As Bai Ye threw away all the tokens, the beautiful and chaotic fight between the disciples of the major sects finally came to an end.

Except for a few people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect, the Wanjian Sect and the Fanyin Temple, the rest of the monks either blew themselves up and were eliminated, or were beaten unconscious by the self-destructing ones.

Ning Ning was able to show the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation that have been passed down for thousands of years. Adhering to the spirit of "the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind" and "I can't suffer a loss since I'm here", she searched the crime scene very seriously.

She was responsible for finding, and Pei Ji was responsible for taking. When it was Lu Minghao and the male cultivator from Suwen Hall's turn, Pei Ji refused to let her search him personally, and directly stuffed all the tokens into Ning Ning's hands, then squatted down with a cold face.

It seems that Pei Ji is still a traditional and conservative little boy at heart, always keeping in mind the distinction between men and women. Ning Ning thought it was a little funny, but she didn't tease him deliberately as usual -

when she dodged and approached Bai Ye before, her arm was burned by the talisman. Although the thunder and fire talisman will not cause bleeding on the skin, it can bring deep pain to the bone marrow and scars that are no different from burning under the dual erosion of electric current and flame.

Bai Ye didn't use all his strength to strike, so this is not a serious wound, and it will heal after a few days of applying medicine.

There have been enough troubles in the past few days. Ning Ning didn't want to make others worry, so she endured the pain and pretended that nothing had happened, just waiting to apply medicine herself after returning to the room.

If she just searched for the token at this time, the scar would probably be exposed when her sleeves shook.

... But Pei Ji probably wouldn't care much about her injury.

When she thought of this, she inexplicably felt a slight sense of loss and frustration. She put her hands behind her back and looked forward, just in time to meet Pei Ji's eyes. It was

not until then that Ning Ning discovered that he had very dark circles under his eyes, and his eye sockets were slightly red, which was quietly reflected by the bloodshot around his pupils.

It was as if he had just woken up after staying up all night.

It made sense. It was very late when they returned to the room last night. Ning Ning was tired and sleepy. She fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, but Pei Ji was different.

He saw that she was in a bad mood and her eyes were red and swollen. He accidentally heard Ning Ning say "Xinghen Sword". I don't know what he was thinking, but he actually searched the secret place carefully and found the sword one by one.

This thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Now Pei Ji was staring at her blankly. She couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed for a moment. She tried to ask seriously, "What's wrong?"

He said nothing and handed over a few square tokens.

Lu Minghao's body instantly disappeared with this action. Ning Ning reached out to take them and moved her gaze to the male cultivator of Su Wen Hall on the other side: "What about him?"

Pei Ji immediately replied: "I'll do it."

"Oh."

She had no choice but to nod, and then looked at the two human-shaped pieces of meat lying in the middle of the road: "Where are He Zhizhou and Xu Ye?"

"I'll do it too."

The stern-looking young man in black seemed to have thought of something, and after a brief pause, he spoke again, his tone hesitant and a little stiff: "Star Mark Sword... put it away for now, and wait for me to clean it."

"No, no, no! How can I really let you clean it! I was just joking, I can solve it myself."

She couldn't let Pei Ji become a full-time babysitter who took care of everyone, and waved her hands repeatedly when she heard it: "By the way, where did you find it? You must have been looking for it for a long time?"

"In a lake."

He was looking for the token while looking down. His voice was a little muffled. Perhaps to dispel her confusion, he continued to add: "The formation uses water as a mirror. The Star Mark Sword pierced through the water curtain and turned into the sky. In the real secret realm, it fell into a lake. I searched one by one and I could find it."

He said it simply, but you only need to think about it briefly to understand that it is not easy.

Not to mention that there are lakes everywhere in the secret realm, even if he found the right lake, he must dive into the water himself and search carefully in the bone-chilling cold.

Ning Ning's mind was in turmoil. She clenched the sword in her hand and whispered, "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner after the secret realm is over."

She felt confident when she said this. Thinking of the small treasury she had accumulated from the pagoda, she vowed and emphasized, "It is definitely the most expensive and largest restaurant in the whole Luancheng. You can choose whatever you want to eat. My little junior brother deserves it!"

Pei Ji listened intently, then turned his head and looked to the other side.

He didn't say anything, but Chengying in his heart kept chirping: "Wow, are you happy? Are you showing off? Are you so happy when you hear this? Pei Xiaoji, if you want to laugh, just laugh directly, don't deliberately turn down the corners of your mouth so obviously."

After saying this, he was still not satisfied, and actually used a rough uncle voice to pinch his throat to imitate Ningning's tone just now, which was so artificial and impure: "Hey, my little junior brother is worth it~"

Pei Ji's smile faded, and murderous aura appeared.

When the two of them looted all the tokens of the eliminated players, the originally crowded path appeared a little empty.

Mingjing was sitting in a sitting position and snoring. Mingkong had just finished eating some lettuce and was reading a book carefully. Ningning looked around and saw a few large characters: "The Record of Calming Down by Falling Plum Blossoms".

This book must be worthy of its name. Since the monk finished reading it, he felt more justified and calm when confronting others. His heart was as calm as the surface of the water and his expression did not change. Even if the person in front of him was a little bit miserable, he would get so angry that he would have a myocardial infarction every time.

He rejected the suggestion of going back to the village to rest. After a long speech about the principle of "the world is our home", Ningning stopped insisting and looked at Su Qinghan under the ancient tree in the distance. But

the other party had disappeared without knowing when.

"Thank you for taking care of Junior Brother Xu Ye."

She was still wondering when Su Qinghan's voice rang out behind her. Ning Ning turned her head and saw the female cultivator standing beside the unconscious Xu Ye, leaning over to look at the young man's wet and miserable face.

Feeling the sudden gaze, Su Qinghan raised his eyelashes while holding the sword.

"I saw the white light and star marks everywhere in the sky, and I guessed it must be you."

Senior Sister Su and Pei Ji both have cold and indifferent personalities, but the former is "arrogant" and the latter is "cold" to keep people at a distance.

She spoke without any ups and downs, but her eyes were filled with a fighting spirit. She seemed to remember something and showed disappointment: "I was planning to have a good competition with you, but looking at your current condition, I think your spiritual power is almost gone."

This person must have seen the zombie-like scene. Ning Ning smiled with a bit of embarrassment: "Senior Sister Su, when my spiritual power recovers, I will be waiting for you to come and spar with me anytime."

Su Qinghan smiled, then lowered his head to look at Xu Ye, and without saying a word, he lifted him up and put him on his shoulder, without any mercy, without a trace of snow, moon and flowers, just like carrying a sack.

When he lifted it to the top, he swung Xu Ye's body, as fragile as a white lotus, in the air for a long circle like throwing an Indian flying cake.

Su Qinghan carried the sack and smiled gently and easy-going: "Excuse me, where is his room?"

Ning Ning was stunned: "You can choose any room, any room you want."

The legendary Senior Sister Su, who was cold and reserved like a high mountain flower, gradually walked away. Ning Ning had not recovered from one shock, and at the same time she was frightened by another.

——The long hair hanging down on the left side was gently lifted by someone's fingertips, and when it passed by the ear, it caused a strange tingling feeling.

She looked up in surprise, and met Pei Ji's dark pupils.

He stretched out his right hand to lift the hair by Ning Ning's ear. His eyes seemed extremely unhappy, and he frowned imperceptibly. Seeing the little girl in front of him looking up blankly, he moved his fingers away unnoticeably: "You have a wound on your face."

... Injury?

Ning Ning was completely unaware of this, but occasionally felt a tingling pain in the cheek by her ear from time to time. When he finished speaking and raised his hand to touch it, he immediately gasped in pain.

Because it was covered by black hair, the wound on the temple was very difficult to detect. It was when she turned around while talking to Su Qinghan and her long hair was blown up by the breeze that Pei Ji accidentally saw a deep mark.

"Damn it, that brat actually hurt her!"

Cheng Ying, an old senior who has lived for who knows how many years, vividly illustrates what "disrespect for the elderly" means. He was so angry that his spirit body twisted and he grinned: "If I had known this would happen, you should have pried his legs harder and taught that kid a lesson!"

"Don't touch."

Pei Ji seemed a little unhappy. When he stood in front of Ning Ning, he cast a tall and thin dark shadow, which also covered his eyes with a layer of gloom: "Thunder and Fire Talisman?" "I think

so." It would have been

better if he didn't say it. Now Ning Ning realized that she had a scar on her face. She always felt that the wound was showing off its might and twisting around, and the nerve leading to the head was also twitching and hurting.

I wonder if there is a mirror in this village that can help her apply the medicine on her face accurately. Ningning thought of this, and suddenly felt her sleeve being pulled.

Pei Ji still had a gloomy look, as if he had traveled from "The Foolish and the Unhappy". He pulled up her sleeve without saying anything and walked forward. Before Ningning could ask, he said coldly: "Go apply the medicine."

Ningning: "...Oh."

His strength was not strong, but his movements were extremely clean and neat. Ningning had been following behind him obediently, always feeling that she seemed to have forgotten something, and frowned in great confusion.

Not long after, she hurried back with Pei Ji, pointing to another sword-training flesh shivering in the cold wind: "He Zhizhou, we forgot about He Zhizhou, he's still lying on the ground!"

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Ning Ning's wound was on her face. Since she couldn't dig out her eyeballs to examine it 360 degrees without a blind spot, it was difficult to apply the medicine by herself without a mirror.

"You want to help me apply the medicine?"

She was so surprised when she saw Pei Ji put the ointment on his hands that she sat awkwardly at the head of the bed.

——How could she make the sword-training machine in the original book pick up a small medicine bottle and run all the way east along the Yangtze River with the script of fighting monsters and upgrading, without turning back.

Pei Ji was very considerate. He sat in front of her with the medicine and asked directly, "Are you injured anywhere else?"

This was his tacit acknowledgement.

Ning Ning's arrogance as a senior sister was instantly reduced after her thoughts were seen through. She stretched out her right hand and rolled up her sleeves.

Pei Ji's expression became even gloomier.

He should not have just broken the talisman cultivator's knee. If he had known, he would have beaten him half to death before letting him go. Even if Bai Ye wanted to escape earlier, he could force the token back into his mouth, leaving him with no way to live or die.

Seeing his unhappy face, Ning Ning thought Pei Ji was angry that she lied, and poked the back of his hand with her finger: "It's not serious, you see, not only is there no bleeding, I can move freely and vigorously--"

She clenched her fists and waved her arms randomly, but she didn't expect to feel a tearing pain piercing her bones.

The thunder and fire talisman was really fierce, and Ning Ning's expression froze in pain. In order to prevent Pei Ji from seeing her distorted facial features, she could only lower her head, cover her cheeks with her free other hand, and make a low sound from her throat.

"This, this, this looks painful!"

Cheng Ying cried, shivering in his head: "Pei Xiaoji, quickly put away this murderous look, don't scare her. Ningning is so good, I didn't want to worry you, so I kept it to myself." Pei

Ji didn't respond, but his expression froze slightly, and he awkwardly restrained the anger on his features, which made his already unnatural face even more unnatural, like a stone sculpture.

At the same time, the boy held the medicine bottle tightly in his right hand, and secretly pinched his left hand, and something shattered in a flash of white light.

"What the hell?"

Tian Xianzi slammed the table furiously as he watched the image in the black mirror suddenly turn completely black. "How did that stinky boy Pei Ji mess up his vision again!"

"Pay! Pay!"

After finally seeing a hint, the bastard cut it off. Lin Qian was like a mad rabbit, with bloodshot eyes as he crushed the white jade cake in his hand. "If he doesn't lose everything, I-I'll be so angry!"

Only He Xiaochen wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Calm down, calm down."

Mayoi was frightened by the crazy behavior of the two men before, and nodded slowly after hearing this. Sect Leader He was indeed his sympathetic opponent, and he could still keep his mind until this moment.

However, a moment later, He Xiaochen continued to say seriously: "Pei Ji deserves to be beaten, but Ning Ning is innocent. If he is allowed to go bankrupt and can't afford to eat, won't the little girl suffer as well? It's inappropriate!" Lin Qian and Tian Xianzi heard this and both showed a look of sudden enlightenment: "As expected of Master He, he can still maintain his rationality until now, and he really sympathizes with us!"

Mayoi: ...

Okay, very good, you should go to the gorillas to attract each other, he is not worthy.

There was a commotion outside the secret realm, but Pei Ji, the instigator of everything, sat upright and quietly by the bed.

Getting injured was a common occurrence for him, nothing to be surprised about. However, when something as common as drinking boiled water happened to Ningning, he would feel inexplicably upset.

No.

Rather than being "upset", perhaps "confused" is more appropriate, with a stuffy and uncomfortable feeling in the chest.

This is a very annoying and unfamiliar feeling.

Not only him, but Chengying feels the same.

Since he grew up with Pei Ji, he has seen this child being locked in a dark room, scolded, and beaten, and his body has changed from a white ball made of pure white jade to the one covered with scars. As time went by, he had gradually become accustomed to Pei Ji's luck, which was like being possessed by a moldy spirit, and would not react too much to the pain.

But when he saw Ningning's injury, he immediately trembled and looked away, in pain like a heartbroken old mother.

Pei Ji smeared the ointment on his thumb and leaned forward: "It may hurt a little."

Ning Ning stretched out her hand and nodded obediently: "I'm not afraid of pain."

Her arms were slender and fair, and her fingers were also slender and long, as if frost and snow condensed on her fingertips, blurring out a cool and beautiful white.

The scar stretched across the wrist bone, like a vicious scratch on snow-white ivory, with a light blood color, which looked particularly terrifying.

Pei Ji's eyes dimmed a little, and he held her wrist with his left hand, while his right thumb gently fell on the edge of the wound.

The ointment seeped into the flesh and blood, like a sharp knife cutting through the skin, and Ning Ning's fingers trembled.

He learned to apply medicine to himself since he was a child. Later, when he was older, he felt that healing wounds was dispensable. If the wound was not so serious, he would skip the step of applying medicine and wait for it to heal on its own without leaving a scar.

- In any case, he should be used to this.

But when his fingers touched Ningning's skin, he suddenly hesitated.

After a brief pause, Pei Ji slowly moved his thumb, very lightly and slowly brushing across her scars.

His fingers were not like Ningning's. Although they were slender, they had several old wounds and scabs. When they passed over the girl's white wrist, they brought a vague and unclear rubbing sensation.

This is a reflection of the huge difference in childhood life, which cruelly reveals the disparity in status between the two. She never cares about such details, but Pei Ji is annoyed.

After all, the gap between them is still too big, and he doesn't know when he can catch up with her.

Ningning sat on the bed and dared not move. Occasionally, she raised her eyes curiously, looked at Pei Ji's appearance, and quickly looked away.

He was very handsome, with long and thin eyes and black pupils. When he lowered his eyelashes to apply medicine for her, his long eyelashes trembled silently, reminding her of butterfly wings.

The red under the eyes contrasted with the tear mole at the corner of the eye, which was particularly prominent under the cold white skin. The messy forehead fluttered down lightly, which reduced some of the coldness and ferocity, and added a gentle and harmless aura of illness.

This look seems, it seems, quite pleasing to the eye.

"Why are you so careful, Pei Xiaoji."

Chengying laughed at him in his heart: "You are not applying medicine, it seems that you are going to pawn the heirloom and say the final goodbye to it-you are not like this when you apply medicine to yourself, my good man, you close your eyes and purse your lips, and the medicine pours on the wound, you can almost hear the sound of blood spurting out, tut tut tut, now you can't bear to do it?"

Pei Ji frowned slightly, Listen to it continue to give advice: "I'm telling you, just applying ointment like this will never work, we have to use a more lethal method - after you apply the ointment, lower your head and blow on her wound. Wow, this blow! It will definitely blow out little sparks of tenderness and love, and blow out little saplings of friendship! So romantic!"

Pei Ji silently noted in his heart: This is the 1,082nd time I want to fuck this middle-aged uncle.

He turned a deaf ear to Chengying's bad idea. The scar on Ningning's hand was not long, and it didn't take long for the ointment to be applied all over it. When his fingers left her arm, the fingertips still retained the girl's warm and gentle heat.

"Thank you."

Ning Ning didn't understand the layers of thoughts behind his indifferent gaze. She chuckled and tried to retract her right arm, but Pei Ji didn't loosen his left hand on her wrist.

He even pressed hard when she was about to pull away.

Ning Ning's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him in surprise.

Pei Ji didn't seem to expect that he would do this subconsciously. He gritted his teeth awkwardly, and his bony fingers tightened subconsciously. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke in an unnaturally low voice: "Senior Sister."

"Hmm?"

Ning Ning responded without thinking too much. She saw Pei Ji raise his still slightly red eyes, without even looking at her, and quickly lowered his head.

Then he blew gently on the back of her hand, right at the wound.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment.

Chengying rolled over and over, his spirit body like a drunken butterfly, ascending to heaven on the spot: "Ah hehehe hahahaha ho ho ho hehehe, good boy, good boy——"

This action ended very quickly, and Ningning's fingertips moved reflexively before she realized what had happened.

... It was a little itchy.

This breath was suppressed very low, and in the sultry midsummer, it was like a fresh breeze, with a little coolness, slowly blowing over the place where she was burned. After

a while, it was like a stream of sweet spring water that fell suddenly, silently seeping into the bones and blood, and the burning pain not long ago disappeared for the most part, leaving only the cool touch lingering in the blood and nerves, which was vague.

This really didn't look like something Pei Ji would do, and he was really clumsy. His whole body was visibly tensed at that moment, and his cheeks bulged like a frog -

no, no, it wasn't a frog, Ning Ning apologized to him in her heart, it should be a round and white marshmallow.

Pei Ji put down her hand expressionlessly after blowing the air, and because he deliberately kept a straight face, he actually made a gesture of drawing a sword and chopping someone.

"You are..."

The person in front of her seemed to be more flustered than her. Ning Ning was amused by his reaction, paused, and the smile on her lips deepened: "Give me the fairy spirit?"

The little sister was not only not embarrassed, but also teased him mercilessly.

It turned out that this was what Cheng Ying said, "the tender and sweet flower, the seedlings holding the case and eyebrows together", which was really romantic.

Pei Ji felt like there was a fire burning behind his ears, and his eyebrows were throbbing.

He began to think seriously about how to kill the immortal man.

"I heard that this would make you less painful. The cool air can--"

He was going to make up an explanation, but the more he spoke, the more upset he became. The heat from his ears almost spread to his face. He simply stopped quibbling and changed the subject coldly: "You still have injuries on your face, keep applying the medicine."

Ning Ning didn't know from whom Pei Ji heard this method, and she could see his embarrassment at a glance, so she nodded in accordance with his meaning, and didn't dwell on this issue any more: "Thank you very much, Junior Brother."

Cheng Ying was probably worried that Pei Ji would be tricked by it and went berserk, so he didn't say anything after his evil plan succeeded. He finally got clean, but when his fingers touched the wound on Ning Ning's face, it became even more difficult to clean.

The profile and the wrist are two completely different concepts. Before, when Pei Ji was applying the medicine, he could deliberately avoid her gaze and not look at her, but now...

his few strands of black hair fell down, almost overlapping with Ning Ning's black hair.

Her fair cheeks and slightly raised red lips were within sight. The gentle floral scent covered most of the medicinal scent. With just a move of the thumb, one could feel the warm touch as soft as cotton.

The scars on her face were deeper, so it was more painful to apply the medicine. Ningning couldn't adapt for a while and subconsciously shrank back.

Pei Ji was concentrating on applying the medicine. He saw her frowning and her head shaking. Before he could think of anything else, he instinctively stretched out his left hand and pressed her other cheek steadily.

This action was unexpected. When the cool, slender fingers touched the side of Ningning's face, they were both stunned.

The hand was cold and thin, like a piece of cold iron, without much softness.

Ningning was like being caught sleeping in class by the teacher. She held her breath for a moment and straightened her body. After realizing why he did that, she hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry...! I won't move around anymore."

She naturally and firmly thought that with Pei Ji's personality, he should let go soon.

However, he unexpectedly did not do so. Instead, he hummed a low "hmm", moved his thumb slightly down to his chin, adjusted his posture, and held her entire cheek in his palm.

Pei Ji's actions were not aggressive at all, as if it was a very natural reaction. When he met Ning Ning's surprised gaze, his eyes were dark like the tide, and his voice was much stiffer and lower than usual: "Don't move."

Of course... she wouldn't move.

So close, unable to move.

On her face was the cool touch of the young man's fingertips, and close at hand was Pei Ji's angular profile.

Ning Ning was forced to look into his eyes. She looked as quiet as a chicken, but in fact her heart was beating like a drum, swaying in the air: "Okay."

She didn't know what to say, and her body was frozen in place, unable to move at all. She could only grab the bed sheet with her right hand and quickly let go, and many thoughts flashed through her mind.

For example, the way Pei Ji applied medicine could be described as "gentle", a word that seemed to be particularly incompatible with him, but few people knew that he was indeed a gentle person in his bones.

Another example, Pei Ji's fingers were cold, but his body was warm, and when he leaned closer to her -

bah, bah, bah, she was thinking about something.

Ning Ning was silent for a long time. In order to break the silent atmosphere, she tentatively said, "Pei Ji, what do you want to eat when we get out of the secret realm?"

Pei Ji frowned, "You decide."

"Then what are you going to do later?"

"You decide."

"Why not," Ning Ning took a deep breath, looked at the ground and blinked, "Let's go see Qiao Yan and the spirit fox tribe together, what do you think?"

Pei Ji did not hesitate, probably before he had even finished reacting to what she said, and immediately responded, "Okay."

After a pause, he spoke in a deep voice, "If you get hurt in the future, don't hide it from me, I can..."

He was halfway through his words, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, and his voice became much softer, "Help you apply medicine."