"Xiao Shang, what's wrong with you? Why are you repaying kindness with enmity?"

The original Xiao Shang was in so much pain that his whole body twisted up. "You deliberately lured me here using the name of the Queshan Mountain Range, and I almost lost my life here several times."

Ingratitude?

You bastard!

What happened to the Queshan mountain range?

Jia Xitong was stunned upon hearing this, "Did I mean well and still make you feel wronged?"

Good intentions are fine, but the problem is that this place is not part of the Queshan mountain range at all.

Shang Yanting's face turned even paler, partly due to his injuries and partly due to anger. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this state."

"I've noticed that you really like to blame other people."

Jia Xitong pressed his wrists down with both hands, pinning him beneath her, and glared down at him. "I kindly told you where the Queshan mountain range is, was I wrong?"

I arrived and found you being chased. I risked great danger to save you. Was I wrong?

I rushed here without stopping to take care of you, was I wrong?!

You're so ungrateful!

She held up her index finger and poked Xiao Shang's forehead, saying, "Tell me, is your argument reasonable?"

"You, you!"

Xiao Shang's face turned even paler, and he was so angry that he couldn't even speak for a moment, and then he started coughing violently.

The pain all over his body made him curl up into a ball.

Emma.

It made it seem like she was bullying him.

Jia Xitong released him, then hugged his waist and carried him towards the clamshell bed. Although Xiao Shang was quite heavy in the original story, Jia Xitong was, after all, a cultivator, and lifting three or four hundred pounds was no problem for her.

Shang Yanting, however, was very concerned, saying, "Put me down!"

"Don't move."

Jia Xitong wrapped her arms around his waist and casually patted his stomach.

Sure enough, Shang Yanting stopped moving.

He looked down at his lower abdomen and suddenly had a strange, inexplicable feeling, so much so that the spot where his palm was pressed against his body felt hot, and the heat spread to other parts of his body.

Jia Xitong placed him back on the clamshell bed and reached out to grab his wrist.

"What...what are you planning to do now?"

"Let's see how your spiritual power is recovering."

She placed two fingers on his pulse, and as her spiritual energy flowed into his body, she felt his thin, parched sea of ​​consciousness begin to recover a little.

It seems this trip really drained him.

Shang Yanting looked at the fingers on his wrist, his lips pursed slightly, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

"It's just that my spiritual energy is depleted, and I also have some external injuries."

Jia Xitong found a box of medicine and then reached for his clothes.

The next moment, Shang Yanting grabbed her hand. "What are you going to do?"

"Take off your clothes, apply the medicine."

Jia Xitong took out a waterproof ointment and stirred it for him. It was a big green blob inside, a bit like the kind of mud you use to apply a face mask.

The original author moved his lips, then turned his head to the side, "Take it away, I don't need your fake kindness."

Jia Xitong: ...

At this moment, Shang Yanting resembled a rebellious son throwing a tantrum.

"Doing it once or twice is enough."

Taking advantage of Xiao Shang's current weakness, Jia Xitong slapped him on the forehead and said, "You're such a grown man, can't you tell the difference between genuine and fake kindness? You're such a fussy, nagging man. If I didn't care about you, I would have just left."

Besides, it's not like the male lead hasn't seen his body before.

She reached out and untied the belt of his shirt, revealing a familiar...

The difference between Xiao Shang's body in the original work and the body of her host is quite obvious.

Although her host's body had two or three old scars from previous injuries, it was healthy and well-proportioned. The two scars did not detract from his appearance; on the contrary, they added to his masculinity.

However, looking at small businesses...

His chest was covered with scars: knife marks, nail-like wounds, and strange burns. They were densely packed and gruesome in shape.

And he is very thin.

The ribs on his chest were even clearly visible, indicating a morbid thinness.

The original author, Shang Yanting, was naturally sensitive.

As if sensing what Jia Xitong was thinking, he quickly covered his body with his clothes, "Get away!"

Suspicious, insecure, and sensitive.

"What are you getting out of here for? Your medicine hasn't been applied yet."

Jia Xitong sat down and stopped being angry at his words. Instead, she pressed his hands down and used her other hand to apply medicine to his already whitish wounds.

It's painted on the front and the back.

And then there's more...

Jia Xitong looked at his legs.

"You! You bastard, what else do you want to do?!" Shang Yanting was quite angry at this moment.

"It's just applying some medicine, don't be so upset."

Jia Xitong looked at him with some disdain, "It's like I'm trying to take advantage of you."

She would never take advantage of other men; she only takes advantage of her host.

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Achoo!

Shang Yanting suddenly sneezed, prompting Huo Rui, who was standing next to him, to look up and check.

Shang Yanting didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He paused and continued speaking to the middle-aged man in the room, "Senior Karl, regarding demonic cultivators, I still think we can take the initiative and strike first."

"We don't need to wait for them to come to us; we'll go directly to the demonic cultivators' territory and eliminate these threats."

Since learning about the demonic cultivators, Shang Yanting knew that a group of demonic cultivators without a demonic saint master and with the demonic prince's whereabouts unknown could not amount to anything.

However, only he knew this information.

Nowadays, demonic cultivators are no longer a threat; in fact, they can even be used as tools to help him do certain things.

You say you can strike first?

Carl looked at him, his brow furrowing slightly. "What makes you say that?"

"Because I already know the location of the demonic cultivators and their details."

"You know anything about demonic cultivators?" Karl frowned even more.

“I once killed a demonic cultivator general and learned a great deal about demonic cultivators from him. Now that the demons have vanquished, although the demonic cultivators have rebuilt their power, they are still not a force to be reckoned with. This is the perfect time for us to nip them in the bud.”

Carl: "Who can prove that the information obtained from the enemy is true?"

Shang Yanting had already anticipated his doubts, and then revealed a piece of puppet silk, saying, "I have accidentally learned a puppetry technique. This thing can control enemies and make them confess everything they know."

Upon hearing this, Huo Rui lowered his head, resisting the urge to touch the back of his neck.

On the other side, Karl, watching Yan Qing's demonstration, bluntly stated, "An evil technique."

Shang Yanting didn't react much to this assessment, saying, "Senior, a special person, deserves special treatment."

Upon hearing this, Karl remained noncommittal.

Slaughtering all the demonic cultivators in the world is his responsibility. "So, what are you planning to do?"

After so much buildup, we've finally reached this point.

Shang Yanting slowly stated his purpose, "Senior, I need a group of cultivators whose strength is no less than that of a Martial King."

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