Chapter 43 Luo Jiming (1) (This chapter is free)

"There's no seal of the contract with the cultivator," Huan Bai withdrew his gaze, losing interest and said casually, "There's a bit of demonic energy on him. I think he came from near the Dragon Falling Land."

Keen perception. If Luo Xuanyi hadn't thought of concealing her presence in advance, Huan Bai would have probably noticed her.

However, I don’t know the specific strength of this cultivator named Huan Bai.

Luo Xuanyi looked at Huan Bai thoughtfully.

It might be a good idea to search his soul for memories of the Dragonfall Land.

Unaware of the danger he was in, Huan Bai shifted his position on the ground and lay back on his back, immersed in the flowers. He folded his hands behind his head, his eyes searching the sky.

Hu, however, was dissatisfied with his understatement. She squatted down and waved her hand in front of Huan Bailian's face. "I remember you said the Five-Eyed Toad was a demonic beast, right? It's only found in the Zhongqu Mountains. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable here?"

"Everything in nature has its own reasons for adapting. Can we help it get back home?"

Huan Bai raised his hand, grabbed Hu's wrist, and pulled it aside, his eyes never moving away from the sky: "Have you asked it if it wants to go back? Maybe it wants to leave home on its own."

"Ah, I forgot." Hu turned to look at Longyue. Before he could ask, he saw Longyue raising her front legs and shaking them vigorously. "...It seems like she doesn't want to."

"That's all. Monsters are different from ordinary wild beasts. They won't be trapped in just one place."

"Just like people." Hu heaved a sigh of relief and smiled broadly at Longyue. "Then you are welcome to visit Wei Country!"

Longyue tilted her head and looked at her, sitting there resolutely without moving an inch.

When Huan Bai heard these words, he glanced at Humian and then continued to observe the starry sky.

Hu had long been interested in his actions and followed his example by looking up.

"Looking at that big hole again?"

"No." Huan Bai muttered, a puzzled look in his eyes, "Eight stars in the sky have changed their light."

Luo Xuanyi's heart tightened.

"The starlight is changing..." Hu tried to observe, but only saw the same sky as before. However, she did not refute Huan Bai. "I remember that the stars have their own paths, and the starlight will not change unless there are celestial beasts falling or great changes in the Dao. What happened?"

Huan Bai pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"No. If it is a change in the Dao, cultivators like me should be able to resonate with it."

"Perhaps this is a strange phenomenon caused by the opening of a rift in the ghost world... Anyway, I can't see anything through that rift, it's like the sky has just been blackened..."

Huan Bai immersed himself in his own world.

Seeing his frown, Hu nodded, not quite understanding. She was not a cultivator, but just an ordinary Wei country weed.

No longer thinking about these things, Hu just shook his arm gently: "I'm leaving, let go of my hand."

"Hmm... hm? Oh."

Huan Bai paused, loosened his hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

"How many medicines are you still missing?"

"Everything is ready. I need to find a place to pile up the soil to make the alchemy furnace."

Hu didn't look at him again, but stood up and walked out of the sea of flowers. Huan Bai half-raised himself to look at her back, then lay back down silently.

Luo Xuanyi's eyes shifted between Hu and Huan Bai with a hint of doubt, wondering whether she should test Huan Bai's strength. At this moment, Long Yue had already followed Hu without hesitation, step by step, and stepped out of the sea of flowers.

The smell of medicine grew stronger and stronger. After a few steps, Hu realized that the sound had been following her. She stopped and turned around.

"Do you want to follow me?"

Long Yue pretended not to understand and remained motionless, her five eyes fixed on Hu's legs, ready to follow her movements at any time.

A huge monster toad was following closely behind him, and even the shadow cast by the moonlight always covered the way ahead. Anyone who saw it probably felt uneasy.

But Hu was only troubled by the poor communication between him and Longyue.

"Or are you worried about meeting someone bad?"

At this point, Hu suddenly remembered something, raised a finger, and said to Longyue seriously, "Although I really want to tell you that there is no one in Wei Kingdom who would intentionally hurt you, but you must remember, there is a small bamboo hut nearby. Don't go near it!"

"The people living there might use you to make medicine..."

"What are you talking to a beast?" A cold voice suddenly interrupted Hu.

Hu, who was caught speaking ill of others behind their backs, showed no trace of embarrassment on her face. She frowned delicately and looked back, without mercy: "Luo Jiming, if you had behaved more respectfully, we wouldn't have said this."

Luo Jiming?

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This chapter has more than a thousand words, so I'm sorry to ask everyone to subscribe. There are no other updates tonight, so I'll just give it to everyone~

The culprits for the lack of updates are pigeons (me) and cockroaches.

then:

Also note the unexpected event tonight: killing cockroaches (after voice input, I simply checked for typos and punctuation, just for everyone's amusement)

Protagonist: I, the Southern Giant Cockroach

Location: My home

Around 6:40 in the evening, I felt a little sore in my neck after typing half a chapter, so I looked up to stretch my neck, and suddenly my eyes met with a big cockroach.

What is a giant cockroach?

The cockroach was as long as my index finger and as wide as two fingers put together; the moment it spread its wings and took flight, it looked like a fledgling. It perched high above, diagonally on the top of my bookshelf, silently gazing down at me like a general in black armor. I don't know how long I watched.

Perhaps after meeting my gaze, it suddenly felt a little shy, so it spread its wings, flew into the crack of my bed, and hid under my pillow.

My feelings at that moment were indescribable, so a big fight started.

Holding insecticide in my left hand and a garbage bag in my right, I fought it desperately. It would hide in my quilt to feel the warmth, then sneak into my closet to pick out clothes, and then scurry into the central air conditioning unit in the living room, inviting me to meet its relatives and friends.

There were about four or five small ones, and another medium-sized one that was not as big as the head of the family.

…

Between eight and nine o'clock, I slapped the general to death.

The general was worthy of being a general. He would rather die than surrender. He bit my index finger and thumb through the plastic bag and died gloriously in battle.

Its family members were not so brave. I sprayed two of them with insecticide and beat them to death with slippers; the medium-sized one flew into the toilet in a panic and was flushed down the drain; the rest escaped through the open door.

It was already 9:30 when the battle was completely over.

Post-battle summary: My finger hurts. It's a little swollen. In my panic, I pressed on the general and scratched my fingernail.

A thorough cleanup of the battlefield is imperative and an absolute priority. I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.

I have a mortal enemy with cockroaches.