Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Su Tang was puzzled, then she heard the blackening value increase.

“Ding, blackening value increased by 5%, current blackening index: 75%.”

Su Tang: …

I have an "mmp" to say, and I must say it.

“Disciple Nephew Mo, you seem a little off. Why don't you return to the sect first?”

She spoke tentatively, but unexpectedly, Mo Qinglan suddenly became agitated. “I won't go, I want to stay here, I want to…”

Su Tang slowly took a step back. Although she wasn't sure what was wrong with the male lead, his blackening value had indeed increased. For the sake of her life, she decided to maintain a safe distance.

Her retreating movement stabbed at Mo Qinglan's heart, causing it to ache. “I'm sorry, I scared Little Martial Uncle.”

Su Tang said, “Disciple Nephew Mo, although I don't know what happened to you, I think you need some quiet time.”

Mo Qinglan gave a self-deprecating laugh. Little Martial Uncle was afraid of him. The person he cared so much about, the person he wanted to care for, was actually afraid of him.

However, he knew he couldn't blame her. Little Martial Uncle was so wonderful, but he was so vile. If she knew his inner thoughts, she would definitely avoid him like the plague.

He had always thought he could let go of Little Martial Uncle, that from now on, watching her happiness from afar would be enough. But now, with just a slight hint of her withdrawing, he became uncontrollably frantic. If she completely disappeared from his surroundings, or if she found a Dao companion she loved…

Thinking of this, Mo Qinglan's eyes filled with killing intent.

He couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear Little Martial Uncle leaving his side, and even less could he bear the thought of someone else standing beside her in the future.

In that case, he would keep her by his side. If she refused to stay, then he would lock her up!

The killing intent that filled him vanished in an instant. He raised his eyes, the gloominess around him dissipating, and he became the same as before, gentle as jade, an unparalleled gentleman.

Su Tang had told him to take some time to calm down, and she really did leave the deck. When she returned to her bedroom, she patted her chest, truly a little frightened.

“What's wrong with the male lead? Why did he suddenly become so strange?”

The system naturally didn't know either, but it secretly glanced at the male lead outside. Finally, out of camaraderie, it couldn't help but sympathize. “Kid, you're on your own.”

Hearing this, Su Tang's heart skipped a beat.

Then, she heard a knock on the door.

She stared at the closed door, and only after the second knock did she take a deep breath. “Come in.”

As soon as he entered, at first glance, Mo Qinglan seemed the same as before, but upon closer inspection, his eyes had changed.

They were no longer as indifferent as before, as if nothing in the world could catch his attention. Now, the intense, undisguised possessiveness made Su Tang very uncomfortable, or rather, a little afraid.

“Disciple Nephew Mo, is there something else?”

Mo Qinglan opened his mouth with a gentle smile. “Can't I come find Little Martial Uncle if there's nothing?”

Su Tang replied, “Well, that's not what I meant.” After saying that, she forced herself to remain calm and looked up to meet his gaze. “Before I left, Senior Brother hadn't thought of sending anyone with me. You came on your own, right?”

Mo Qinglan nodded. “Yes, I was worried about Little Martial Uncle.”

Awkward small talk was really not Su Tang's forte. For example, now, she could only invite him to have tea and snacks, and she didn't know how to start any further conversation.

Mo Qinglan, however, watched her pour tea for him and slowly said, “Just now, I thought about something, something that has been troubling me for a long time.”

Hearing this, Su Tang had a feeling this was going to be a major plot point. She immediately put down the teapot, lest she drop it in shock later. “So, Disciple Nephew Mo, have you figured it out?”

“Yes, I've figured it out.” His eyes were burning, and the corners of his lips curled into a pleasant smile. “Does Little Martial Uncle want to know?”

Su Tang felt like he was staring holes into her. She didn't want to know at all, but before she could refuse, he started talking.

He said, “Little Martial Uncle once said that forgetting someone who gave their life for you is disloyal, and falling in love with someone else is unrighteous. But now I've figured it out. Why must one forget? Why is being with someone else considered disloyal to the deceased? Since one is still alive, one can cherish the memory of the deceased, and naturally, one can also embrace the living.”

“Little Martial Uncle, do you think I'm right?”

Su Tang: You're the male lead, whatever you say is right.

But on the surface, she didn't dare to answer. She was sure that he was digging a pit for her. If she said yes, then whatever he did in the future, he could use the excuse of not wanting to lose the person in front of him. If she resisted, he could retort with something like, "Little Martial Uncle agreed at the time," to silence her.

Mo Qinglan sipped the tea in his hand and smiled harmlessly. “Little Martial Uncle, why aren't you speaking? Did I say something wrong?”

Su Tang deadpanned her refusal to answer. “It's too profound, I don't quite understand.”

Mo Qinglan laughed, a laugh full of indulgence, as if no matter what she said or did, he wouldn't be the least bit angry.

“It's alright, Little Martial Uncle will understand in the future.”

From then on, the atmosphere between the two changed.

Su Tang tried to maintain the status quo, but Mo Qinglan intentionally or unintentionally began to encroach. For example, when choosing bedrooms, he chose the small compartment in her bedroom under the pretext of taking care of her. This was very excessive. However, he gave a whole host of reasons and successfully confused her. Of course, Su Tang also had a bit of a "whatever" attitude, letting him do as he pleased. In the end, they slept in the same room.

Then, he took charge of all her daily life, and the most outrageous thing was that he even chose her clothes in advance.

Su Tang lived like a giant baby, and finally, unable to bear it, she rebelled.

“Mo Qinglan!”

Mo Qinglan looked up good-naturedly, his voice even carrying a hint of helpless indulgence. “What's wrong, Little Martial Uncle?”

Su Tang said, “Do you still consider me your Martial Uncle?”

Mo Qinglan was silent for a moment, put down what he was doing, and walked over to her. “Little Martial Uncle, what's wrong with you?”

Su Tang said, “Mo Qinglan, I have hands and feet. You're making me very uncomfortable. Your care has gone beyond the meaning of the word.”

Mo Qinglan remained gentle, his tone even somewhat casual. “Really? It's my first time taking care of someone, I apologize for making Little Martial Uncle uncomfortable.”

Su Tang hit the nail on the head. “This isn't care, this is control.”

Mo Qinglan paused, then laughed.

Ah, he'd been found out.

“Little Martial Uncle, you're joking. How could I control you? It's just…” He thought for a moment, the corners of his lips rising. “I can't help but want to take care of you more. After all, my Little Martial Uncle is so good.”

So good that it's impossible to refuse, so good that one wants to lock her away.

Su Tang looked at his two-faced smile and wanted to slap him. “Starting today, you move out of my room.”

Mo Qinglan said, “But…”

Su Tang interrupted, “Don't use care as a pretense. One more word, and get back to the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

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