The Protagonist Stole My Spiritual Roots? The Heroine, Give Me a Good Birth!

509: I call you brother, you call me...Even though the person in front of him was growing younger, looking exactly like his mother from the depths of his memory, for some reason, that once-familiar feeling of closeness was completely gone.

Mu Qingfeng didn’t know why, but he just felt that way.

”Who is he?” Mu Qingfeng didn’t respond to Zheng Yaqin, instead, he directly pointed his finger at Chen Xuan.

”He is...”

Zheng Yaqin was about to explain, but Chen Xuan spoke first:

”Hello, you must be the Feng’er Yaqin often talks about. I am... Yaqin’s close friend. It’s a great honor to meet you today!”

”Close friend?” Mu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of suspicion flashing within them.

”Would a close friend intimately hold your arm and press tightly behind you?” Mu Qingfeng’s voice unconsciously rose, even cracking slightly.

Clearly, he didn’t buy the identity Chen Xuan had given.

”Feng’er! How can you be so rude! How did Mother teach you usually? How can you speak to a guest like that!” Seeing Mu Qingfeng’s poor attitude, Zheng Yaqin couldn’t help but frown and scold him.

However, Mu Qingfeng seemed to ignore her, instead sticking out his neck and retorting: ”You’re blaming me now? You tell me, what kind of close friends interact like this?! Huh?”

At this moment, his heart was burning with rage, already on the verge of exploding.

”Ding, the Son of Luck Mu Qingfeng’s mentality is imbalanced. Rewarding the host 10,000 Heaven’s Mandate Value and 10 lottery chances!”

Chen Xuan: ”...”

Although this was very villainous, the protagonist in front of him was a bit too powerful now, and with Zheng Yaqin like this, who knew what troubles would arise.

Seeing Mu Qingfeng angry, Zheng Yaqin also felt a bit guilty. After all, this was her child, and she didn’t want him to see her in such... a muddled state.

”Feng’er, please don’t be angry. You know, since you were little, Mother has painstakingly raised you, bit by bit, into an adult.

How could others know the hardships and difficulties involved? Mother has lived alone with you all these years. Not only has life been tough, but my heart has also been incredibly lonely.

So whenever it’s late at night, Mother always thinks of those beautiful memories from the past, and tears can’t stop flowing. I suppose you can somewhat understand such suffering...”

Zheng Yaqin faced Mu Qingfeng, comforting him softly.

However, Mu Qingfeng was already furious at this moment. He gritted his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the figure not far ahead that he hated to the bone.

It was as if in the next moment, he wouldn’t be able to resist slapping him to death!

But just as he was about to lose control of his emotions, he inadvertently caught sight of Zheng Yaqin’s eyes, filled with guilt and helplessness.

At that instant, his heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and most of his anger instantly dissipated.

Even though his hatred for Chen Xuan still surged like a tide, thinking of his mother standing beside him, he couldn’t possibly make any drastic moves in front of her.

That would be too unfilial.

So, Mu Qingfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment in his heart, and slowly unclenched his fists.

”I’ll endure!”

”Ding, the Son of Luck Mu Qingfeng’s thoughts are not clear, and his mentality is imbalanced again. Rewarding the host 30,000 Heaven’s Mandate Value and 30 lottery chances.”

Chen Xuan: ”...”

It must be said that Zheng Yaqin, in some aspects, could be considered a Genius among Geniuses.

”Hmph, then tell me, what exactly is going on!” Mu Qingfeng stared intently at Chen Xuan in front of him, questioning coldly.

At this moment, Zheng Yaqin seemed a bit flustered. She hesitated, her lips parted but she didn’t know how to speak. Finally, she could only turn her pleading gaze towards Chen Xuan, seemingly hoping Chen Xuan could come up with a good idea and provide an explanation that would satisfy Mu Qingfeng.

Chen Xuan saw Zheng Yaqin’s gaze, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly into a faint smile.

Yes, a flamboyant smile.

Then, he unhurriedly walked up to Mu Qingfeng, extended his right hand, and gently patted Mu Qingfeng’s shoulder: ”Brother Feng, I know you’re very angry, but please don’t be angry yet. Let me explain slowly.

Yaqin and I are truly just very harmonious and compatible good friends, with absolutely no other special relationship, okay?”

”Do you think I’ll believe that?” Mu Qingfeng looked disbelieving.

But at this moment, Chen Xuan, as if suddenly enlightened, continued to speak voluminously: ”Actually, for us cultivators, the most important thing is to pursue the Great Dao and improve our cultivation.

Therefore, the capable come first. As long as one’s strength is strong enough, seniority is not important at all! So, I think it’s too nitpicky to get tangled up in seniority issues over a small matter like this.”

”What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say...” Before Mu Qingfeng could finish his sentence, Chen Xuan laughed heartily, interrupting him.

”Hehe, Brother Feng, my meaning is very simple. From today onwards, let’s each decide our own seniority! For example, when I see you, I’ll respectfully call you Brother Feng, but in turn, when you see me, you’ll call me Dad! How about that? Doesn’t this both resolve the current awkward situation and not affect our relationship?”

After speaking, Chen Xuan even winked at Zheng Yaqin with a smile, who then shyly lowered her head.

There was a reason why he did this.

Anyway, Mu Qingfeng was already very angry. He probably thought that one day when Zheng Yaqin wasn’t around, he would directly attack him. So now, he might as well... leave an irreparable rift in their hearts.

”Yes, Feng’er, actually you don’t know, Chen Xuan has been so good to me. He is someone worth entrusting...” Zheng Yaqin also quickly said.

However, before she could finish her sentence, Mu Qingfeng suddenly interrupted her: ”Shut up! I don’t want to hear you speak right now. Chen Xuan, right? Get out! Who are you to call me Brother Feng?”

”Ding, the Son of Luck Mu Qingfeng’s mood has reached its extreme. Rewarding 50,000 Heaven’s Mandate Value and 50 lottery chances!”

”Feng’er, how can you speak like that... You’re not allowed to speak to your Uncle Chen like that!” Seeing this, Zheng Yaqin quickly tried to dissuade him.

Mu Qingfeng, however, ignored her. Instead, he threw Spells around as if venting, then roared at Chen Xuan: ”Get out!! Get out of here! Don’t ever appear in front of my mother again!”