Chapter 409 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS The Easily Fooled Cultivator 12

He clearly didn't use any force just now...

How could he be so badly injured!

Meng Qizhou picked up the "rolling" little fruit and hurriedly asked, "Where does it hurt?"

He looked down at her back.

There are no visible wounds, could it be an internal injury?

"My stomach hurts... I want to eat something." Little Fruit glanced longingly at the roast chicken next to her. "Eating will help me recover."

Meng Qizhou frowned, ignoring her words. At a time like this, what was the point of eating? Saving lives was the priority. "I'll call my senior brother to take a look at you."

He had no other choice but to go to Pei Zhengqing.

"I don't want to look! I want to eat!" Little Fruit quickly refused.

If she really called Pei Zhengqing over later, she would definitely be taught a lesson. That man looked fierce and was not at all like Meng Qizhou, who was easy to fool. She was a little afraid of him, which was why she didn't dare to let him come over.

The little fruit opened its mouth wide and said, "It will get better on its own once it's full."

Meng Qizhou stared at her reaction. "Are you faking it?"

She shook her head rapidly, like a rattle-drum, "No! It really hurts, I'm so hungry."

After a long pause, Meng Qizhou put her down with some skepticism, saying, "Then go and eat."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Guozi skipped and hopped over to the roast chicken she had been longing for.

Meng Qizhou was still pondering when he glanced at Xiao Guozi, who was holding chicken legs in both hands, taking a bite from the left and a bite from the right, her face full of satisfaction…

He's lively and energetic, he doesn't look like he's been beaten to the point of vomiting blood at all.

She tricked me again!

He was angry, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Little Fruit seemed to notice his displeased look and smiled at him somewhat embarrassedly.

He's just too stupid; he falls for her tricks every time. You can't blame her.

Of course, fools have to suffer some losses.

She thought to herself.

Meng Qizhou immediately understood what she was thinking, and angrily turned away, not wanting to say a word.

But not long after, there was no sound from behind.

He couldn't help but look back again.

Little Fruit had eaten and drunk its fill, and lay there asleep on its back with its belly exposed.

Its body is shaped like the Chinese character "大" (big), but its arms and legs are short, making it look somewhat comical.

Such a small, broken fruit, yet its head is filled with a lot of bad ideas.

Looking at the small incense burner burning nearby, he deliberately smeared charcoal ash on her fair face a few times.

Several dark marks were left behind.

The anger in my heart gradually subsided.

He quickly regretted it—he was the one who would be washing her face later!

After a long while, the man in the carriage sighed helplessly.

Fearing she would catch a cold, he brought a thin blanket to cover Xiaoguozi, and then closed all the carriage curtains to keep out the cold wind.

...

evening.

The group finally returned to their sect.

Meng Qizhou and his disciples were all going to the main hall to receive instruction, so they didn't have time to linger. They first placed Xiao Guozi in their own courtyard and then assigned several trustworthy servants to guard it.

Little Fruit sat on the steps of the courtyard, lost in thought, with a flower bud on her head and a few blades of grass in her hand.

She just picked these from the flowerbed outside the yard.

Unexpectedly, Meng Qizhou had such leisure time that he actually planted so many flowers and plants.

It's a pity the timing is wrong; the flowers haven't bloomed yet, they're just little buds, which isn't very interesting.

"What are you?" A person suddenly walked out of the house next door.

The man was dressed in the robes of a Lingyun Sect disciple, his hair tied up high, with a bluish-gray ribbon fluttering in the wind and falling onto his shoulder.

Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Meng Qizhou's, but she had a more gloomy look.

He was smiling, but his eyes seemed to be chilling and unfathomable.

"Senior Brother Chu, this is a little spirit that Senior Brother Meng brought back..." The servant paused for a moment, looking somewhat embarrassed, "This little spirit hasn't developed intelligence yet, and it's a bit mischievous. It didn't mean to pick your flowers..."

The servants were also in a dilemma. They didn't have time to stop it before the little fruit's hand reached out and plucked a flower bud.

After their repeated and earnest persuasion, they finally stopped harming more flowers and only pulled out a few weeds.

This flower garden belongs to Chu Jin'an, and it's planted with many flowers and plants.

He has always been eccentric and difficult to get along with, and his status is also unusual, so most of his disciples usually don't dare to provoke him.

Chu Jin'an glanced at them indifferently, but didn't say anything.

Little Guozi, who was standing to the side, was very unhappy to hear this. What do you mean by not being intelligent yet?

If she hasn't been enlightened, doesn't that mean she's an idiot?

She's so smart!

How could you say that about her!

“I didn’t mean to pick your flowers. I didn’t know they were yours. I thought they were planted by Meng Qizhou.”

Little Fruit walked over to him with a proud and arrogant air and stood in front of him. "When he comes back, I'll make him pay you back. He can pay you back however you want."

Chu Jin'an sized her up for a few moments and asked, "Are you a wild ginseng spirit from the mountains?"

“I’m not!” She shook her head. “I’m a radish spirit, a clean, white radish.”

Even though she said that she was just an ordinary radish spirit, she still looked very smug.

"Really?" Chu Jin'an raised an eyebrow and smiled, seemingly a little skeptical. "She is quite good-looking, though."

The little fruit sensed danger and turned to leave. One of its short legs had already taken a hurried step, but someone grabbed its hand.

Taking advantage of his position, Chu Jin'an picked her up and lifted her high into the air.

"You little devil, you're quite arrogant and have quite a temper."

"Put me down!"

Chu Jin'an ignored her and lifted the little fruit even higher, deliberately trying to scare her.

After a while, he stopped and held her in his arms.

He walked straight ahead a few steps.

Meng Qizhou was standing not far in front of him, looking like he had just finished his work and was carrying a lot of things.

Chu Jin'an said with a smile, "Qi Zhou, you're back. The little radish spirit in your yard is quite adorable, and we seem to have a special connection; it seems to like me a lot. It kept asking me to hold it, so why don't I take it home and keep it for a couple of days?"