Meeting Xiao Leng Again

Late at night.

In a small tavern.

In a corner.

Gu Yan was smiling as he looked at the woman with a displeased expression in front of him.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Xiao Leng, don't keep such a stern face."

"There's something I really need your help with, as an ally!"

"There's a crucial point in the plan that hasn't been resolved, and I can only rely on you!"

Xiao Leng, seeing Gu Yan's attitude of only seeking her out when he needed something, grew even more displeased.

She twirled her fork, speared a piece of the small cake in front of her, and said coldly, "Let's not talk about your matter first."

"I also have something to demand from you..."

"The furnace cauldron..."

"I want you to keep some distance from the other me."

??

Gu Yan was momentarily stunned, then asked in confusion, "Why do you say that? What have Qingqiu and I done to you?"

"What have you done to me? You tell me."

Xiao Leng speared a piece of cake and brought it to her mouth. Seeming to find it tasty, she speared another piece before looking at Gu Yan and saying, "The other me has become increasingly lazy lately."

"She hardly manages the organization anymore, and her mind is full of you!"

Gu Yan was taken aback.

Huh?

Qingqiu has become like this?

But...

Gu Yan coughed awkwardly, "A Qingqiu whose mind is full of me is also quite adorable."

Thud!

Xiao Leng slammed her fist on the table, looking at Gu Yan expressionlessly, "Be serious."

As she spoke, she glanced at a waiter who had been startled by the noise, "Bring me another piece of cake... and replace the wine with orange juice."

"O-okay!"

Watching the waiter flee, Gu Yan swallowed hard, "Xiao Leng, what are you doing? I'm being serious here. Just tell me what you want to say."

Xiao Leng looked expressionlessly at the furnace cauldron in front of her. For a moment, she couldn't tell if he truly understood or was just pretending not to.

Or perhaps... the furnace cauldron and the other me were just naturally abnormal.

Both had been poisoned too deeply by love.

Helplessly, Xiao Leng sighed softly, "Let me put it this way, I'll emphasize it again."

"The other me! She has hardly managed the Night Organization this past month!"

"Her mind is entirely occupied with where to go and have fun with you!"

"Do you know what will happen if this continues?!"

Xiao Leng glared coldly at Gu Yan.

It was almost unbelievable. The mighty Night King, after getting involved with this furnace cauldron, had become so lazy that she couldn't even be bothered to manage the organization, only wanting to go out and have fun with him.

How could this be allowed?

How are you going to take revenge like this? No, do you even want to take revenge anymore?

Gu Yan listened in a daze.

"What will happen if this continues..."

Gu Yan muttered, repeating Xiao Leng's words.

Qingqiu hardly manages the organization anymore? This didn't seem like the Qingqiu he had imagined.

From what he knew of Leng Qingqiu, shouldn't she be a strong-willed career woman?

Even when going out to have fun, she would surely have everything arranged properly.

But now, what's going on?

How did it come to this?

Qingqiu... my Qingqiu... if this continues...

"That's exactly what I want!"

Gu Yan looked up at Xiao Leng, his face filled with joy.

"........"

Xiao Leng fell silent upon hearing this.

"Here's your cake and orange juice."

The waiter placed the cake and drink in front of Xiao Leng, then hurried away in fear.

She felt that the two guests in the corner had an indescribable strangeness about them.

Xiao Leng looked at the cake and started eating again, not lifting her head as she replied, "Go on, I'm listening."

Gu Yan cleared his throat and explained, "Xiao Leng, think about it. If Qingqiu is too lazy to manage the Night Organization, then the real Night Organization won't take any action."

"Meanwhile, my fake Night Organization will remain active, which will further prove that my Night Organization is the real Night."

"And Qingqiu's Night Organization isn't the real Night, right?"

"This way, my plan to clear Qingqiu's name can be successfully completed!"

"Isn't that a good thing?!"

Xiao Leng ate silently, feeling a sense of helplessness inside.

She found it exhausting to communicate with these two love-struck individuals.

Over the past month, she had also noticed that Gu Yan's mind was entirely occupied with the other me.

Although she was unwilling.

She had temporarily given up on her plan to exploit the furnace cauldron.

But it was only temporary; it didn't mean she had truly given up.

As long as she found the right opportunity, she believed she could do better than the other me.

Thinking this.

Xiao Leng quietly ate her cake, both of them were such troublesome individuals.

If things continued according to Gu Yan's plan, the real Night King would end up being the fake one.

And when that happened, something terrible would surely occur.

Gu Yan looked at the suddenly quiet Xiao Leng and thought that when she wasn't speaking, she looked exactly like Qingqiu.

However, this feeling didn't last long. Xiao Leng raised her head and spoke expressionlessly, "If you keep going like this, you won't be able to extricate yourself anymore."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you continue like this..."

Xiao Leng's gaze turned somewhat eerie, and her tone was icy cold, "Your false Night will also become the true Night."

"Everything the Night King has to bear will also transfer from me and the other me to you."

Yet, even after saying this.

What caught Xiao Leng off guard was.

Gu Yan nodded and said, "I know, but it doesn't matter."

He smiled at Xiao Leng, "As long as Qingqiu can escape this fate, it's fine."

As he spoke, Gu Yan seemed to remember something. He reached into his pocket, searching for something.

".........."

Xiao Leng looked at Gu Yan, who seemed willing to do anything for Qingqiu.

She still found it hard to believe.

How could someone go this far for another person?

He must have some ulterior motive.

After becoming the Night King, although many fates would befall him, there would also be many benefits.

Immense power, endless life—these were all things of great temptation.

In Xiao Leng's eyes.

So many ignorant people were hunting down the Night King.

They weren't truly sincere about eliminating the Night King.

They simply hated that they weren't the Night King themselves.

Martial artists were inherently cunning and deceitful. The ancient martial world was rife with murder and theft.

One could say that any martial artist had blood on their hands.

Those high and mighty martial artists who treated human lives as worthless, if it weren't for their fear that the Night King might one day come for them, why would they band together under the guise of protecting world peace to hunt the Night King?

In Xiao Leng's view, they were all hypocrites.

And this "furnace" before her, even if he loved the other "me" so deeply now.

When he truly obtained the "Night" and became the Night King, the allure of that power would surely make him lose his true self.

Hmph, just another hypocrite.

Just as Xiao Leng was thinking this.

Jingle jingle~

Gu Yan pulled out a small trinket, which made a faint sound as it swayed.

"Here, this is your share."

Gu Yan handed the item to Xiao Leng, then smiled, "After all, it was you who adopted Yeye. Qingqiu is so happy now, and it's all thanks to you for thinking of adopting Yeye."

"I'm a fair person. Although the one I love is Qingqiu, you did make her very happy."

"So I thought, you should have a Yeye trinket too."

Xiao Leng looked at the lifelike Yeye trinket in her palm and fell silent for a moment.

After staring at it for a few seconds, she snorted, "What a pointless idea."

"Tsk, I knew you'd say that. Well, I've already given it to you. What you do with it now is up to you."

Gu Yan's mouth twitched. He had more or less expected her to react this way. After all, as Qingqiu's second personality, she was probably devoid of emotions.

He turned his head and waved to the waiter, ready to order something for himself.

"Hmph, instead of wasting time on such trivial matters,"

"you should worry about yourself. The more your plans come together, the closer you get to your fate."

Xiao Leng sneered as she discreetly tucked the Yeye trinket away.

This subtle movement went unnoticed by Gu Yan.

"Yeah, yeah, no need to worry about me~~"

"I'll have a fruit platter, please."

Gu Yan nodded nonchalantly.

Xiao Leng: "........."

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