Bei Ming Haotian remained silent, looked around, and said, "Yan'er, go gather some medicinal herbs, let's go back!"
Instantly, Nangong Ziyan felt as dejected as a pickled eggplant, her mood plummeting to its lowest point. He had rejected her once again. Nangong Ziyan silently turned away to gather the medicinal herbs she needed.
Looking at Nangong Ziyan's dejected figure, Bei Ming Haotian felt an extreme pain in his heart. He said to himself, "Yan'er, wait for me for a few more days. As long as I figure things out, I won't let you be so sad anymore."
As Nangong Ziyan gathered medicinal herbs, she adjusted her mindset. She wouldn't give up. She would persist until she received a reply from Haotian. She didn't know why she wanted to keep going, but that was just what she wanted to do.
Soon, Nangong Ziyan uprooted all the medicinal herbs she needed, intending to use spiritual magic to store them in her spatial ring. It would be better to harvest and refine them into potions when needed.
"Alright! Haotian, Yan'er has finished picking." When facing Bei Ming Haotian, Nangong Ziyan regained her usual smile.
"Alright! Let's go back." Bei Ming Haotian smiled wickedly, put his arm around Nangong Ziyan, and the two disappeared from the spot.
Back at Zuixianlou, after watching Nangong Ziyan return to her room, Beiming Haotian was wide awake. He used his spiritual power to pull the table to the window, then lightly leaped and lazily sat on it. He crossed his arms, gazing long and distantly at the stars in the night sky. The twinkling starlight in his eyes was like Nangong Ziyan's captivating and heartwarming eyes. Thinking of her, a gentle light flashed in his eyes, and an unconscious smile appeared on his lips. Nangong Ziyan's words flashed through his mind.
"Haotian, will you marry me in the future? Haotian, remember this, you must marry me in the future, and you can only marry me, Nangong Ziyan!" Thinking of her expectant eyes, he wanted to tell her that he really liked her. Although he didn't understand what true love was, he could swear that if he could marry her, he would only marry her...
The night was so quiet that it left one feeling empty inside, a familiar emptiness that revealed the loneliness and melancholy deep within. Even in this tranquil night, different thoughts lingered. Back in her room, Nangong Ziyan couldn't sleep either. She blew out the candle and, in her room separated from Beiming Haotian by only a wall, leaned against the window, gazing sadly at the stars in the night sky. The countless stars couldn't obscure her beautiful, sorrowful eyes. The moonlight seemed to bury the innocence and carefree spirit deep within her soul. Sixteen years—not long, not short—and looking back, she still felt the same loneliness, adrift in the confusion of reality…
Meanwhile, Baili Jun'ao was darting through the alley, pursued relentlessly by dozens of masked men in black. Blood dripped from the wound on his arm. Hong Yiming had also been lured away, leaving him all alone.
"Quick, don't let him get away." Even in the darkness, the leader of the men in black exuded a palpable killing intent.
Baili Jun'ao didn't look back and continued running at top speed. He was exhausted from being repeatedly chased by Baili Yuechan's men along the way. He never expected that they would be so arrogant on the Netherworld Continent.
As he moved further and further away from the masked man in black, Baili Jun'ao leaped lightly through the window, his white figure instantly disappearing into the black-clad figure.
"Who?" Nangong Ziyan asked boldly. The white figure just now was like a ghost, quickly passing by her eyes, making her tense up with fear.
"Miss Nangong, it is I. I'm sorry to bother you so late at night." Baili Jun'ao's tired voice was filled with deep apology. He hadn't expected her to still be awake so late.
"Young Master Jun, is that you?" Nangong Ziyan asked uncertainly. Unlike those with high cultivation levels, she couldn't see things clearly in the dark.
“Miss Nangong, it is indeed me.”
"The head is gone." Suddenly, chaotic footsteps came from below, and Nangong Ziyan instantly understood what was going on.
"Stop! The Drunken Immortal Pavilion is ahead. We'll enter now, or we'll bring trouble upon ourselves. Go back. Tonight's business ends here," the leader said sternly. Soon, there was silence below.
Nangong Ziyan turned around and walked to the table, where she lit a candle.
In the flickering, dim candlelight, the bloodstains on Baili Jun'ao's body were still clearly visible. Nangong Ziyan frowned, looking at Baili Jun'ao. Who exactly was he? Why was he being chased and killed wherever he went?
"I'll have to trouble Miss Nangong again this time." Baili Jun'ao smiled and looked up at Nangong Ziyan. Instantly, his brows furrowed. She looked completely different at night than during the day. Did she also have a story that no one knew about?
"Aren't you afraid I'll poison you again?" Nangong Ziyan took out her medicine box. As a doctor, she would never stand by and watch someone die.
Seeing Nangong Ziyan's generous admission, and recalling her embarrassed appearance when she saw him earlier that day, Baili Jun'ao chuckled softly.
"That's even better. It will allow me to forget the pain. Miss Nangong has done me a great favor and will also allow me to get a good night's sleep."
Although it was said unintentionally, it was heartbreaking to hear. A pang of tenderness flashed through Nangong Ziyan's heart. Suddenly, she thought of those cold eyes. Did they share the same worries, to the point that they couldn't even sleep peacefully?
"Young Master Jun, please take off your clothes." Nangong Ziyan looked at his wounds, which were on his arms and shoulders. Only by taking off his clothes could the wounds be treated quickly.
Upon hearing this, Baili Jun'ao's handsome face flushed red, and he slowly reached out to undo his belt.
"Ugh!" Baili Jun'ao groaned in pain. He hadn't felt any pain before, but now that he had relaxed, he couldn't even lift his arm. It seemed that he was really too weak. He wondered if Yiming could get rid of them.
Nangong Ziyan was speechless. Why did she keep encountering these kinds of things so late at night? Suddenly, she remembered that she had encountered a similar situation two years ago, only the person was different.
Nangong Ziyan squatted down and reached out to untie Baili Jun'ao's belt. Baili Jun'ao wasn't wearing much, just two pieces of clothing. Nangong Ziyan gently pulled them apart, her soft fingertips lightly brushing against his waist, causing his body to tremble slightly. The two pieces of clothing slipped down to his waist, revealing his strong upper body.
An unnatural blush instantly appeared on Baili Jun'ao's face. No woman had ever personally undressed him before, let alone been so close to him.
-End of this chapter-
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