Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 214 - 170: Transformation

Chapter 214: Chapter 170: Transformation

Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he quickly grasped Big Ice Lump:

"Don’t rush."

"....." Ran Qingmo looked puzzled.

As if asking, didn’t you just mean for me to go and kill that Bai Zhao?

Xu Yuan didn’t speak and blinked his eyes instead.

Ran Qingmo blinked back confusedly.

Xu Yuan glanced at the seat.

Ran Qingmo obediently sat back down.

Having done this, Xu Yuan turned his eyes back to Xu Xinyao:

"I die, he dies, choose."

After a while,

Xu Xinyao said with some difficulty:

"Big brother, this isn’t just a choice of one out of two, he has no reason to betray at all, and besides, no one will believe him."

Xu Yuan nodded and said softly:

"You’re right, with my current reputation it’s not enough to make the world believe the word of a mere gang leader, but Xinyao, you seem to have forgotten something."

"What?" Xu Xinyao.

Xu Yuan uttered a sentence:

"Those friends before have seen me; they know what kind of person I am now."

"..." Xu Xinyao’s pupils shrank slightly.

Xu Yuan continued:

"Huanglong Gathering is too close to both Shengshan County and Wanxiang City. The timing and the characters involved match up, and with this information, don’t you think they will consider the coincidence deeply? And if they do think deeply, will they speak to their elders?"

At this, Xu Yuan had an enigmatic smile:

"Of course, you can also say that all those friends you made are fools who won’t think so much."

"....." Xu Xinyao fell silent.

Xu Yuan looked directly into her eyes:

"Xinyao, I’ve just told you how my second brother died.

"Such a thing cannot be allowed to exist even as a possibility. Even if I agreed, father would not, because if it happened, I would be doomed."

With a sigh, Xu Yuan looked out of the pavilion at the sky:

"If it were ten years later, anyone can say whatever they want, because at that time I’m confident my cultivation will surpass that of Xu Changge’s today, but not now; I’m too weak."

Xu Chang’an wasn’t the second Xu Yinhè, because he was dead.

In this world, cultivation can’t decide everything, but many things can’t be done without cultivation.

With that, Xu Xinyao went quiet for a long time.

Xu Yuan stared at her for a while and, seeing that there was still no answer, he decided not to continue persuading and looked away to pick up his chopsticks, saying in a low voice:

"Forget it, let’s eat first...."

"He dies....."

"What?"

Xu Yuan was stunned for an instant, looking incredulously at Xu Xinyao.

The hands that Xu Xinyao had on her lap were clenched tightly, and as she raised her eyes, they were somewhat reddened:

"He dies, I.. I don’t want big brother to die."

"....."

This time it was Xu Yuan’s turn to be silent, his expression somewhat peculiar.

After a long moment, Xu Yuan suddenly smiled broadly and lifted his hand to wipe away the tear that was about to fall from Xinyao’s eye corner:

"Don’t cry, I was just kidding with you.

"I wasn’t lying to him; I really was planning to talk to father about his matter. Although there’s a high chance he’ll be put under house arrest, his life should be safe."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xinyao’s expression changed for a while, then she turned her face away, biting her lip:

"Big brother, you always like to tease me..."

Xu Yuan withdrew his hand and poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, then pointed at another Human Skin Mask in the segmented compartment on the table:

"Put it on, you don’t want others to see you, otherwise it’s likely someone will have to die."

"Mhm." Xu Xinyao nodded silently.

After doing this, Xu Yuan suddenly realized that Ran Qingmo was still looking at him. In light spirits, he leaned in a bit closer, asking with a light laugh:

"Always looking at me, do you find this mask attractive?"

As the masculine scent approached, Ran Qingmo subconsciously sat up straight, moving back slightly. After looking seriously for a few moments, she replied:

"Um...It’s not as good-looking as before."

"Oh?"

Xu Yuan let out a light note of surprise, then after pondering for a moment, asked sternly:

"That’s too vague, could you describe how I looked better before compared to now?"

"..."

Ran Qingmo, listening to this serious tone, narrowed her eyes slightly and stared intently at Xu Yuan as if searching her mind for adjectives.

At that moment,

Xu Xinyao, who was beside him, rolled her eyes and handed him a copper mirror:

"Changge, don’t make it hard for Qingmo. Just look at yourself."

"Tsk."

Xu Yuan smacked his lips and gave his fourth sister a glare but straightened up and casually took the mirror to look at himself.

A refined-looking man appeared in the reflection, and he touched his face to feel not the slightest hint of a foreign object.

It was far more natural than the technology of his previous life, and what’s more, it was removable.

Pure black technology.

After a moment of thought, Xu Yuan smiled, looked up at Xu Xinyao, and by then she had also put on her mask.

Although she wore a mask, her calm and gentle temperament was still unmistakable.

Xu Yuan looked at her without speaking.

Xu Xinyao asked with some perplexity:

"Why are you staring at me, Changge?"

Xu Yuan slowly stood up and then responded:

"Senior members of the Myriad Manifestation Sect have seen you. Even though the human skin mask can’t be seen through by will-spirit, the resemblance in temperament is too strong."

Xu Xinyao blinked, looking at the approaching Xu Yuan, and asked in a low voice:

"Then what should we do? Find someone to change my appearance?"

Xu Yuan walked behind his fourth sister and tousled her flowing hair:

"Your face has completely changed; what more appearance change do you want? Just change your hairstyle."

"Hairstyle?" Xu Xinyao was taken aback.

"Hand me some hair clasps," Xu Yuan said with a smile.

Xu Xinyao, puzzled, complied nonetheless.

After briefly recalling, Xu Yuan picked up Xu Xinyao’s shiny black hair and began shaping it expertly.

For a time, the pavilion fell silent.

Ran Qingmo sat opposite, her deep gaze locked on Xu Yuan as he did Xu Xinyao’s hair.

A quarter of an hour later,

Xu Xinyao stared unblinkingly at the mirror, looking at her somewhat unusual hairstyle, then turned her gaze through the mirror to Xu Yuan behind her, her eyes becoming slightly odd:

"Changge... what kind of hairstyle is this?"

"A hairstyle that can alter your temperament," Xu Yuan responded with a smile as he looked at the cooler-looking Xu Xinyao in the mirror.

This was something he had learned in his past life from a girlfriend who loved styling herself; a new hairstyle every day, and she always clamored for his help until he eventually learned how to do it.

Xu Xinyao fell silent for a moment, the corners of her lips curving up slightly with a teasing tone:

"It seems you’ve learned a few things that girls like during those years."

"If you don’t talk, no one will take you for a mute."

Xu Yuan gently tugged on the high ponytail at the back of Xu Xinyao’s head and whispered instructions:

"When you go to the Myriad Manifestation Sect, remember not to wear this outfit; change into something more practical, like Ran Qingmo’s style."

Having said this, he put the remaining hair clasps on the stone table and turned away from his grimacing sister.

Then,

he met Ran Qingmo’s deep gaze.

After two seconds of eye contact,

Xu Yuan asked nonchalantly:

"Do you want one too?"

"...."

Ran Qingmo looked at Xu Xinyao’s hairstyle and after a short silence, shook her head:

"No need, a hairstyle like this would come loose if I move too quickly."

Xu Yuan suggested:

"You could buy a few hair accessories engraved with formation patterns, or directly get a couple from Xu Xinyao. As long as they’re not hit directly, they won’t come loose."

Big Ice Lump has always been in black with naturally cascading hair, never once styled.

In the end, Ran Qingmo still shook her head:

"It’s a waste of time."

"Alright."

Seeing her reaction, Xu Yuan didn’t press further but instead transmitted his voice to Ran Qingmo:

"Now that the hairstyle and clothes are taken care of, the last thing is the body shape. Remember to remind Xinyao to wrap it up later."

"..." Ran Qingmo was puzzled.

"..." Xu Yuan’s gaze slowly lowered, then paused.

"..." Ran Qingmo’s hand moved swiftly upward, grabbing the Ink Sword.