Chapter 444 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Fooled Cultivator 47

Soon, a white figure suddenly darted out and jumped directly onto Meng Qizhou's head.

"You're the ugly one!"

"You ugly monster!"

"Meng Qizhou, I'm not finished with you!"

She scratched, bit, and bit, venting her anger fiercely.

"Ouch..." Meng Qizhou pretended to be in great discomfort from being scolded by her, "What are you doing here?"

He pretended to know nothing.

"You're the one who's been following me around, and you're still pretending to be stupid!" Little Fruit said without any politeness, her blow quite heavy. "How dare you talk bad about me behind my back!"

Meng Qizhou almost lost his balance, but he didn't dare to pull her, worried that she would fall, so he could only carefully protect her.

This move left the vendor completely dumbfounded.

"this……"

Is this a ginseng fruit that has come to life?

The vendor stared wide-eyed, looking on in astonishment.

Seeing that there were many people around and they were talking, Meng Qizhou was about to take Xiao Guozi down, saying, "Everyone is watching you, so hurry up and hide."

Little Fruit knew the risks involved, and since no one knew if there were bad people nearby, she had no choice but to obediently let go.

Meng Qizhou took the opportunity to pull her into his arms and cover her with the bundle. "Sorry to bother you. This is my little radish spirit. She's mischievous and just ran over here."

He handed over the silver ingots and asked for a few more dolls.

The vendor instantly realized that the man was a disciple of a cultivation sect, which explained his otherworldly demeanor.

"Master, no need, no need, consider it a gift from me."

The vendors changed their previous way of addressing people and became much more respectful.

Meng Qizhou didn't say much and quickly left with Xiao Guozi.

A private room in a restaurant.

Little Fruit sat there and started causing him trouble.

"You said I'm ugly!" she shouted loudly, the volume enough to express her anger.

Meng Qizhou smiled and apologized, "I was just talking nonsense. The ginseng fruit looks the best. I only said that to trick you into coming out."

"I don't care! This is what you really think! You just think I'm ugly!" Little Fruit started to sob.

"Waaaaah..."

The little fruit wouldn't let it go.

As if by magic, Meng Qizhou suddenly produced several small sugar figurines, which were the ones he had just bought on the street. They were shaped like ginseng fruits in various ways, and were very vivid and interesting.

"Waaaaah... Ugh..."

Little Guozi was crying when suddenly a small sugar figurine was stuffed into her mouth.

It tastes sweet with a hint of sourness and a fruity aroma.

It's completely different from what Xiaoguozi used to eat.

She licked it once... then licked it again...

Just as she was about to take a third lick, the little sugar figurine was taken away again.

Her mouth was still open.

"Do you want some?" Meng Qizhou asked, knowing the answer already.

He then put the sugar figurine to his mouth, saying, "I'll eat it myself, one bite at a time."

"No..." Little Fruit tried to snatch it.

Right now, all I can think about is the little sugar figurine; I've completely forgotten what happened earlier.

Meng Qizhou held her and fed her.

"When are you going home?" he asked.

"I still want to play," Xiao Guozi said honestly.

"Then I'll go with you, I'll keep you company?" Meng Qizhou patted her head.

Little Fruit thought for a moment, nodded, and did not refuse.

It's definitely more comfortable when Meng Qizhou is around; otherwise, it's quite troublesome for her to be alone.

Seeing that she had agreed, Meng Qizhou patted her again.

"You should turn back into human form later; the ginseng fruit shape is too dazzling."

If they were still in the sect, where there were many spirits and monsters, they wouldn't attract much attention.

Now that they've entered the city, everyone lives in an ordinary household. Disciples of immortal cultivation sects and transformed little spirits are extremely rare, making them easy targets for others.

Little Fruit nodded again: "You'll change after eating this."

"No rush, I'll have the waiter bring the dishes. There's plenty of delicious food here."

...

The next day.

Meng Qizhou combed Jiang Zhiyi's hair in the room.

At first, he thought it wouldn't be difficult and that he could just put his hair up in a bun, but he didn't expect that after almost half an hour of trying, it still wouldn't look good.

"If you can't do it, then forget it." Jiang Zhiyi said with obvious disdain.

It would be better if she used her own magic to transform it.

It turns out there are things Meng Qizhou doesn't know.

His swordsmanship is superb, yet he still can't even use a small hairpin.

It wasn't as amazing as she thought.

“…Alright.” Meng Qizhou finally gave in.

Jiang Zhiyi gave him a mocking look, "You're so stupid."

Meng Qizhou remained silent.

As spiritual energy flowed, her hair was gradually coiled up. After it was combed, a jade hairpin was inserted diagonally into her hair.

Jiang Zhiyi wore a lake-blue silk dress today. The fabric was as light as a cicada's wing, and the dark patterns resembled flowing clouds, adding a touch of liveliness.

The cuffs were embroidered with a few orchids, which were fresh and elegant, making her look like a celestial being.

"Does it look good?" Jiang Zhiyi slowly turned around in front of him.

As she moved, her silk skirt swayed gently, graceful and charming.

Meng Qizhou nodded, his appreciation evident in his eyes.

Jiang Zhiyi then sat down with satisfaction.

She looked at it again and felt that something was missing.

Meng Qizhou happened to have a jade pendant hanging from her waist, which matched her outfit quite well.

“Give me your jade pendant,” she said.

Meng Qizhou looked down and took it off, but seeing how much she wanted it, he decided to tease her and said, "This is mine."

The implication was that he wouldn't give it to them.

Jiang Zhiyi frowned: "What's yours is mine."

Meng Qizhou shook his head: "No."

"I want it! If you don't give it to me, who else are you going to give it to? Are you going to give it to some other ginseng fruit?"

"You mean...you're my ginseng fruit?"

"What else? Anyway, you can't give it to anyone else, it's all mine!" Jiang Zhiyi suddenly thought that there was still a ginseng fruit in the sect, and Meng Qizhou might just want to leave the good stuff to someone else.

Meng Qizhou was amused by her answer and was satisfied. He took the jade pendant, stepped forward, and personally helped her hang it on.

The two were standing very close together.

In the past, when it took the form of a ginseng fruit, we had been close to each other countless times, even to the point of being inseparable. But when it took human form, we had been together much less often.

Meng Qizhou felt a little uneasy.

He could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her, which resembled fruit but had subtle differences, adding a touch of charm.

After fastening the belt, Meng Qizhou stood up straight.

Jiang Zhiyi looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, a smile playing on her lips: "You look even better now, don't you?"

She was waiting for him to praise her.

Ginseng fruit loves hearing these kinds of words; it adores being praised.

Meng Qizhou looked at her delicate face, then his gaze slowly moved to her rosy lips, and he habitually rubbed the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

“Yes, it looks even better,” he said.

Jiang Zhiyi chuckled again, then threw herself into his arms and leaned lazily against him.

It looks much like a fruit, and it still loves to act cute.

Meng Qizhou reached out and hugged her back, stroking her smooth hair.

"Whose ginseng fruit are you?" he asked again.