Chapter 29 Junior Sister is Lying

The man's body temperature was alarmingly low, like holding an ice cube.

The man shook Ye Xiaoman's hand back, intertwined their fingers, and rotated his wrist, moving his palm from below to above hers.

The two people's spiritual powers connected, and the space-time channel was completely opened.

Ye Xiaoman was in a trance and felt that she was standing in front of a mirror of her entire height, and a tall man appeared in the mirror.

The man had a thin waist and long legs, and wore an ancient-style white jade ghost mask. Judging from her years of observation, he must be a high-quality beauty.

In another moment of distraction, the mirror disappeared, and the man stepped through the void and traveled to Ye Xiaoman's side.

He raised his hand lazily and clenched his fingers lightly.

Phew!

The undead that rushed to Ye Xiaoman was suddenly crushed.

Blood covered half of Ye Xiaoman's body.

Ye Xiaoman subconsciously raised her arm to block the blood flow. She caught a glimpse of the man looking at her through the mask, and his figure disappeared like foam.

Like a miracle, a fleeting glimpse, brutal, strange, and beautiful.

"Don't forget your mission."

Xiao Chujing, who was in a coma, seemed to sense something, frowned, and moved his fingertips.

Ye Xiaoman stood where she was.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.

The undead disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for the blood still on its body, she would have thought it was all an illusion.

The morning star has risen in the east, and daybreak is about to begin.

The darkness retreated little by little like a shy bride.

"Okay, brother. I'm heading southeast. We'll meet you at the exit of the woods."

Ye Xiaoman used the bell instrument distributed to her to communicate with her fellow disciples of the Qingzheng Sect.

After receiving their distress signal, the sect sent nearby disciples to rescue them.

At present, people have arrived at the Simao Secret Realm and are searching for their whereabouts in this huge secret realm.

Ye Xiaoman put down the bell and continued to pull the rope forward.

Behind her, she made a simple pull-board with wooden boards, placed Xiao Chujing on it, and pulled him along.

Xiao Chujing opened his eyes dazedly from his coma. He had been injured by Elder Liu and the Undead, and his body was very weak.

Ye Xiaoman's blood-stained sleeve stung his eyes.

"Junior Sister..." He struggled to sit up.

"I'm fine," Ye Xiaoman turned around, "this is someone else's blood."

Xiao Chujing coughed and found that they had escaped from the mud pit. He was puzzled: "Did you defeat the undead?"

"How could I have fought him?" Ye Xiaoman lied calmly, "It just so happened that a kind-hearted person passed by and saved us."

Xiao Chujing: "Kindhearted person? What's your name, and what sect do you belong to?"

Ye Xiaoman laughed it off, "He's a person who does good things without leaving a name. He didn't tell me his name."

Xiao Chujing lowered his eyes and said nothing.

In the secret realm, people die for money and their hearts are full of evil. How could you possibly meet some kind-hearted person?

He was not completely unconscious at the time. He vaguely heard a man say something like "pay attention to the mission" to his junior sister.

Xiao Chujing was confused and questioned Ye Xiaoman in a roundabout way, but Ye Xiaoman cleverly evaded the question every time.

Xiao Chujing looked at Ye Xiaoman's back thoughtfully.

He was so thoughtful and perceptive that he immediately deduced:

Ye Xiaoman deliberately concealed something from him.

Maybe Ye Xiaoman made a secret deal with someone in exchange for their survival.

Ye Xiaoman was unwilling to say anything, and he didn't dare to press her any further. He just silently noted Ye Xiaoman's abnormality in his heart.

Xiao Chujing smiled slightly, hiding his suspicious expression, got up from the board, and hurried on with Ye Xiaoman.

In the early morning light, Xiao Chujing and Ye Xiaoman arrived at the place where they had agreed to rescue their fellow disciples.

Their fellow disciples had not arrived yet, so they sat on the grass and waited.

There were more people in the secret realm than when they first entered.

The bustling crowd sounded like people at a market.

Only they knew that these monks could no longer get anything good, as the most precious treasures had been taken away.

When they came out, they naturally attracted the attention of others, and some people even came up to them with false intentions to find out whether they had gained anything.

Xiao Chujing has a high IQ and is good at guessing people's minds and fooling them. Ye Xiaoman looks honest and is best at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

If these two join forces, even the wisest man in the world will be fooled.

When the monks asked about Xiao Chujing's abilities, they learned that he had not gained any benefits except suffering. They also heard that people from the Qingzheng Sect were nearby and were wary of Xiao Chujing's strength, so they did not rob him.

After a while, everyone around them dispersed, and the two finally got a moment of peace.

Xiao Chujing turned around and saw his junior sister.

A pitiful looking group, sitting on a rock beside the spring.

The corners of his mouth dimpled, his high ponytail swung, and he used his magic sword to support himself as he limped towards her.

Sit next to her and watch her.

The beautiful junior sister from before now had tattered clothes and her hair was messy with grass seeds.

His heart softened instantly, and he didn't know whether it was pity or sadness.

He took Ye Xiaoman's hands, put them in the spring water, rubbed the dirt between her fingers, and washed her hands clean.

The nails are slightly damaged, but the rounded nail caps are still very cute.

He took out a handkerchief from his arms and opened it in front of Ye Xiaoman.

Ye Xiaoman saw that the handkerchief was wrapped with more than a dozen marigolds for dyeing nails.

Ye Xiaoman joked: "Senior Brother Xiao does have some boudoir fun."

Xiao Chujing quickly explained: "I don't have a special trick to coax girls."

"My mother loved to dye her hands with this kind of flower when she was alive. I saw it on the way and picked some."

It goes without saying who it was picked for.

In the morning light, Xiao Chujing washed his hands, his face covered in dust, and carefully dyed Ye Xiaoman's nails.

When he lowered his eyes seriously, his unruly facial features became a little more docile.

At this moment, he is still a small figure. He has not yet conquered the six realms and stained the country with blood, and the mountains and rivers in the world bow down before him.

At this moment, he was in a corner of the bustling world where no one paid attention to him. He was doing this gentle gesture of drawing eyebrows and lips, and no one came up to flatter him with the words "A hero bows, a story that will be passed down through the ages."

But it was the most tender moment in Xiao Chujing's life.

He was willing to give her his soul.

"cough."

A group of monks from the Qingzheng Sect came flying over on swords. When they first saw this scene that was very unfriendly to single people, they deliberately cleared their throats.

Xiao Chujing finished painting Ye Xiaoman's last nail before throwing away the petals, standing up gracefully and bowing, "My dear brothers."

Ye Xiaoman also followed suit.

A disciple who was familiar with Xiao Chu looked at him in surprise: "Junior Brother Xiao, it seems you have gained some good fortune?"

It was difficult for everyone to hide their envy.

Cutting bones and washing marrow, leaping from human spiritual roots to heavenly spiritual roots, whoever hears about it will cry with envy.

The disciples quickly divided into two groups, one group escorted Xiao Chujing and Ye Xiaoman out of the secret realm, and the other group took on the mission of the master and entered the secret realm to search.

They specifically asked Xiao Chujing and Ye Xiaoman for information.

Xiao Chujing currently has no backer, and does not want to become the target of calculations by cultivators all over the world because of his possession of rare treasures, so he hid the information that he had obtained the inheritance of the Supreme God.