Yueming, and finally figured out what he was.

It was indeed as they said, I was a real troublemaker.

The pink mist she eats is equivalent to the love of the believers. Once she swallows the love, the believers will become more and more obsessed with her, and their possessiveness will become stronger and stronger. Finally, they can't stand the torture and commit suicide.

But Qiu Yueming had been feeding her for three hundred years, and there was nothing strange about her. On the contrary, people like Li Jingchuan, just by smelling a little bit of her scent, went crazy to the point of fighting to the death.

Qing Wan looked up at the huge library thoughtfully. Qiu Yueming said that there were too many classics collected here, and he himself was not a good reader, so he had not finished reading them all.

Indeed, there were an incredible number of books here, but perhaps because she was lucky, she found the record about succubus before she had finished reading even one-tenth of them.

But judging from where the book was placed, if Qiu Yueming read it on a daily basis, he should have seen it a long time ago...

A trace of suspicion spread across Qing Wan's heart, but she quickly covered it up with excuses she found.

Although Qiu Yueming was dignified and elegant, and a modest gentleman, he was indeed not good at studying. He made toys for her and sewed clothes for her all day long. All his thoughts revolved around her. How could he spare any other time to read?

After collecting her thoughts, she stood up and left the library, thinking that she would continue looking for it later to see if there was any way to break the succubus's spell.

During this period, Qiu Yueming isolated herself from all news and disturbances from the outside world, so much so that Qing Wan didn't even know what happened to those who were bewitched by her abilities.

She felt heavy in her heart, and before returning to the house, she habitually went to find Qiu Yueming to report that she was safe, but this time she came to nothing.

Her master is not here.

Since strange things have been happening frequently during this period, Qing Wan felt a little uneasy. She went to other places in Wuwang Mountain to look for Qiu Yueming several times, but there was no sign of him.

Once he left, he was nowhere to be seen for three whole days.

Qing Wan became more and more restless, especially when she thought about the group of people who came to ask for an explanation half a month ago. When she was talking about how to make Qiu Yueming take the responsibility, she was wrapped in a bubble and heard nothing.

That group of people obviously had ulterior motives, not to mention that some of them were captured by her succubus ability. If the bewitchment did not dissipate on its own during this period of time, Qiu Yueming, who had fed her for three hundred years, would probably be jealous to the point of going crazy.

The more Qing Wan thought about it, the more anxious she became. Finally, she was so worried that she went back to Qiu Yueming's bedroom, rummaged through his clothes, and wrapped herself tightly in three layers of clothes, covering her face so that only her eyes were exposed.

She still felt it was not enough, so she hastily put a veil on her head, covering even her eyes, and then she found all kinds of random incense and put them on her clothes to cover up the peony scent on her body.

After all the ordeal, she looked like a large walking savage. The ill-fitting clothes wrapped her whole body like a dumpling, making it difficult for her to walk.

As Qing Wan was staggering to leave, she accidentally knocked over a pile of calligraphy and paintings on the bookshelf. When they fell to the ground with a crackling sound, she looked at them a few more times.

After seeing the portraits rolling out clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then used her spiritual power to spread them out one by one.

The people in the painting are all of her. The brushstrokes are delicate and careful, and the expressions are lifelike. There are also small words recording each one of them next to them.

[Today's sweetheart didn't eat seriously, saying that it was weird and sad because I was holding her. ]

[The baby looks beautiful in red. I will make her a red skirt next time.]

【She said she liked me.】

[Pretty silly baby...]

Qing Wan looked at those sticky mumblings and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. She then used her spiritual power to collect them and hurriedly left.

Therefore, she did not see those more ambiguous and obscene desires that were put aside.

What she thought was her daily paintings were actually Qiu Yueming's only way to vent when he was tortured by love and desire. He not only painted her usual appearance, but also her appearance in his dreams when she was full of passion and was about to break down...