Chapter 27 A Momentary Change "Hmm."...

“Hmm.” Linglong looked at her curiously: “You seem to know nothing. Is the information about the demons outside the valley so limited? Or do you and the beauty also live in a place where you don’t care about the world, so you are so innocent and naive?”

“Hmm…” Shi Wenzhe bit her lip: “No, it’s just that my memory isn’t very good, and I’ve forgotten a lot of things.” She pointed to Qin Wenxue and smiled: “He knows everything, but he’s unconscious right now.”

“That’s true.” Linglong nodded. “You must know something to have come to the valley. So let me ask you, are the demons outside the valley alright?”

Shi Wenzhe was so nervous she could barely speak. She didn't know what to say. Should she lie to him? No, Linglong cared so much about this; she couldn't lie to him. But if she couldn't even give him a single piece of information, wouldn't that be too suspicious?

She could only give a vague answer: "It's alright."

"That's good." Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, his smile softening considerably. He murmured softly, "With him thinking of the demons outside the valley like this, I'll definitely feel much more at ease when I bring this news back."

Shi Wenzhe felt somewhat ashamed. In fact, Linglong's face really was that of a child, innocent and naive. Her conscience was faintly aching.

He said the demon race's current situation seemed dire, yet the valley remained peaceful and idyllic, like a paradise. But what about the real world? What about Shifang City? What about Yunmeng Marsh? Those demons were in dire straits... The wolf demon said they were born with malevolent energy, their lives ending tragically, most meeting a bad end.

Shi Wenzhexin calmed down. Now the valley is full of beautiful scenery, and the plants and animals live a carefree and peaceful life. I wonder where Peach Blossom Valley is in the timeline now, and what happened in between that led to the terrible state of the demon race later on.

It's too tragic.

Looking at Linglong's gentle eyes, she couldn't help but want to tell him the truth, but telling him would be useless. He only had fragments of memories from a long time ago, and he couldn't change the course of events at all.

"Why are you so sad?" Linglong asked. "You look like you're about to cry."

Shi Wenzhe turned his head away, averting his gaze, and said softly, "It's nothing, I just thought of Qin Wenxue. The chicken soup is almost ready, but he hasn't woken up yet."

"Hmph." Linglong chuckled, "Are you worried he won't get a taste? I'm not going to take all the chicken soup. Besides, if he can't taste it, so be it. This pheasant is mainly for you to nourish your body. You look even weaker than him right now. If you faint, I won't take care of you."

Shi Wenzhe smiled and said, "Thank you." She scooped three spoonfuls of chicken soup into the bamboo tube, filling it to the brim. She was about to fill the next bamboo tube when Linglong stopped her, saying, "No need. This pheasant is only so big, and I don't like human food. I'm just taking it back for him to try. You can keep the rest. I just checked Meiren's pulse; she should be waking up soon, and..."

He pointed to the little white dog sitting upright in the red clothes and continued, "It's awake."

The little white dog opened its big, watery eyes, its pupils reflecting the light of the flames. Its expression was serious and earnest, as if it was trying to figure out who the strange man beside it was. It gently sniffed Linglong's clothes, tilted its head and tried to think, but since it couldn't figure it out, it leaned closer and sniffed Linglong's fingertips.

The faint floral fragrance lingered on its fingertips, and Ming Shu felt it was very familiar. It scratched its ear, thinking to itself that it was really getting old and couldn't remember anything.

However, since this person posed no threat, he simply ignored him. The chicken soup had already made him itch with desire, and his stomach was rumbling. Ming Shu stretched out his four short legs and rubbed against Shi Wenzhe in a coaxing manner, humming and whining affectionately.

Linglong watched all this casually from the sidelines, as if he had also become one of the group, a long-lost friend.

"Alright, I should go now." Linglong picked up the little white dog that had stepped on his skirt, placed it on Qin Wenxue's body, and patted it, saying, "Step here, be good."

"Hmph," the puppy whimpered in dissatisfaction.

"It likes you very much." Shi Wenzhe said with a smile, "It doesn't want you to leave."

“I know.” Linglong took the bamboo tube and laughed loudly, “All the demons who come to Peach Blossom Valley like me.” He pointed to the silly white dog and said confidently, “It is no exception.”

The little white dog was indeed a bit silly. Shi Wenzhe smiled and looked at Linglong, who was in a good mood, and asked, "But I'm quite curious, what kind of demon are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Linglong's figure suddenly froze, as if she had been frozen in place by those words.

A strong wind began to rise outside the cave, blowing large swaths of fallen leaves into it. The flames flickered, and half of his face was shrouded in darkness, while the other half was reflected in the lamplight. Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand why the easygoing person in front of him had suddenly changed. He had become gloomy and indifferent, his brows and eyes seemed to be hiding a heavy burden of worries, and his back was slightly bent.

"Woof woof woof!" The little white dog lowered its head and bared its teeth.

"Linglong?" Shi Wenzhe called out cautiously, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it also seemed to have passed in an instant. Suddenly, a vast sea of ​​fire appeared before Shi Wenzhe's eyes, with countless creatures screaming in agony within the flames. The world was dark and gloomy, and the scene was distorted and terrifying. The sound was so real that Shi Wenzhe felt as if he were there, as if his whole body was being burned. He curled up and hugged himself.

She was trapped in the illusion and could not get out. She could only cry out pitifully and sadly. Her palms were pierced by sharp claws. The pain and blood focused her vision. All she could see was the burning flame and the graceful young man. Shi Wenzhe woke up from this dream.

The little white dog whimpered and barked. Shi Wenzhe petted it and silently wiped the blood off the back of his hand.

"It's nothing." Linglong's voice was low and hoarse, his face dark, but the next second he broke into a triumphant smile and laughed loudly: "Scared, weren't you!"

“Hmm…” Shi Wenzhe nodded hesitantly, “This isn’t funny.” She thought, being burned by fire really hurts.

"Haha, don't be scared. I just don't like people asking me this question, so I wanted to tease you." He laughed to ease the tension: "Don't ask me such a mood-killing question again, okay?"

He raised his voice when he said the last three words, "Do you know?" as if to remind him, but Shi Wenzhe could still detect a hint of threat in his tone.

She stared blankly at the familiar child in front of her. Linglong had his arms crossed and his body was slightly curled up, as if he was injured and could not straighten up.

The peaceful interaction of the past two days seemed like an illusion. At this moment, Linglong's eyes were full of smiles, but the happiness did not reach her eyes. She was like a venomous snake hunting in the dark.

Shi Wenzhe gripped her sleeve tightly, abruptly averting her gaze. She tried to remain calm and replied, "Mm."

"That's good." Linglong smiled. "Then I'll be going. It's chilly at night. You can keep my clothes, but you can't get them dirty, or he'll be angry."

"Okay," she replied.

"Woof woof woof!"

"He's gone far away... Don't be afraid," Shi Wenzhe murmured, stroking the little white dog's fur, unsure whether he was comforting himself or the little white dog.

She sensed something amiss in this sudden turn of events, but what could she do?

Qin Wenxue is still unconscious, and she seems a little scared being alone.

"Woof woof..." The little white dog seemed to sense something, and happily hopped to Qin Wenxue's side, rubbing its wet nose against his face, its tail wagging back and forth.

"Your Majesty!" A warm breath came from her lips, and the sleeping person's breathing became even. Ming Shu finally relaxed and nuzzled his head into Qin Wenxue's neck.

Startled by the noise, Shi Wenzhe turned around and nearly lost her mind. She scooped up the puppy and placed it on her lap, patiently saying, "Don't disturb him." She ladled some chicken soup into a bamboo tube and pushed it next to the white dog, saying, "Are you hungry? Have some first."

Ming Shu was so excited that his tail was wagging wildly, and he couldn't eat anything at all.

However, Shi Wen was unusually gentle, which he wasn't used to. There wouldn't be such a demon in the Thirty-Three Palaces, nor in the Ten Directions City, let alone a woman.

Yun Jin is gentle, but she is a silent person. She only knows how to use her sword to fight evil and bring peace to the demon realm. She doesn't like to talk much and doesn't often comfort others, but Ming Shu has grown accustomed to her company, even though the underlying tone of that company is silence.

No one is as patient as Shi Wenzhe in comforting others, showing kindness and protecting them. That would be a bit foolish, since the demons in Shifang City have all fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He couldn't help but take two steps back, trying to avoid it. Such kindness was like addictive poison to him; he wouldn't accept it if he couldn't control it.

But the other person's eyes were so innocent, and he thought, "If anyone should be in control, it should be Qin Wenxue. The Demon Realm is his Demon Realm, and he is just Qin Wenxue's dog. If he thinks so much, he is not Ming Shu."

"Cough cough—" The coughing sound was faintly heard amidst the flying sparks, but Shi Wenzhe still heard it; that sound was something she longed for day and night.

She ran towards Qin Wenxue without looking back, her eyes full of joy, and just like that, she bumped into his deep, star-like eyes.

The cave fell silent for a moment.

Shi Wenzhe stared wide-eyed: "Ah..." She thought, "So this is what a beauty looks like when he wakes up, lazy and casual, with a faint gentleness in his eyes, and most importantly, he is a beauty."

The gaze was so intense that Qin Wenxue's voice was a little hoarse. He whispered, "Don't look." Then he turned his face away, hiding his face in the darkness. His long hair covered most of his face, only revealing his eyelashes trembling slightly in the firelight.

Shy beauties are actually more attractive.

"Mmm," she said. "But you're so good-looking, you should be seen by more people." Her tone sounded a bit lewd.

Ming Shu: "..." The little white dog scratched its ears, as if it had heard something terrible, and closed its ears tightly, not daring to listen anymore.

"Cough cough..." Qin Wenxue coughed a few more times, and Shi Wenzhe helped him up and leaned him against the cave wall, and brought him a bowl of warm water.

"You just woke up, so have a good drink. It's a coincidence that the chicken soup was just made. The ingredients are all naturally grown in Peach Blossom Valley, and it smells wonderful."

Qin Wenxue leaned against the stone wall, still very weak. He didn't reply, but just quietly watched her.

"What's wrong?" Shi Wenzhe was a little confused by his direct gaze. She was actually a little shy and thought there was some cigarette ash on her face, so she tried to cover it up by wiping it with her sleeve.