Chapter 4 Can You Pretend to Like Me?

Fu Ning took advantage of the time when Song Jinghe was cooking to change the bandage on the wound on his back.

She used the powder made from her newly made elixir. Although it was only a first-grade elixir, it was better than applying herbs directly.

Look, although it still hurts, the wound has begun to scab over.

She twisted her neck to look at the mirror, applied powder on herself with her backhand, and then she heard Song Jinghe knocking on the door.

"Wait a minute, I'm changing the dressing."

The knocking on the door stopped, and was replaced by Song Jinghe's voice, "Do you need my help?"

Fu Ning's arms had been sore for a long time. When he heard that there was such a good thing, he immediately lay down on the bed, "Yes, yes, come in quickly."

It was eerily quiet outside for a few seconds.

Even the system couldn't help but say: "Boss, villains are always polite..."

Fu Ning: "Who cares? I just save myself the trouble. It's too uncomfortable to apply medicine with my hands behind my back."

Song Jinghe pushed open the door, put the two dishes he had cooked on the table, walked to the bed, and saw Fu Ning's wheat-colored back.

There were three glaring black and red wounds on it.

Very ugly.

He thought with a headache that this bandit had no idea what shame was.

Fu Ning handed him the powder in his hand and said, "Please spread it evenly for me."

Soon, a cold hand fell on Fu Ning's back, and the movement was as gentle as a feather brushing.

"It's quite comfortable." Fu Ning closed his eyes and said to the system, "It's not that I'm narcissistic, I think the villain is seducing me."

The system took a look at the favorability level, and it was still negative forty-six.

It is 100% certain that its host is narcissistic.

After applying the medicine, Song Jinghe walked out the door and waited until Fu Ning had put on his clothes before coming back in.

Fu Ning had already sat down at the table, wandering around with chopsticks in hand.

In this plate of fried shredded potatoes alone, some of them were as black as charcoal, and some of them looked not cooked at all. The stewed meat was not much better, and Song Jinghe also burned it.

She said that she smelled something strange just now and she shouldn't have listened to the system and come back to eat.

Since his resurrection, eating has been a happy time that Fu Ning cherishes very much. Now this simple happiness is ruined by Song Jinghe and these two dishes.

She said to the system while shaking her chopsticks, "I have to thank Song Jinghe. After eating his meal, I won't want to eat shredded potatoes and rabbit meat for half a year."

The system also felt that the two plates of black stuff looked like poison, so it tested them and found that they were actually highly toxic.

It immediately activated the alarm program, and alarm bells rang in Fu Ning's mind, "Warning! Warning! The Heaven-level poison, the Death Pill, was detected in the rabbit meat soup!"

Fu Ning was stunned for a moment. She spent two years developing the formula of the fatal pill, but she didn't expect that it would be used to harm her now.

How unpredictable!

She glanced at the shredded potatoes that looked terrible, picked up a piece of slightly less mushy rabbit meat with chopsticks, and calmly put it into her mouth.

The system was anxious, "Boss, boss, isn't this an alarm? Why are you still eating?"

Fu Ning raised his eyebrows, "I can make an antidote."

The system was shocked: "Is this true? This is a heavenly elixir."

Fu Ning said "hmm", picked up the rice and started eating the two dishes without changing his expression.

There were rules in the righteous way back then. When one made a poison, one had to make a corresponding antidote as well.

It took her only two years to make the poison, but it took her seven years to detoxify it. Finally, she found a herb called Liansang in the human world that could neutralize the poison. This herb is actually quite common in the human world, but not in the world of cultivation. No wonder she spent seven years studying it.

But before she could deliver the antidote recipe to Danlu Peak, she was struck to death by lightning.

Now that she is in the human world, it is not difficult for her to find that herb.

When you have time, go find some mulberry grass.

Now she had something to do.

Fu Ning rarely stopped joking with the system and said to Song Jinghe, "Put your hand over here."

Song Jinghe curled up his fingers and didn't move.

Fu Ning didn't say anything. He took out the remaining medicine powder and gauze and grabbed Song Jinghe's left wrist under his astonished eyes.

Perhaps because it had not seen the sun for many years, this hand was two shades whiter than his own, except for a particularly noticeable bloodstain on the index finger.

Song Jinghe cut his hand while cutting vegetables.

The pink tender flesh was turned out, looking much more serious than the previous scratch. Fu Ning blew gently, just like Song Jinghe had done before.

The cool breeze fell on his fingers. Song Jinghe opened his eyes wide, and his fingers curled up involuntarily. He tried to pull his hand back, but the bandit held his wrist tightly, spread out his fingers, applied medicine powder and wrapped him with gauze without giving him a chance to refuse.

This shouldn't be the case. She took the fatal pill without any preparation. He should be happy.

But something was gnawing at Song Jinghe's heart. It didn't hurt, but it made him feel slightly numb. He hated this emotion so much, and it made him feel humiliated.

He shouldn't have any unnecessary emotions for the bandit who kidnapped him.

What he wanted to do was to make this woman bewitched by him.

"Song Jinghe." Fu Ning suddenly called his name, and Song Jinghe looked up at her.

Fu Ning said: "You should know why I brought you back to the village."

Song Jinghe lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in his expression. What else could it be? It was nothing more than lust for beauty, which was no different from raping a woman.

Fu Ning squatted down and appeared in front of Song Jinghe, forcing him to look at her.

Her eyes are like two black grapes.

"Because I like you, but I don't know if you like me or not. It seems like you have never told me."

like? A hint of sarcasm flashed across Song Jinghe's eyes. How could this barbarian say these two words?

Her preference is possession and coercion.

Such love is only worthy of his hatred.

Fu Ning continued: "Song Jinghe, if I can cure your legs and internal injuries, can I get your love?"

Song Jinghe almost wanted to laugh out loud. Not to mention that his leg was broken by this woman, it was impossible for an ordinary person with no spiritual power to heal his leg injury and internal injuries.

But he heard the sound of his own heartbeat, his heart was moved sadly, and he wished all the time that he could return to the way he was before.

I'm just trying anything I can think of.

He made his voice sound as calm as possible, "Can you really heal my leg?"

Fu Ning laughed, "I will show you, do you agree to it?"

Song Jinghe secretly clenched the handle of the wheelchair until his fingertips turned white. If he can really achieve his goal, he will certainly use any means necessary.

He stared into Fu Ning's eyes and said seriously, "Xiao Shuang, my feelings are not a transaction."

Fu Ning tilted his head in disappointment, "So you look down on me, but you can't pretend."

"No." Song Jinghe shook his head gently, "You are my wife. Even if you can't cure my leg, I should respect and love you."

System: "This villain is really good at talking."

Fu Ning: "Let's see the favorability."

The system was silent for a while, then shouted, "The villain's current favorability is minus 47, it actually dropped a bit, why is this happening! Is the favorability detection program broken?!"

"He liked me unwillingly, so of course his favorability level decreased."

Fu Ning finished his meal and went into the yard. He chopped the wood in half with an axe. "But I just like to see others cater to me unwillingly."

A few days later, Fu Ning went out hunting and picked up some mulberry grass and a calico cat.

The kitten, only slightly bigger than her palm, accidentally stepped into a hunting trap and broke its leg.

The little one was not afraid of people at all. Instead, he rubbed Fu Ning's hand affectionately. Seeing that she and Xiao Sanhua got along well, she decided to take him home to treat his leg.

This was the scene that Song Jinghe saw when he entered the kitchen in a wheelchair. The furry kitten was acting coquettishly in the hands of this bandit, which made the woman's face look much softer.

He quickly looked away, but the kitten noticed him, limped over to him, circled around his wheelchair, and observed him.

Song Jinghe pursed his lips tightly. This woman, this woman had not given up yet and was determined to humiliate him.

Fu Ning looked up at him and said with a smile: "Xiao Sanhua, this is your father."

Song Jinghe was stunned for a moment. He couldn't imagine how this woman could say such a thing without changing her expression. He subconsciously said, "What, what dad?"

Fu Ning said, "This is my new little Sanhua. I'm its mother and you're its father. What's wrong with that?"

She came over, picked up Xiao Sanhua, and put her back next to her legs. "I will heal Xiao Sanhua's legs first, and then heal the child's father's legs."

Song Jinghe suppressed the brows that wanted to frown and asked, "Can you cure it?"

Fu Ning used her fingers to tease the kitten. The barbs on the cat's tongue scratched her hand, making her laugh. "Yes, I said I would prove to you that I can heal your leg."

She opened the lid of the alchemy furnace and took out a dark green pill.

There was a faint spiritual energy gathered in this pill. Song Jinghe straightened his back and looked at the pill in disbelief.

How is it possible? How could this bandit with no spiritual power be able to refine a third-grade elixir?

Although he had seen Fu Ning take out many pills and knew that she had some skills, those were first-grade pills with many impurities and poor quality.

He cast his eyes on the alchemy furnace. He was sure that he had not seen this thing a few days ago. It was brought back by her these two days. To be precise, it was the night she was whipped.

The alchemy furnace looks simple and no different from an ordinary alchemy furnace, but Song Jinghe knows that sometimes the more ordinary something is, the more powerful it is.

This alchemy furnace might be a heavenly treasure. It would be a waste to let this bandit who can't practice cultivation take it.

He asked, "Why haven't I seen this alchemy furnace before?"

As expected of a villain, he saw the key point at a glance. Fu Ning saw the desire in Song Jinghe's eyes and said nonchalantly: "I picked it up in the back mountain. I took it back because it looked like it could still be used."

Fu Ning took a small basin, poured hot water into it, put the elixir he had prepared into it to dissolve it, and the water in the basin instantly turned dark green.

She lifted up Xiao Sanhua's front legs and soaked its injured foot in the water. Xiao Sanhua struggled uncomfortably at first, but Fu Ning touched its head and told it that this was treatment. Xiao Sanhua seemed to understand what people were saying and its struggling strength gradually decreased. Finally, it lay on Fu Ning's hand with its front legs, enjoying itself a little, and soaked its hind feet in the hot water.

The system couldn't help but say: "This kitten is quite intelligent."

Fu Ning said: "Have you ever thought that it's not that it has spirituality, but that I can communicate with it."

The system indicated that its host was a little too confident.

Fu Ning rubbed Xiao Sanhua's head and soaked it for about an incense stick of time. She lifted the kitten out of the water, took a cloth beside her, wiped its legs carefully, and put it on the ground.

The spiritual medicine visibly repaired the kitten's injuries, and after it got down to the ground, it walked much more agilely than before.

Song Jinghe picked up the little Sanhua from the ground, held its belly and looked at it carefully.

Little Sanhua stretched out her legs in dissatisfaction and was about to press them on his face, but fortunately he reacted quickly and moved the kitten away a little.

Fu Ning laughed, "I don't think Xiao Sanhua likes you very much."

Song Jinghe pursed his lips, put the kitten on the ground, and watched it run out of the kitchen and go to the yard to play.

After a long while, it was only with the system's reminder that Fu Ning realized that Song Jinghe had been keeping his head down and not speaking.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jinghe's eyes fell into the shadows, and his voice was muffled, "No one would like a cripple like me."

Pretending to be pitiful again.

Fu Ning smiled, walked to Song Jinghe, and held his face, "I like you. You see, I can cure Xiao Sanhua, and I can cure you too."

Song Jinghe's body stiffened for a moment, and he even wanted to take a step back with his wheelchair. He stared at Fu Ning.

It would be better if this woman liked me as much as she said, so that I would be happier when I destroy her.

Fu Ning held the backrest of his wheelchair. From a distance, it looked like she was encircling Song Jinghe. "You have to love me well too. Practice your cooking skills first, okay?"

The system has discovered that its host doesn't know what shyness is, and it's easier to tell the villain that he likes him than to eat.

Fu Ning's shadow was cast on Song Jinghe, forming a tight shadow, just like the gloomy life that now trapped him.

Thinking of the death pill in his hand that had visibly shrunk, Song Jinghe smiled warmly, "Okay, I will definitely find Ah Cai to learn from me."