Chapter 29 You molested me?! "Haha..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Shi Wenzhe laughed triumphantly and said lewdly, "Let me take a good look at what breed the puppy is." So she rubbed and rubbed the puppy, pinching and touching it here and there, not sparing its ears, nose and teeth.

Ming Shu's eyes were red, and she looked at Qin Wenxue pitifully, her eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.

"Woof woof woof!" It fiercely resisted Shi Wenzhe. Qin Wenxue wanted to step forward to stop it, after all, that little dog wasn't a real dog.

"Hey, stop!" Shi Wenzhe quickly stopped him when he saw the other person's actions. "I'm just playing with the puppy. You know, in my hometown, this is a sign of a close relationship with the puppy. Look how happy it is now."

Qin Wenxue: "..." He couldn't tell if she was happy or not, but he was always on edge, hearing the pitiful whimpering of the puppy.

He couldn't bear to see his little dog suffer like that, but this time it was indeed his fault for accidentally tearing off Shi Wenzhe's outer robe. Letting Shi Wenzhe knead it properly would be even, he thought simply.

But unexpectedly, I heard about this...this idiot.

She pulled apart the puppy's hind legs and started looking inside. Pointing excitedly, she told Qin Wenxue, "It's a little boy!"

Qin Wenxue: "..."

Ming Shu: "?!?!?!?!"

Ming Shu cried out in terror, "Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof!" He tried to pull his hind legs back with all his might, but he couldn't budge them. Shi Wenzhe was still very strong in front of a small dog. Ming Shu seemed to have been struck by lightning and lost his soul. In the end, he stopped struggling and lay on Shi Wenzhe's lap with no will to live, silently shedding tears: "Waaaaaah, Yun Jin, help me, I've been bullied, waaaaaah, Yun Jin."

Ming Shu was utterly miserable, like a little cabbage in the field that no one cared for. Even the Venerable One didn't care about him anymore, and Yun Jin wasn't here. He had lost his chastity just like that, and no female demon would want him anymore.

"Wa ...

Qin Wenxue: "It... never mind." He gave up explaining and stepped forward to rescue the little white dog. The little white dog huddled in his arms, trembling and howling pitifully. Qin Wenxue gently combed its fur and slowly infused it with some magic power, saying in a gentle tone: "It's okay, you're just a little dog now."

He patted the little white dog's back, gently coaxing it. After a soft whimper, the little white dog relaxed its body under the comforting magical nourishment and finally fell asleep quietly.

His body was still severely depleted, and he couldn't transform into human form for the time being, but he could only look like a puppy. Qin Wenxue felt even more affection for him.

Shi Wenzhe belatedly realized what was happening and shamelessly leaned over to ask, "Is it shy because it's thin-skinned?"

"Um."

"But he's just a puppy. Puppies don't need to be shy."

Qin Wenxue hesitated, then glanced at her with a complicated expression.

Shi Wen felt a chill run down her spine and her heart pounded. She glanced at the pitiful little dog and muttered, "I won't do anything unforgivable, will I..."

She watched as Qin Wenxue folded the exquisite outer robe and placed the puppy on it. The robe was made of the finest materials, crafted from thousand-year-old spiritual plants from Peach Blossom Valley, and it even carried a floral fragrance that could soothe the mind.

The little puppy tucked itself in and sniffed, as if it smelled an extremely pleasant and reassuring scent, and it fell into a deep sleep in the fragrance.

"Cough cough," Qin Wenxue coughed a few times, turning his head to the side. He kept his voice very low, as if afraid of waking the puppy, and was very careful.

"What's wrong?" Shi Wenzhe stepped forward and gently stroked the other's back, her concern evident in her voice. "Is your fever gone?" She was about to tiptoe and touch the other's forehead when Qin Wenxue lightly dodged her.

Shi Wenzhe felt a moment of disappointment. They were already so familiar with each other, but Qin Wenxue was still so indifferent.

"It's nothing." He glanced at Shi Wenzhe, then looked away and said softly, "Just a little stuffy."

"Ouch." Shi Wen kicked a pebble on the ground with his right foot, seemingly unconcerned about the other's indifference: "It's a pity we're in a cave, otherwise the air circulation would be better. How about I go outside and pick some fruit for you? Those fruits are sour, so they might not smell so stuffy."

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit," he said coldly.

The pebbles on the ground had been kicked around by Shi Wenzhe several times, making a noticeably noisy sound. Shi Wenzhe's heart sank slowly, and she could only say, "Fine." She didn't give up: "But that fruit really smells delicious."

Her tone was somewhat sullen, which Qin Wenxue sensed. She moved her lips as if to say something, but then closed them tightly. However, seeing Shi Wenzhe intently kicking pebbles with his head down, she still explained, "It's too dark outside, and the tree is very tall..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Wenzhe flashed a big smile. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "So he was worried about me."

Her worries had long since vanished: "Okay, okay," she replied, her eyes shining.

"Then wait a moment." She turned back to the firewood, scooped up the remaining lotus seeds from the bottom of the pot, and brought them to Qin Wenxue's side: "This! It's delicious. You didn't eat much just now. Let me tell you, this tastes sweet, like eating honey."

He took it, looked into Shi Wenzhe's bright eyes, lowered his head and took a small bite.

Shi Wenzhe couldn't tell whether the other person liked the food or not, but when she packed her things to go to bed, she saw the empty bowl with only a little soup left, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

The night was already very deep. The clouds were too thick to see the moon. In the entire valley, it seemed that only this small cave had a glimmer of light. Shi Wenzhe seemed to be a small animal curled up comfortably in the cave. Because the place was familiar, the smell was reassuring, and there was a clump of firewood that seemed impossible to extinguish, she felt exceptionally safe. Amid the crackling of the firewood, she gradually lost consciousness and collapsed into the warm arms of the person next to her.

The little white dog groaned as it was pressed down, kicking at the person on top of it in dissatisfaction. Qin Wenxue picked it up and moved it to another position, where it whimpered and fell asleep again in her arms.

Shi Wenzhe, like an unreasonable scoundrel, wouldn't let go of the spot where the little white dog had been lying. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, but the smile on her lips never faded. She moved her body and felt that sleeping like this was a little uncomfortable, so she opened her arms and hugged Qin Wenxue's waist.

The tip of her nose carried the cool fragrance of melting snow. Shi Wenzhe had another dream, in which she turned into a little white flower, buried in a heavy snow. The ground beneath the snow was dark and gloomy, which she disliked. So she raised her flower and parted the layers of snow. The moment she looked up and saw the light, a red plum tree stood alone in the snow. The red plum tree was also weighed down by the heavy snow, its branches broken and falling heavily. The little white flower tried to reach out and touch the falling red plum branch.

It hopped and jumped, trying every possible method, until it finally stood on a huge round rock and gently touched it.

The plum blossoms were so fragrant that when I smelled them, I felt as if my long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. Overjoyed, I couldn't contain my excitement, so I took a large basin and rubbed the flowers against it again and again... until the little white flowers were covered with the cold fragrance of winter plum blossoms.

It was very happy to rub against the trees, so it frolicked and rolled around in the deserted snow. But fate is unpredictable. The wind and clouds began to rise, and the snow fell heavier and heavier. Its vision blurred, and it could not find its way back to the tree. The little white flower was alone and desperate in the desolate world. The cold spread to its limbs. Finally, Shi Wenzhe woke up.

She stared at the warm yellow firewood, still somewhat dazed, unsure of what day it was. But the icy coldness from her palms was unmistakable. Shi Wenzhe looked over in alarm and saw that Qin Wenxue was unconscious. He seemed to be in great pain, his brows furrowed even in his sleep. No matter how Shi Wenzhe called out to him, there was no response. A cold mist rose and enveloped Qin Wenxue's entire body. He was as if he were imprisoned on a deserted icy plain, his limbs bound by the wind and snow, and a layer of frost gradually spreading across his cheeks.

The white frost brushed past his eyelashes and spread into his black hair. Shi Wenzhe's hands trembled as he wiped away the frost, watching as Qin Wenxue's black hair turned white. No matter how many times she wiped it away, the frost clung to it, clinging tightly, as if it wanted to devour the person in her arms.

"Qinwenxue, Qinwenxue! What's wrong with you?" Shi Wenzhe's repeated calls echoed in the stone cave. She didn't understand why someone who had clearly recovered would start having an attack again, and why it was getting worse.

This godforsaken place not only wants her life, but also Qin Wenxue's.

Strands of black mist emerged from Qin Wenxue's body, eventually coalescing into a ball that swirled around the two of them. Shi Wenzhe thought he was seeing things. Why was there such a thick black mist on the other person? The black mist seemed to have a life force, attacking everything visible in the cave. Shi Wenzhe couldn't shake it off or tear it apart, and he paced anxiously in circles inside the cave.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, and the firewood, unable to bear the weight, went out with a crackling sound. The entire cave was plunged into darkness, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. Fear and panic filled the air.

She clung tightly to Qin Wenxue, whether out of fear or a desire to offer him warmth, it was unclear.

"Qinwenxue, Qinwenxue!" She shook the other person's body, but there was no response. The little white dog didn't wake up even with such a commotion; it seemed to be under a spell and unable to break free.

Shi Wenzhe was so anxious that he wished he could destroy this wretched place. He couldn't get out, and he didn't know what to do if he stayed.

"Hmph." The little white dog let out a weak and pitiful groan. He felt the pain of Qin Wenxue at this moment, so he knew that the other party's cold poison had flared up again. Every time Qin Wenxue's cold poison flared up, it was completely unreasonable, but one thing was certain: he would suffer a fate worse than death.

Ming Shu couldn't remember exactly when he was poisoned. Although the Demon Realm was dangerous, with the Flower-Holding Venerable in the Thirty-Three Palaces, it was impossible for anyone, whether immortal, demon, or human, to plant the poison in Qin Wenxue without her knowledge.