“You…”
Li Su stopped halfway through his question, realizing that at this moment he was not the Li Su the other knew, but a disguised figure—a stranger in their eyes.
Fortunately, at that moment no one dwelled on the fleeting oddity across his face.
“Miss Lei, you—you, how did you become like this?”
It was A'xuan, just recovered from bewilderment, who spoke in place of Li Su. His face bore a mask, yet beneath it his expression was filled with astonishment.
This astonishment even surpassed the shock he felt when he first discovered Li Su’s existence.
The point is, though this world is fantastical, most people are just a little non‑mainstream—different hair or eye colors. None are like Murong Yun, whose very ears no longer look human....
"How?"
Murong Yun was completely unaware of the changes in her body. At this moment she was covered in wounds, especially the knife scar on her back that had split open again. After the lightning strike, her flesh was torn apart—she had no mind to care about anything else.
However, weren’t the expressions of these two a bit strange, with a touch of intrigue?
"You… look for yourself."
Seeing her ignorance of her own state, Axuan swept his hand, conjuring a mirror of ice. It rose, half a man’s height, and hung gleaming before Murong Yun.
Murong Yun furrowed her brows, still propping herself up with the staff. She turned her head in puzzlement, shifted her gaze, and her eyes flew wide. She even blinked foolishly, confirming it wasn’t a dream.
She gaped at the image reflected in the ice mirror—this… this hair… these ears and eyes—wasn’t this exactly the appearance she had when she first awoke gravely wounded in the water stronghold?!
Because she was too shocked, her sudden movements made the wound on her back bleed faster and hurt more. But Murong Yun, having long endured greater pain, was already numb—she only stared at the mirror, unable to come back to herself.
Her mind was in chaos, and at last she recalled the woman’s voice she had heard when she was hovering between life and death.
Welcome to receiving my legacy, fated one.
So, she is the fated one. Does ‘inheritance’ mean… bloodline?
Thinking this, Murong Yun raised her other hand, trembling slightly, and touched the tip of her ear. The ear was thin and pointed, with a fine texture, and she herself felt far more sensitive.
And moreover, the emerald eyes that turned with her movements—these were all traits of an elf.
That voice—it must be the Elf Queen. So… the Moon Rose truly is, just as the slogan says… to change destiny!
So, her earlier guess was right!
Because her emotions shifted too violently and her internal injuries were too severe, her chest surged, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining half the ice mirror red.
Don’t misunderstand—she was simply happy. What a fine thing, to change destiny, destiny!
At this very moment, she even wished she could buy a string of firecrackers to celebrate.
She dreamed of changing it. If all of this could come true, then what of elves barging into the Eastern fantasy world?
So, under the bewildered and astonished gazes of A'xuan and Li Su, Murong Yun—her chest aching unbearably as she spat blood—actually laughed aloud.
She even bared her blood‑stained teeth, looking exactly like a madwoman.
"You… are you alright?"
This sudden change startled A'xuan so much that his hand shook, and he quickly dispelled the ice mirror, afraid that the amusing girl—already seeming not quite right in the head, perhaps struck silly by lightning—would look even more foolish if reflected.
“It’s nothing, I… cough cough… I’m really fine!”
Murong Yun laughed even as she spat blood, waving her hand to show she was truly fine—never better.
Alas, in this state, Li Su’s brows furrowed into a tight knot. His gaze sank, and the eyes darkened by secret magic grew deeper, as he bent down and picked Murong Yun up from the ground.
The moment he touched her, blood from the knife wound on Murong Yun’s back smeared his hand. And with all the wounds covering her body, he had never seen a woman so gravely injured—yet still smiling foolishly.
He had never seen a woman who, almost every time she appeared before him, would end up hurt.
Counting the times: he dispelled Luo Hou’s secret aura for her, cured her of the Illusory Luo Flower poison, infused her with energy to withstand heavenly lightning—and now again…
It seemed he had already intervened too many times, though he had clearly said it would be the last.
Holding Murong Yun, Li Su suddenly recalled each of those events. His face froze, and upon his disguised, refined features appeared a faint, unnatural gloom.
He seemed to be blaming himself for his weakness, yet his steps did not falter. Holding her, he walked toward Liaozhou City, its gates already open.
Murong Yun was laughing, when suddenly someone lifted her up. Seeing the snow‑white robes, her smile stiffened, and she raised her head to look at his face.
Who is he? Don’t know him? A bit good‑looking? And what’s with that frown—disdain?
Despising her yet still holding her? No… this expression seems familiar.
Why does it seem as though this has happened somewhere before?
Strange, something felt wrong... Murong Yun’s joy‑dazed mind suddenly cleared, and she was about to ask who this person truly was.
Unexpectedly, someone spoke faster than she did.
A'xuan, a step behind, watched the snow‑robed youth’s movements and assumed the two must be familiar with each other.
Thus, the one he addressed was Murong Yun.
“Miss Lei, this truly handsome young man—why not introduce him to me?”
A'xuan, speaking as he went, took a stride with his long legs and quickly matched Li Su’s pace.
Hearing this, Murong Yun’s lips twitched. She clutched her staff like a treasure, her face thoughtful, and soon confirmed that even in the original memory, this person did not exist.
So what’s the use of asking her—she wants to know too!
If he were bad, and simply carried her off, then she would be in real danger.
Murong Yun, realizing belatedly, stiffened in her injury‑covered body, her legs rigid, all beneath A'xuan’s gaze that shifted from doubt to strangeness and finally to suspicion.
Stretching her neck and lifting her chin, she asked, "Who are you?"
Li Su, who had been troubled by A'xuan’s way of addressing Murong Yun, upon hearing these words immediately lost focus, his body halting instinctively.
He quickly lowered his gaze, hiding the fleeting panic in his eyes. In truth... he was not adept at disguise.
A'xuan, following at the side, hearing Murong Yun’s words, also found it strange—he had never imagined that these two, who seemed so familiar, actually did not know each other.
He felt sour. Though he had thought himself her life‑and‑death companion, now she let a stranger carry her off without even asking him for help.
"Really? The young lady would rather be carried by a stranger than let me carry the beauty away?"
"At the very least, we are comrades through life and death. Besides, I am surely no less handsome than this youth."
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Congratulations, Murong Yun! You have unlocked the Elf Bloodline!
New passive skill: Attract Handsome Men.
Side effect: Lose blood whenever confused.
Quest failed: Identify the man carrying you.
Quest accepted: Survive an imaginary love triangle before your next sneeze.
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