"Brother, who is this?"

As he spoke, his hand gripped the boy's thin shoulder firmly, preventing him from moving an inch. Though a smile played on his lips, it was full of danger. He wouldn't allow anyone to covet his prey!

Nan Yu still wanted to push away the arm that was draped over his shoulder.

They were holding each other so tightly.

"This gentleman just helped me."

Dengxin gritted his teeth and smiled as he explained to Song Xianqing that in order to get him to let go of his arm, he reached down to the boy's lower back and pinched his waist hard.

It hurt, but Song Xianqing wouldn't let go, her face remaining calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, and that the boy seemed to be 'coerced' by the person behind him, the man turned his dark eyes slightly and asked, "Where are you two going?"

Song Xianqing: "Go to heaven."

Nan Yu twisted Song Xianqing's waist, causing pain in his lower abdomen. The boy groaned and bent his waist slightly, still smiling. At the same time, he tightened his grip, causing Deng Xin's shoulders to ache.

The two were competing openly and secretly.

After observing for a moment, the man spoke up: "It's almost noon. Could you recommend a good restaurant? I don't want to get ripped off."

Nan Yu: "Beyond the overpass..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Xianqing interrupted him: "Go east, walk about two hundred meters, there's a luxurious restaurant over there. I guarantee you'll want to come back for more, you'll crave more. Go!"

Nan Yu tried to speak, but Song Xianqing covered her mouth.

She forcibly pulled people away, not wanting to talk to men much.

The man narrowed his eyes, watching the departing figures, then chased after them and stopped them. Dengxin's face turned red, and Song Xianqing wouldn't let him speak.

"You were threatened by him?" the man asked.

Song Xianqing's eyes darkened, and he moved his fingers. A small white insect, no bigger than a fingernail, crawled off his body and towards the man's feet. Nan Yu happened to see it and pulled the man away.

White worms shouldn't be appearing on the street.

This stuff can either be used to raise gu (a type of insect) to supplement their protein intake.

Either it is a gu itself, burrowing into the human body to multiply rapidly, devouring the internal organs, and gnawing at the bone marrow.

Neither Bai Niangniang's illness nor the Miao doctor could cure her, but Song Xianqing could. He also raised snakes, and Nan Yu guessed that he should know about Gu poison. At such a young age, he has a slightly crooked mind; he uses Gu poison on people he doesn't like.

I've offended him quite a few times these past two days. Has he secretly cast a spell on me?

His steps were unsteady.

When mental health issues arise, physical health immediately suffers.

She pulled the man away, and he fell to the ground. Song Xianqing's arm was just around his shoulder, and she lifted him up, frowning: "What happened?"

The man frowned in confusion, wondering why the boy was pulling him for no reason.

Ignoring the presence of others, Dengxin panicked and demanded, "Did you put something in my body? Why are my legs weak? Are they eating my flesh...?"

Is the following sentence about someone breathing barely a thread?

It looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The boy lowered his gaze, "Don't overthink it. If your legs are weak, I'll carry you back."

He picked the person up and carried them back the way they came. The man listened to their conversation, thought for a moment, put away his camera, and followed them.

After crossing the bridge, Song Xianqing paused, her dark eyes sweeping over the man following behind her, issuing a silent warning before carrying her future wife. The man continued to follow at a leisurely pace, stepping on the stone bricks and turning at the end.

The man quickly followed, and the boy's figure disappeared.

After chasing for a while, there was indeed no one there.

There's only one path here, with houses on the right. The path is four meters wide, and on the left is a sloping cliff with many trees, but the gaps are also large. People without outdoor experience would usually fall straight to the bottom of the cliff if they fell, making it very dangerous. Besides, there are handrails above, so you can't just jump off from here.

Thinking it over, the man still walked towards the railing and looked down.

There was no sign of him.

Did it go to heaven?

Song Xianqing stood coldly behind the man, holding the lamp wick. When the man looked puzzled, she suddenly asked, "Is it pretty?"

The man was startled, turned his head, and saw the two teenagers. His brows furrowed even more deeply.

How could you disappear into thin air and then reappear out of thin air?

Song Xianqing sneered: "Guess."

Seeing the boy's strong hostility, the man paused for a moment and said:

"I'm here as a tourist, I didn't do any research, I just want to show you around, I don't mean any harm. If you'd like to be my guide, I can pay you, how about 3,000 a day?"

"No need for that. Don't blame me for being rude if you say another word!"

The wick is now dizzy and can't understand their conversation anymore. It just feels like there are bugs in its body and can feel them wriggling. The thought of it makes its legs ache, and it whimpers in discomfort.

After making the threat, Song Xianqing carried the boy away.

The man probably also realized that the boy's identity was unusual.

He had heard of the Gu poison of Miao territory.

I just don't know if the two boys understand.

However, it's best for locals to avoid provoking them.

To avoid not knowing why something bad happened.

Song Xianqing carried the person back hurriedly and checked them over from head to toe, asking, "Where does it hurt?"

Feeling unwell everywhere, Dengxin leaned weakly against the wooden chair and questioned, "Tell the truth, did you cast a spell on me?"

"No."

"You know about Gu poison, don't you?"

Song Xianqing paused. He knew about Gu poison, but not many people knew it. Even his own parents didn't know. All they knew was that he raised a flock of birds.

"don't know."

"Really?"

"real."

"If you're lying to me, you'll never get a wife."

Song Xianqing remained silent for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Does marrying you count?"

Dengxin's face turned pale, and he glared at the man: "I still have four and a half years! Marry you my foot! I curse you to never find a wife in your entire life..."

The last word was stuck in his mouth. His large hand gripped the back of the boy's head, biting and nibbling wildly. Even when the boy bled, he wouldn't let go. His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to tear the boy apart and swallow him whole.

I couldn't push it away with my arms, and even pulling it with my hands was useless.

The lamp wick lifted its leg and thrust its knee hard.

Song Xianqing fell.

Covering Xiao Song's face in agony, Nan Yu punched him twice on the shoulder. Not satisfied with that, she pulled the blanket over the boy's face, wishing she could smother this lecherous scoundrel to death!

It only took about ten seconds.

After recovering, I threw the blanket off and tossed it aside.

Song Xianqing was still clutching that spot, in pain and discomfort. As men, we could empathize with each other's pain when certain parts of our bodies were injured. He had indeed used force just now, and it must have hurt a lot.

But you can't entirely blame yourself.

Who told him...

Tasting the blood in his mouth, he found a trash can, spat it out, and ran to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. When he came out, Song Xianqing was still lying on the ground. His lips were cut and blood was still oozing out, staining his entire lips bright red. Blood even dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the floor.

The wick was scared and a little regretful.

Did you kick it and break it?

If I kick it and break it... then I'll have to support it for the rest of my life?

I went to help him up, but he was in too much pain and couldn't get up at all. I was also anxious. I hesitated several times before finally putting my hand on his arm to check. I asked anxiously, "Is it broken?"

It should be that it's not broken.

The pretty girl was just too forceful.

pain……

Song Xianqing was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only use his hands to put the lamp wick on. Before he could even look at it, the size of the wick made him gasp. How could a man be so superior to everyone else?