Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 130: Rupturing Doll!

Vulely and Guanyu: “…”

Without even a hint of warning, the doll’s corpse exploded; a blast that left a decently large, and deep crater in its wake. It was a bomb made out of Qi or Spiritual Power, a trap and weapon for grievously injuring… or even killing Cultivators.

For a Mortal, such a blast would easily erase their very Soul. Thankfully, for us Higher Beings, it wasn’t so deadly. If Guanyu was the one to take the entire hit herself, she’d be somewhat injured, but mostly fine; especially with how this trick was set up when she was much weaker. However… Celia, her natural, protective instincts took hold of her, shielding us both from the explosion, and even flying away from it, despite Celia getting very injured from the attack.

Guanyu: “Asleep, but not close to death.” She said with a relieved tone, gently lying her wife’s head in her lap, healing the wounds and repairing Celia’s clothes.

Vulely: “…Well, at least she isn’t in that younger form anymore. Celia was previously still trapped like that, as that doll was apparently still living before the suicide move was used.” I mused with a thinking pose.

Guanyu: “Truly, it is a shame that Celia is back to her usual looks. As wrong as it sounds…” I cut her off there, cheekily giving the woman a taste of her own medicine.

Vulely: “Listen, if you and Celia wish to engage in sexual matters with her in that form, please leave it as a private thing between you two.” I pleaded with a deadpan tone and expression.

Guanyu: “…”

At this, the Cultivator stayed unspeaking for a solid minute, before she then burst out into laughter. Hey, save the cute laughs for Celia, our wife, not me! It wasn’t even funny, nor was I trying to make a joke!!!…

Guanyu: “Forgive me for laughing, Vulely. Yes, if she pleases, then I’ll be willing to do that. However, I was merely talking about how I felt when looking at Celia while she was in the younger form.” She finally explained after she finished her bouts of laughing.

Vulely: “Hm… that is vague enough to still be considered sexual; to which I will narrate it as.” I jokingly threatened with a smug expression.

Guanyu: “It is horrible of me to say, but I have not had much, or any at all, maternal feelings for our children, even the younger looking ones.” She replied with an awkward, remorseful tone.

Vulely: “Eh?… Ah, that isn’t a problem. The harem has many maternal women, some among the friends and children themselves.” I expressed with an unbothered shrug, a similar reaction to what the children would do, I’m sure.

Guanyu: “I know, I know. As for what I meant earlier… I felt extremely maternal for the younger Celia; which is mostly why I was so angry with you when I assumed that you were seducing her, on top of cheating on our wife.” She admitted with an embarrassed tone, face even turning a bit red; an amazingly rare sight from this cold Cultivator to show Celia, let alone me.

Vulely: “( o_o)”