He crouched down, very close to Zhao Xi, his bangs blowing in the wind, making his face itch.
Zhao Xi tried to raise her hand to scratch, but he grabbed her wrist.
His clear, phoenix-like eyes widened in anger, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly, forming a beautiful curve. His amber eyes reflected a miniature version of her and the blue light of the spirit stone pressed against her wound. He leaned closer, his hair falling over her shoulders and neck.
Zhao Xi's head was pinned down and she couldn't move, so she could only stiffen her neck and ask with a frown, "What are you doing?"
"What do you want?!"
"..."
She just wanted to scratch an itch.
After a moment of silence, his fierce aura suddenly softened, his gaze fell on her wound, and worry and pity replaced his anger. He softly instructed, "Don't move."
Such a close distance.
Zhao Xi blinked, taking in every change in his eyes.
The resentment subsided just like that, and the mood to mock and ridicule him disappeared immediately.
Perhaps because of the excessive blood loss, she had no strength to argue, nor the energy to listen to his explanations or to discern the truth or falsehood between the lines.
Why can't we be honest with each other?
Spending more time with him gradually changed me through his slow and deliberate nature.
She used to be so domineering and decisive in everything she did. But now, she's actually refusing to speak to Lin Che because she's jealous of him watering the garden with Feng Xiaoyao.
This is not her.
Zhao Xi thought she wouldn't be trapped by love. Even if she liked Lin Che, she would never lose herself or lose control of her emotions like she was complaining about fate.
Life is short, yet she wasted these few days, enduring not to speak to him, and even venting her anger on the fish that Manager Qian sent, injuring herself in the process.
Zhao Xi closed her eyes to compose herself and said, "My face feels itchy."
"Where does it itch? Here?" Lin Che was unaware of her inner thoughts. He cupped half of her face with his right hand, placed the icy thing on his palm near the wound, and pointed his left index finger at her face. There was no anger or resentment in his tone.
Suddenly, we feel like an old married couple.
His fingertips poked her face.
It's even itchier now.
She wanted to laugh, but the right side of her face was too weak. She grabbed his hand and mumbled, "What kind of anesthetic is that on my face? It's really effective."
Lin Che: "The cold jade in the volcano, using poison to fight poison."
Zhao Xi thought: "Poison?"
She had never encountered any powerful demons in the Immortal Realm, nor had she ever truly fought against cultivators from the Immortal Realm, so she did not know that the wound could not heal because of poisoning.
The spiritual energy of magical treasures from the lower immortal realm lingers on the outside, while the spiritual energy of magical treasures from the middle immortal realm is contained within them.
The clam spirit's blue mist contained water elemental energy, but Zhao Xi thought that with the protection of a water-repelling magic treasure, it wouldn't have been able to harm her. However, after the spirit mirror shattered, the fragments dissolved her flesh, and the water elemental energy blew the clam spirit's poison to the vicinity of the wound.
In this way, the water-repelling magic item will be ineffective.
The battles between the sea monsters are even more brutal than those on land. Lacking food, they have gradually evolved this toxin.
Even a cultivator who has mastered the art of fasting can only stay in the sea for one or two hours at most. They still need to surface for air like a whale. However, if they are poisoned, their blood cannot coagulate, and they will lose oxygen. If they are then hit a few more times by this clam spirit, the cultivator will drown in the sea.
This method of death preserves the body.
The corpses contain toxins that only they can metabolize, and if some foolish monster comes to eat them, they can get extra food.
Even cultivators with high cultivation levels would be vulnerable to harm if they were unaware of the habits of such demonic beasts.
"I'll hold it myself." Zhao Xi wanted to lie on the bed, but she couldn't move her head. Her neck was very sore, so she reached out to remove the jade pendant that was pressed against her face and tried to change her position.
But Lin Che didn't let go. He remained in the same position, lying by the bed, close to her cheek, looking at her carefully: "Xi Xiang, I have something to tell you."
"But I don't want to hear it anymore. My neck is sore, let me massage it myself." Zhao Xi tried to snatch the jade from his ring and took out a mirror to look at herself.
The stone emitted a pale blue warm light, radiating across half of his face. The wound stopped bleeding, but it didn't seem to heal.
It seems to be more serious than she thought.
Lin Che withdrew his hand, looking somewhat disappointed: "You should at least give me a chance to explain. You promised me."
“Okay.” Zhao Xi wanted to put the mirror away, but instead took out a one-way silencing barrier from her ring, which would prevent her from hearing Lin Che’s words. “Alright, go ahead and say it.”
Lin Che was taken aback, frowned, opened his mouth and said a few words, then reached out to take away the silencing barrier.
Zhao Xi tried to hold the silencing barrier in her hand. "A-Che, I've thought it through. You promised me a peaceful life, that I'd be all alone for the next hundred years. I believed you then, and I will continue to believe you now. I haven't seen a more handsome male immortal than you in this celestial realm yet. I've thought about it calmly for several days and decided not to let your beauty slip away. I'm just a mortal, but you're a great immortal, a water god, and you can be omnipresent. If you're deliberately trying to deceive me, I definitely can't win against you."
She blinked, her expression frank and innocent. "It's true, I've decided to let it go and not be angry with you anymore. You must have your reasons for not explaining to me. If you insist on explaining, you'll have to lie, so I'd rather not listen."
Lin Che pursed his lips and remained silent.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now, but please find me some medicine first. This cut looks like it will leave a scar. I am the leader of the Lianxin Alliance, and if I always wear a bamboo hat, someone will impersonate me. Is this method of fighting poison with poison reliable? Will it be too strong and kill me... um."
As Zhao Xi was speaking, Lin Che suddenly leaned down and came closer.
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