Chapter 87 World Four (Fourteen)

Gently rubbing her stiff legs, Baoshan leaned against the cold mountain wall and stood up straight. She walked to the cave entrance and with her bare hands, she peeled back the layers of vines that covered the entrance. The green had faded, and the color had turned yellow. Baoshan stood on tiptoe and looked out. The cave here lay on a steep cliff, with only the vast snow-capped mountains visible. Occasionally, one or two white cranes flew by, their red beaks emitting clear calls, wings slightly fluttering as they flew forward.

Bao Shan looked down at the bottomless cliff, like a pitch-black whirlpool, which made her legs tremble and her heart tremble with fear. Bao Shan's legs gave way, and her pink satin embroidered shoes kicked the stones under her feet, sending her tumbling into the abyss without even an echo.

Atop Yunning Peak, Baoshan could almost hear the clash of swords, the dull thud of longswords sinking into flesh. Her heart trembled, and she missed Xie Wenying even more. But Baoshan knew that Xie Wenying wouldn't come to fetch her until the troubles on Yunning Peak were resolved. Baoshan gathered her cloak around her, burying her petite body in the soft fabric, revealing only a pair of faintly gleaming eyes.

She naturally cannot be compared with Yun Ningfeng.

Yun Ning Peak is Xie Wenying's responsibility, and it is a burden that he needs to shoulder as the eldest senior brother.

The precious fan sighed softly, echoing faintly in the empty cave.

Layer upon layer of vines were lifted up, and Xie Wenying fumbled out a tinder from his arms, and the scarlet light illuminated the dark cave.

Through the dim firelight, Xie Wenying saw Baoshan's joyful eyes.

The delicate body rushed towards him, and a soft voice slowly sounded.

"Senior Brother Wenying... you finally came to pick me up..."

Xie Wenying subconsciously looked outside the cave. A crescent moon hung in the sky. Dealing with those attackers had already taken up a lot of his time.

Xie Wenying looked at the slightly cramped cave. After being covered by vines, there was probably not even a ray of light.

It's hard for Baoshan to hide in this cave, without seeing the sun, waiting bored.

Xie Wenying recalled Baoshan's instructions at that time. He was concerned about the disciples of Yunning Peak, but Baoshan was only concerned about his safety.

Xie Wenying did not reply because he realized that he was acting strangely. He should have blamed Baoshan. All the disciples were in danger. How could he only care about the safety of one person?

Just looking at Baoshan's concerned expression, he felt at ease.

Because of this stability, Xie Wenying felt a little ashamed, not for the precious fan, but for himself.

He has never been afraid of life and death, nor has he worried that the so-called sneak attacks from the sects would hurt him in the slightest.

However, Xie Wenying never thought that she would develop lingering emotions because of other people's concern.

Xie Wenying handed the fire lighter forward, and the light of Baoshan's face became clearer and clearer. He could clearly see that there were blurry water marks beside those watery eyes.

——Did you cry just now?

Xie Wenying didn't know whether Baoshan was crying because she was afraid of being alone in the cave, or because she was worried about his safety...

Baoshan held on to Xie Wenying's arm tightly, as if afraid of being left behind again.

Xie Wenying let her hold on tightly. The muscles in her arms were tense, and her delicate hands were so soft that she could barely clench them.

Xie Wenying turned around and was about to leave with the treasure fan when a thin line of white light flashed outside the cave, followed by a rumbling thunder.

Baoshan's body was trembling, and she leaned closely against Xie Wenying.

Before anyone could react, the rain poured down. A few drops of rain penetrated the vines and splashed onto Xie Wenying's gray robe.

The fire starter in his hand was blown out by the wind, and the cave became dark again.

Xie Wenying wanted to check the situation outside, but he didn't know that his sudden departure made Baoshan, like a frightened bird, even more panicked.

There was a tremor in her soft voice: "Senior Brother Wenying..."

The slender body chased after Xie Wenying, but she couldn't see the situation on the ground clearly. She was tripped by a small stone and pounced on Xie Wenying.

The moment Xie Wenying fell, she did not forget to support the precious fan with her hand.

His broad back pressed against the cold mountain wall, and some protruding rocks hit his spine, causing Xie Wenying to groan.

Behind him was something extremely cold and hard, and in his hand was something incredibly soft. Round, soft, and plump like a pearl. It was something Xie Wenying had never touched before. He subconsciously closed his palm, trying to sense what it was.

A faint sound leaked out from Baoshan's red lips.

Hearing this, Xie Wenying's palm trembled slightly and moved upwards. What she touched was extremely smooth skin, like the finest white jade, which made people linger and couldn't let go.

The mutton-fat white jade trembled slightly, and a soft tremolo came out from here—

Xie Wenying's mind flashed to the image of a fragile neck. Below the neck was... Xie Wenying shifted her thoughts slightly and thought about the matter clearly.

His face was burning hot, as if it were being burned by fire. He could only be thankful that it was pitch dark in the cave and the treasure fan could not see his embarrassment.

Xie Wenying immediately withdrew her hand, but her large palm still felt smooth and had a faint fragrance lingering around.

Baoshan sat up straight and moved to sit next to Xie Wenying.

Her chest ached slightly, and she didn't know if it was a heart attack or if she had used too much force just now, causing her discomfort.

A stuffy atmosphere spread throughout the cave.

As if trying to escape, Xie Wenying stood up eagerly, stretched out her palm, and caught the raindrops outside the cave.

Feeling a slight pain in her palm, Xie Wenying withdrew it and found that there were not only a few drops of rain in her palm, but also pearl-sized snow particles.

No, it’s not so much snow grains as it is ice and snow condensed into blocks, falling from the sky with a loud noise.

Xie Wenying has seen such ice balls several times. If the momentum is small, it will not hinder walking.

If the momentum is too strong, it is inevitable that someone will be smashed and bleed.

With the situation outside being like this, how could he and Baoshan rashly go out?

Xie Wenying told Baoshan about this matter with a serious look, saying that no one knew how long the ice balls would continue to fall.

If the worst happens, they will have to hide in this cave for one night, and they can only go back when the temperature rises and the ice balls melt at dawn tomorrow.

Baoshan had never seen such weather before, so he could only obey Xie Wenying's arrangements.

Fortunately, Xie Wenying still had a tinder in his hand. He piled the fallen leaves in the cave into a ball and lit it to barely dispel the cold.

The precious fan was pressed tightly against Xie Wenying's side. The pitch-black cave and the strange weather made her feel anxious and uneasy.

Only by getting close to Xie Wenying can I feel a little bit of security.

The figures of the two were cast on the mountain wall by the warm orange light of the fire, dancing gently with the rise and fall of the flames.

The leaves quickly burned up, and the tinder only lasted a moment before it snapped and died. Bao Shan was already weak, and the biting cold wind blew through the sparse vines and into the small, empty cave.

"Brother Wenying, I'm so cold."

Baoshan spoke weakly.

Xie Wenying could feel her body shivering because of the cold.

But because of the fight just now, he threw his cloak down the mountain and now he is only wearing a gray robe.

Xie Wenying's fingers touched the cool tips of the treasure fan, and without hesitation, he untied his only gray robe and draped it over the fan's shoulders. Now, he was wearing only his white inner garment. But Xie Wenying possessed a profound inner strength, and with a slight movement, he was able to warm his entire body, making him feel no cold at all.

Baoshan was extremely cold, and a gray robe could not warm him at all.

She looked bored. Without the warmth brought by the coke, she could only fend for herself and seek warmth around her.

Baoshan's consciousness was hazy and she staggered when she stood up. She held on to the mountain wall with one hand and sat down facing the warmth like a stove.

The warmth under his body was warmer than lighting two stoves at the same time. Baoshan couldn't help but tilt his head and rub it.

Xie Wenying looked at the precious fan hidden in her arms, the disturbed head, and the rubbed-open inner garments, and her eyebrows twitched wildly.

The fluctuating heat and cold made Bao Shan's body stiffen, as if she were immersed in warm soup, unable to tell which day it was. She hugged the "hot stove" tightly, mumbling, "Brother Wenying, I found the warm stove, come quickly."

At this moment, she was still worried about herself.

If this "warm stove" wasn't him, Xie Wenying would have been quite touched. But now, he felt like he had a hot potato in his arms. He couldn't use brute force to throw her out, so he could only frown and endure in silence.

Baoshan couldn't hear Xie Wenying's response, so she stretched out her soft hand to grab his hand.

But Xie Wenying's whole body was full of fire energy, and even her palms were much warmer than others.

Bao Shan then placed that hand on his heart-pounding chest.

To stay warm, one naturally had to hold the stove close to one's body. Back in the courtyard at Yunning Peak, Baoshan had placed a hot water bottle under her quilt to warm her fair, delicate feet, and this time was no exception.

She was wearing a jacket and skirt with a slightly open neckline, revealing traces of a thin mandarin duck playing in the water dress. The cloak, which was decorated with animal fur, covered her tightly, and no trace of the beautiful scenery could be seen.

There is no one in the world who doesn't like pearls. They are so white, tender and round that they can't be held in a mere palm.

Hold the pearl in the palm of your hand, knead it carefully, and play with it patiently.

This was the first time Xie Wenying had done such a wonderful thing. He had never expected that he would be under the control of a weak woman who would continue to lead him.

The biting cold wind was blowing, but the two people in the cave were extremely warm because of the stove, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Baoshan's eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist, and a faint smile hung on her soft lips. She stretched out her tender hand and stroked Xie Wenying's long eyebrows.

There was a long and thin bloodstain between his eyebrows, with faint red blood beads oozing out.

Bao Shan looked at him with a carefree gaze: "Injured..."

Xie Wenying had a forbearing look on his face, and vaguely recalled that during the fight, a long sword seemed to have scratched across his brow, which was probably the injury he suffered at that time.

His still warm palm wiped his brow roughly, covering his dark brows with crimson.

Baoshan grabbed his hand and pressed it on her long eyebrows. Drops of blood rolled down her white fingertips, round and smooth.

Bao Shan retracted his fingers, and the blood drop rolled down, flowing into the slender and fragile neck. Where would it flow to? Probably the softest part.

Will that blood bead turn into a cinnabar-red mole, permanently imprinted on Baoshan's chest, emitting scorching warmth from time to time?

Xie Wenying had no time to be distracted. He struggled to move the "stove" away from Baoshan, but because of Baoshan's weak body, he had to hold her in his arms.

Bao Shan fell into a drowsy sleep. Xie Wenying lowered her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the peach-pink long coat hidden under the cloak, which was slightly open. The fleeting white and smoothness of her coat made Xie Wenying's heart flutter.

Xie Wenying tightened her grip and fastened the slightly open collar of her clothes.

He was as steady as a rock when carrying heavy objects, and he was also steady when swinging his sword to fight others, but at this moment, his broad palms were trembling slightly.

Xie Wenying buttoned up her clothes, gathered her cloak carefully, and held the precious fan in her arms.

There was enough heat from Xie Wenying's body to continuously warm the precious fan that was originally feeling palpitations.

Because of this warmth, her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her hazy consciousness gradually became clear.

When Baoshan woke up, she found herself lying in Xie Wenying's arms, her face shy.

But seeing that Xie Wenying was calm and composed, with a face as cold and hard as an ice peak, he did not dare to say anything about leaving.

A subtle sound came from the lower abdomen, which was particularly obvious in the empty cave.

Bao Shan blushed as Xie Wenying's cold gaze swept over her. She explained in a weak voice, "I'm fine. I'm just a little hungry."