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

After the True Dragon agreed to heal her, Su Tang continued eating her roasted meat, showing no intention of stopping the two who were fighting fiercely beside her.

The system panicked, "Kid, what if the male lead gets killed?!"

Su Tang replied, "If he was really going to be killed, it would have happened the first time they met. Why would he bother chatting with me so much?"

The True Dragon was unrestrained and carefree. If he truly found someone disgusting and unbearable, how could he possibly drink and eat with them first? He would definitely eliminate the disgusting source before enjoying a good meal.

Moreover, Mo Qinglan wasn't without life-saving treasures. When he fell off the cliff, he took all sorts of treasures with him. She remembered there was a magical tool that could withstand god-level attacks among them.

The True Dragon had been here for seven hundred years. From a dragon who loved wine and meat, he had been forced to become like an ascetic monk. In his free time, he didn't even have anyone to fight with. Now that he had finally caught someone, although their cultivation level was still quite a bit lower, as long as magical tools weren't used, the fight was still quite exhilarating.

"Kid, you still say you don't know your father? Don't you know that all these magical tools in your hands belong to him?"

Mo Qinglan was slightly startled. "I obtained these by chance in a deep abyssal valley. When I arrived, there was only a skeleton left in the valley."

The True Dragon raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "That old thing had pretty good luck. He actually had a son to collect his body when he died."

He had lived for thousands of years, seeing one old friend after another pass away, but there was one person he still couldn't get over.

He sighed. Although he kept saying how disgusting that old thing was, he still felt a pang of sadness when he heard that the man had died. In terms of strength, that guy was no worse than him. He didn't know how he died in that abyssal valley, and his son didn't even recognize him.

Mo Qinglan's mind was in turmoil after being bombarded by all these events this evening. Subconsciously, he turned to look for someone, only to see his Little Martial Aunt gnawing on a bone and drinking wine, completely unconcerned about whether he lived or died.

No, she was no longer his Little Martial Aunt.

"Little Martial Aunt, can I know your true identity?"

Su Tang: Telling you would probably scare you to death, so I'll keep it a secret.

"A nobody. Don't worry about it, young friend from the Demonic Path."

The more unwilling she was to say, the more curious Mo Qinglan became.

He didn't believe she was a nobody. Although he hadn't seen her fight and didn't know her strength, judging from her usual behavior, she definitely came from a prominent family. How could such a person be unknown?!

She was clearly afraid that he would become attached to her!

"Since you're unwilling to say, then I can only continue calling you Little Martial Aunt. However, there's one thing I'm quite curious about. How did Little Martial Aunt know so much about my background?"

Su Tang glanced at him. Perhaps because she no longer needed to pretend, her entire demeanor had changed slightly.

"I don't just know yours, I know others' too. After all, I'm terribly afraid of someone accidentally discovering my identity."

What she meant was basically telling him not to flatter himself.

Mo Qinglan was doused with cold water. He used to think she treated him differently, but now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh. But as he laughed, the obsession in his heart deepened.

It didn't matter that she didn't care about him before. From now on, his image would be the only one residing in her heart.

Su Tang appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in a panic.

She didn't know where to find an identity for herself now. With Mo Qinglan's current status, a fake identity would definitely be exposed quickly.

But if she told the truth…

Forget it, telling lies helps you live longer. Why be so truthful?

"I'm sleepy. You guys continue." After saying that, she seriously looked for a place, spread out a small blanket, and then went to sleep.

The night pearls couldn't illuminate that far, but the True Dragon, bored for hundreds of years, finally found something interesting and immediately switched into gossip mode.

"Do you want to know her identity?"

Mo Qinglan looked at him. "What's the condition?"

The True Dragon looked at him with disdain. "You're just like your father, so boring. Forget it, since I'm a generation older than you, consider it a meeting gift." After saying that, he gnawed on a large bone. "Kid, just wait."

Mo Qinglan finally showed a hint of a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making the True Dragon want to slap him to death.

"I take back what I said before. You're not like your father. Your father is better than you."

That old fellow was at most just taciturn and a bit boring, but this kid, when he smiled, he looked like a refined young gentleman, but in reality, he was a smiling tiger, completely black inside. He hated dealing with such people the most. Scheming, too scheming.

Mo Qinglan said, "Although I don't know why you're trapped here, if there's anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask."

The True Dragon didn't seem to react, just continued drinking his wine.

After Mo Qinglan finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards where Su Tang was sleeping.

"Little Martial Aunt, sleeping like this will make you catch a cold. Let me set up a tent for you. You can make do for one night."

Su Tang didn't move a muscle. Even after he had set up the tent, she still refused to get up. Finally, Mo Qinglan used his trump card.

"Little Martial Aunt, if you're like this, I can only carry you in myself."

Su Tang never expected this person to be so shameless. She immediately sat up in anger, "Mo Qinglan, I'm not your Martial Aunt anymore! You're showing your attentiveness to the wrong person!"

Mo Qinglan smiled and spoke gently, "Little Martial Aunt has shown me kindness. I'm not someone who forgets favors."

Su Tang glared at him and finally surrendered.

The tent wasn't big, only enough for two people. However, Mo Qinglan still had some decency and didn't squeeze in. And Su Tang naturally couldn't bring herself to invite him in.

After a night of nightmares, Su Tang's mind was still hazy when she woke up. Seeing Mo Qinglan suddenly, she almost blurted out, "Spare me!"

Being chased and killed for an entire night, she had truly never had such a miserable dream.

She remembered clearly, three aliases: Yun Qingchu, Little Clown, and Chu Yue. Each alias died at least twice!

When Mo Qinglan opened the tent, he saw Su Tang staring at him with a pale and dazed expression. Looking closer, he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes.

"Little Martial Aunt didn't sleep well last night. Why is your complexion so bad?" After saying that, he reached out and touched her forehead. It was cold, but she didn't have a fever.

As he approached, Su Tang subconsciously retreated, but the tent was so small that there was no way to retreat.

"Is something the matter?"

Mo Qinglan quietly watched her dodge, a hint of amusement surfacing in his eyes. "It's getting late. I came to wake you up. Are you hungry, Little Martial Aunt? I went to town earlier and bought some food. It's still warm."

When he mentioned it, Su Tang also felt her body was a bit hungry.

But she didn't expect this breakfast to be a trap, a huge one.

The True Dragon had been staying nearby. Seeing her come out, he even invited her to have breakfast. His actions and demeanor were too natural, making her unable to raise any suspicion, until the system noticed something was wrong.

"Holy crap, this breakfast is poisoned!"

"No, it has truth serum!"

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