Chapter 442 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Fooled Cultivator (45)

Little Fruit rolled his eyes, not quite understanding what he was saying.

"You're so noisy." She spat water directly in his face.

Annoying person.

It's a good opportunity for him to wash his face and stop bothering her.

Meng Qizhou's clothes were soaked with water, and water droplets were dripping down his chin.

"Why are you so disobedient?" he said with a stern face.

She was like this when they first met; she would bully people and spit water on them at the slightest disagreement, and she still hasn't changed this bad habit.

"Hehehe."

Little Guozi was still squirming in Meng Qizhou's arms, completely oblivious to the fact that she had done something wrong, and remained as arrogant as ever.

She's not afraid of him anymore!

He certainly wouldn't hit her.

The little fruit still had a smug smile on its face.

Seeing this, Meng Qizhou simply grabbed her and wiped the water from his face onto her body, then held her and wiped her body as if he were using a rag.

"No! You can't!" Little Fruit struggled, but couldn't escape. "It's so dirty!"

Seeing that she still looked down on him, Meng Qizhou said, "I haven't even looked down on you yet, so who's the dirty fruit?"

The little fruit got wet, with patches of water on it.

She pouted and began to act: "It's so cold, I'm freezing, my body is so cold..."

His body began to tremble slightly, and he started to shiver.

Meng Qizhou looked outside and saw that the doors and windows were closed and the room was warm, so it was not freezing like this.

"Pretending?" he asked, squinting.

"It's so cold..." Little Guozi snuggled up to him, burying her face in his clothes so he wouldn't see her expression.

Meng Qizhou had a gut feeling that she was probably faking it, but he was genuinely worried about her.

He took a blanket and wrapped it around her.

"It's not cold anymore." He said expressionlessly, wrapping the small fruit into a large rice dumpling.

Even its mischievous hands were wrapped up inside, leaving only its little head sticking out, its two eyes still blinking.

"The hand needs to come out," Little Fruit muttered, frowning.

"No way." Meng Qizhou refused outright, "My hands will get cold too, I need to protect them..."

He patted her gently again, "Go to sleep, just like this, it's perfect."

Little Fruit was unhappy and glared at him, refusing to go to sleep.

The two kicked at each other, neither of them blinking.

Before long, Xiaoguozi's eyelids began to droop, and after struggling a few times, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing her movements, Meng Qizhou carried her to the bed again.

The bed was large enough that even ten of them could roll around on it without any problem.

Little Guozi slept there, taking up only a small space, and the blanket she was wrapped in was taken out and placed on top of her.

Meng Qizhou sat on the edge of the bed and watched.

It's a tiny, soft little ball, and it looks incredibly cute.

He reached out and pinched her pointed ears, touched her rosy cheeks, pinched her soft flesh, scratched her chubby paws a few times, and gently patted her back...

That's so well-behaved.

How can she be so well-behaved and so lovable?

Ginseng fruit is truly a rare treasure.

Meng Qizhou sighed with certainty, his eyes overflowing with tenderness and affection.

...

After that day, Meng Qizhou stayed at the sect to recuperate.

His injuries were no longer serious, and no one was interested in the ginseng fruit anymore; they just told him to rest and recover.

Because he saved Meng Qizhou, the White Bone Demon stayed behind for the time being, and the sect's physicians tried to remove the remaining poison from his body.

"Did you see the abbot?" Xiao Guozi asked.

Now that he can stay openly and honestly, it is a good opportunity for him to meet the abbot, which is better than waiting hopelessly at the foot of the mountain before.

The white bone demon shook its head, somewhat troubled, "The mage won't see me."

He went there a few times, and each time a young monk from the abbot's side would come out to tell him that he was not receiving outsiders.

Later, he went to see him again.

The young monk then told him that the abbot couldn't help him with what he wanted to ask for, and that he should find another way, as things might still turn around.

The Bone Demon also compromised.

Having lived for a hundred years, if he truly cannot survive the great calamity, then that is his destiny.

Instead, let's cherish the time we have now.

"All right……"

Little Fruit felt somewhat helpless after hearing this.

This abbot is indeed very mysterious; unless he wants to, it's useless for anyone to talk to him.

She had sneaked over there earlier and happened to run into him playing chess in the courtyard. The little monks were originally going to chase her away, but he recognized her as a ginseng fruit at a glance.

Perhaps because of the ginseng fruit's identity, he chatted with her for a long time. When he left, he even told her that she was naughty and liked to cause trouble, and that she should be more obedient in the future, or she would be bullied.

That infuriated her.

Little Fruit snorted a few times, "He's just a bad old man. Don't mind him, I can help you too."

Although she couldn't resolve the issue of transcending the tribulation, she could still restore her physical body.

She activated her spiritual power.

"I'll come over every few days from now on, and I promise you, you won't be ugly anymore... you'll be as good-looking as me soon!"

Little Fruit is very confident.

“…Thank you.” The white bone demon nodded, then hesitated before saying, “However…I still prefer to have an ordinary appearance.”

His gaze swept over the little fruit's short, chubby hands and feet, then looked at its round, plump face.

"Hmm... I'd rather not turn into a fruit."

"..."

What's the meaning?

What did he mean by that?

Little Fruit was furious.

I will definitely restore him to a normal human appearance, and make his face as handsome as possible, instead of turning him into a ginseng fruit.

But what's with that disgusted look in his eyes right now?

Why don't the fruits look good?

In front of him, Xiao Guozi was too embarrassed to lash out, so she could only hold her anger in and stormed off after saying only a few words.

The white-boned demon only saw a figure running away quickly on short legs.

Meanwhile, on this side...

Meng Qizhou was also extremely anxious.

He wondered what secret Little Fruit was hiding from him, as she always sneaked off to see the White Bone Demon.

What if the ginseng is stolen by someone else one day?

He paced back and forth in the courtyard, wondering whether he should go over and take a look.

Just as I was worrying, I looked up and saw that Little Fruit had returned.

He went forward to greet him.

"What's wrong? Who made you angry?" Meng Qizhou immediately noticed something was wrong.

Little Guozi started throwing a tantrum as soon as she jumped into his arms.

"Ginseng fruit is so ugly, waaaaah..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qizhou understood that someone must have upset her in this regard.

She had just returned from the White Bone Demon; it must have been that the White Bone Demon spoke inappropriately or said something wrong.

Meng Qizhou quickly seized the opportunity to kick someone when they were down.

"Who said that? How could you say that?" He looked surprised and indignant. "The ginseng fruit is so beautiful, so pretty, who would dare say it's ugly? That's just too much!"

He then said many more things.

Little Guozi nodded in agreement in his arms.

Meng Qizhou: "From now on, let's ignore him!"

...

Some time has passed.

Little Fruit's life was very carefree. He ate and slept all day long, played after waking up, and ate again when he got tired of playing... Although he was very happy, he was also quite bored.

One day, taking advantage of the fine weather and the fact that Meng Qizhou was not around, Xiao Guozi carried her little bundle and went out.

After being away for so long, it's time to go back and visit.

She left a short letter with a few large, crooked characters and a drawing of a happy little ginseng fruit carrying a bundle on its back.

It's obvious that the artist was in a hurry to leave and didn't want to put in the effort, so it was just a quick and careless sketch.

I'm home.