All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 384 - 241: Embracing Each Other_1

Looking at the proud Miss Die Yi before him, for some reason, Su Bei always sensed something off in her eyes.

But upon careful thought, we have no deep hatred or significant enmity, do we? Why does she look like she wants to devour me?

Still, he addressed her politely and elegantly, "Well, Su Mou has met Miss Die Yi."

"My visit is to bid farewell to the Saintess."

"Su Mou will soon leave the Sacred Land..."

Die Yi, observing his serious demeanor, circled around him with her hands behind her back. The silken ornaments on her embroidered shoes fluttered lightly, like a graceful butterfly, but her eyes were full of shock.

Could it be that he recovered in just one day?! His meridians were severed; by all logic, he shouldn’t have been able to leave his bed for a month...

If Su Bei knew what she was thinking, he would surely tilt his nose to the sky and snort, "Hah! *I’m* the one who makes others unable to leave their beds!"

Die Yi cleared her throat softly, her voice rising slightly, "Then there’s nothing I can do. Auntie said she won’t see anyone."

After saying that, she muttered to herself, "Truly, good people don’t last; a great scourge lingers for a thousand years..."

She didn’t avoid Su Bei with these words. Su Bei snorted coldly and stepped forward, coming right up in front of her—wanting to flick her forehead hard.

This action startled her immediately.

Suppressing her surprise, she withdrew with wide eyes, asking as she backed away, "What... what are you going to do!?"

"Hel—"

But before the word "help" could come out, Su Bei promptly covered her mouth tightly.

In a moment of panic, she threw caution to the wind and fiercely bit down on Su Bei’s large hand.

"HISS—"

Su Bei sucked in a breath of cold air and slapped Die Yi’s buttocks hard.

"Let go!"

"MMM..."

"Quick, let go."

"MMM!"

Die Yi looked on the verge of tears, clearly trembling from the repeated smacks. Yet, she seemed determined to contest Su Bei, scrunching up her cute nose and refusing to let go.

Left with no choice, Su Bei had to vigorously shake his arm.

Thus, Die Yi swung back and forth like an ornament, following the movement of Su Bei’s arm.

...

"Miss Die Yi, Su Mou believes he hasn’t offended you in any way," Su Bei said, sitting beside her and rubbing his palm vigorously. He looked at the two neat rows of teeth marks, still traced with blood, frowning as he eyed Die Yi, who was puffing out her cheeks.

"Why are you so... unfriendly towards Su Mou?"

Die Yi crossed her arms protectively behind her, glaring angrily at the man before her. Her peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tears, full of shyness, as if she were slightly intoxicated. The only slight imperfection was the complete lack of curves beneath her dress. Utterly flat.

She hesitated for a long time, finally speaking out irritably with furrowed brows, "I’m telling Auntie you bullied me!"

Su Bei scrutinized her carefully. Despite their infrequent meetings, every encounter left him with the impression that she was targeting him.

Just a pestering little girl.

Perhaps it was because he was used to his few unruly disciples. Never mind the perpetually petulant Mo Li; even the somewhat haughty Xiao Ruoching and the gentle Sword Maiden, his disciples, felt more mature in some aspects than Die Yi.

Su Bei blinked, then a wry smile formed on his lips.

It was my own presumptuous thinking; this behavior is quite normal for a girl her age, after all.

Die Yi’s face was already flushed with embarrassment and anger. Upon hearing Su Bei’s words, her complexion deepened further, making her appear even more delicate.

Indignant fury surged within her, "You’re the little girl!!"

After blurting out the sentence subconsciously, she began to recall her recent behavior.

Could it be that I’m really like a little girl, as he said? Was it possible that after spending such a long time in Key Smoke’s company, enjoying unprecedented tranquility, and feeling no strong sense of crisis from this man, I’ve gradually become careless and forgotten the vow I made before my rebirth? Could it be that the personality I’d cultivated over hundreds of years has already been subtly influenced simply by returning to this sixteen-year-old body?

Realizing this, Die Yi looked up at Su Bei again and pursed her lips.

Seeing the sudden change in atmosphere before him, Su Bei raised an eyebrow, about to say something when he heard Die Yi speak, "Hey, where are you going?"

Although Su Bei didn’t quite feel like engaging with her, seeing her earnest expression, he replied, "Heading to the Southern Border."

Southern Border?

Hearing this term, Die Yi’s heart trembled inexplicably.

Is what was destined to happen finally going to occur?

Lifting her head, she looked at him, trying to find traces of the past.

Even though I know he won’t know, won’t remember, I still harbor that slim hope. How wonderful would it be if the person who killed me in my last life wasn’t him?

"Can’t you... not go?"

For some reason, these words slipped out of her mouth as if possessed.

It’s true I want to kill him, but if I can prevent him from ultimately treading that path, I’d much prefer the latter.

Su Bei was thoroughly confused. Is she schizophrenic? Why such a drastic change in her demeanor?