Ningning was very careful when she returned to the inn.

Pei Ji was seriously injured in the battle with Luo Yuanming. When the elders heard the news, he was immediately sent to the hospital for treatment. Calculating the time, he should have returned by now.

After they uncovered the secrets of the City Lord's Mansion, the storytellers exaggerated their experiences and portrayed all the disciples of Tianxianzi as brave and far-sighted heroes.

The speed of this reversal of public opinion can be called a Sichuan Opera face-changing, faster than the surrender of France.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the inn to watch the excitement, and the rescued girls also came one after another to express their gratitude.

Fortunately, Tianxianzi, the master, has already sobered up. The great swordsman has become the welcoming boy, and he is confused as he listens to others talking about how the Xuanxu Sword Sect punishes evil and how this strategy is unexpected. His

little head is full of big question marks. He can't answer any questions, so he can only keep smiling and sit still on the chair, directly jumping from a swordsman to a Buddhist Maitreya statue. No matter how the wind blows, I will remain still. He

is very mysterious, very indifferent, and has the temperament of a hermit who does not fight or compete, and is indifferent to fame and fortune.

——After all, if you ask Elder Tianxian about his feelings after the battle, he will only say sincerely: "Jiuzhou Chungui is really delicious!"

Ning Ning put on a simple mask on her face to ensure that she would not be seen through by the people in Luancheng who were not good enough in cultivation. In addition, she was agile and soon came to Pei Ji's door and knocked on the door. There was

a very short silence in the house at first, and then a cold young man's voice sounded low, without any emotion: "Come in."

The door was not locked, but ajar.

This is not like Pei Ji's style.

Ning Ning was confused, but did not think too much. She pushed the door open with a little force on her right hand.

With a creaking sound, the scene inside the house slowly appeared in front of her.

Ning Ning was slightly startled.

Although Pei Ji was afraid of darkness, he also didn't like too much sunlight. It was noon, and he habitually pulled the curtains in front of the window, so that the whole room was shrouded in a layer of dim light.

In front of the round table in the center of the room was the thin and tall shadow of a young man.

——Pei Ji was sitting on a round stool in front of the table, lowering his eyes and removing the layers of gauze wrapped around his upper body.

Oh, removing the gauze means that he took off his shirt.

He seemed to be a little annoyed by the layers of bandages, or because he was too rough in removing the stitches, he accidentally opened the wound again. At this moment, he frowned impatiently, paused when he heard the sound of the door being pushed, and turned his head with a cold expression.

Then his expression as indifferent as dead water froze in an instant. Although his expression did not change much, his pupils shrank suddenly and obviously.

Pei Ji did not think that the person knocking on the door would be Ning Ning.

He felt that the clinic was noisy and he did not like dealing with others. After wrapping the gauze, he went back to the guest room. It happened that an elder of Su Wen Hall was free, so he reached an agreement with him and came to change the dressing for him at noon.

He left the door ajar and thought it was the elder standing outside. He raised his head and was caught off guard by another face.

Pei Ji tightened his right hand holding the gauze.

He... was not wearing a shirt at this time.

"Are you changing the bandage?"

Ning Ning had seen countless male students running around with their shirts off like monkeys when she passed by basketball courts in the past. She also often surfed the Internet to cultivate her sentiments, so she was not too surprised by the scene in front of her. Instead, she was attracted by the scars on Pei Ji's body, and her heart skipped a beat.

However, Pei Ji didn't think so.

He had lived in a village with a lack of spiritual power since he was a child. The common people around him were not as open-minded as those in the cultivation world, let alone as those in the 21st century.

In the customary habits of the residents, between men and women of the same age, only couples can see each other taking off their clothes.

Later, he entered Xuanxu Sword School to practice swordsmanship. Although he knew that it was normal for fellow disciples to heal each other's injuries, the memory of his childhood was deeply rooted. Secondly, Pei Ji was alone and had never exposed his injured body to others.

In any case, it was inevitable that he would feel panicked and at a loss when he was caught taking off his shirt to change the bandages for the first time.

The boy who was cold and distant not long ago felt his ears warm, and he leaned towards the head of the bed in a rather wolfish manner, trying to grab the clothes on the bed.

However, he moved in a hurry, causing the wounds on his body to burst suddenly. The heart-piercing pain instantly invaded his internal organs. In a trance, he actually fell off the round stool.

It's hopeless. Not only was his upper body exposed by the girl, but the remedial measures were also a mess. Pei Xiaoji was too ashamed to see Ning Ning this time.

Chengying's spirit curled up into a round ball, and a pair of eyes quietly appeared from the gap of the ball.

In fact, in its opinion, the most effective words at this moment should be "You have seen my body, so you have to be responsible for me." It is reasonable and cannot be refuted. It will definitely be a fait accompli and break down all the barriers between the two in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that Pei Ji, this good-for-nothing brat, can't be said.

Pei Ji endured the pain, covered his flushed face with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to the head of the bed to cover himself with his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Ning was frightened by him, and watched the wound burst open due to this action, and the scarlet blood oozes out.

She didn't care, and hastily pushed the door behind her, and went straight to Pei Ji's side.

Even if he fell to the ground, he would still stubbornly use his clothes to cover his upper body, but now he looks... even more ferocious than before. His

long black hair was roughly tied up with a headband, which was loose at this time, and most of the black hair lazily fell on the cold floor, some of which brushed across the young man's white jade face and slender eyes. Although it was scattered, it also added a bit of inexplicable ambiguity.

Not to mention the deep red on his ears and his panic-stricken eyes.

The fishy smell of rust and the fragrance of wood in the hair blended with each other, and the messy clothes rose and fell gently with his breathing. Because Pei Ji moved in a hurry, he only roughly covered most of the skin on his chest and arms. The muscles on his shoulders and the white waist were vaguely visible, and there was indeed some -

if he sat motionless on the round stool, Ning Ning would definitely not have any other ideas.

But now that she was closer, seeing Pei Ji like this, she felt a dull heat in her heart.

"The wound is all broken. Don't move, I'll help you up."

She squatted down and was about to reach out, but saw Pei Ji gritting his teeth and propping himself up, one hand still pressing on the clothes at his collarbone.

His face was grim, and he tried hard to stop the shiver caused by the pain. He took a deep breath: "...You go out first."

Ning Ning raised her eyelids to look at him.

Pei Ji deliberately avoided this line of sight, trying his best to restrain his heartbeat. Before he could open his mouth, he soon heard her voice: "What are you going out for? Waiting for you to put on your clothes will make the wound deeper?"

Ning Ning seemed a little angry, and her tone was very urgent: "I even held your hand, what is there to be ashamed of now!"

As soon as the voice fell, even she herself could not help but be stunned.

What is there to be ashamed of now.

——How can she watch it so carelessly now!

It's just holding hands once, even if it is rounded off, it can never become the point of being naked and honest! Besides, this was Pei Ji's body anyway. She -

Ning Ning's thoughts were in a mess. She just wanted to find a coffin and bury herself in peace.

She had never realized before that the two ordinary words "body" could be so ambiguous that it made people blush.

Pei Ji was stunned for a long time. I don't know if he was frightened by these fierce words. His face was blank and expressionless, but the blush on his ears flowed down his neck.

"Wow."

Chengying sighed from the bottom of her heart: "Is Ningning so fierce?"

"Well, that is, what I mean is, as a loving brother and sister, our relationship is already pretty good, so don't worry too much about this kind of thing."

Ningning desperately organized her words, trying to restore her image that was gradually deteriorating in the eyes of her junior brother, just hoping not to be regarded as a shameless female hooligan.

Thinking of Pei Ji's heavy fall to the ground, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand and gently touched the back of his head: "Is it hurt here?"

Her movements were clumsy, but the soft touch on her palm made people feel extremely at ease.

It was the first time Pei Ji had his head touched by someone. The severe pain from the back of his head hitting the floor was relieved, just like a heavy ice cube slowly melting and turning into water and gradually dissipating. A warmth with just the right amount of strength, a little comfortable, but also a little itchy.

He cursed himself for being shy in his heart and was about to remove his clothes, but thinking of the body under the thin shirt, he paused.

If this body was flawless, Pei Ji would be happy to let Ning Ning see it, even with anticipation.

But it wasn't.

He was beaten and scolded by his mother when he was growing up. The latter hated the demon cultivator who abandoned her and was almost insane with her mental obsession. As Pei Ji looked more and more like that man, her revenge became more and more cruel.

In his life of more than ten years, the things he had been exposed to most were empty and narrow dark rooms, blood-stained long whips and sticks, and merciless slaps from women.

She always used him as a tool to vent her anger, and never treated the injuries of her only child. She would only occasionally throw some cheap golden abscess medicine for him to apply on his own so as not to die.

Those crudely made medicines naturally could not completely heal the scars.

Unlike the smooth and clean skin of other people, Pei Ji's body was covered with old scars that were hideous and horrible, like centipedes. Later, when he joined the Xuanxu Sword School, many of his fellow disciples united to deliberately target him during the competitions, which caused him to suffer several more sword wounds.

Even the doctor in the clinic today couldn't help but sigh and talk to himself when he was applying medicine on him. He had never seen so many scars on one person.

Whether it was injuries or scars, it was commonplace for Pei Ji.

He never felt ashamed of it. Even if a doctor was surprised after seeing it, he just looked indifferent and ignored it.

But at this moment, doubt and fear spread rapidly from the bottom of his heart, like impenetrable vines overlapping layer by layer, shackled all his actions and thoughts.

... He didn't want Ningning to see the pale and ugly body under the clothes.

It didn't matter to anyone else, but she couldn't.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Ning noticed his eyes dimmed, and reached out to pull the thin shirt covering Pei Ji, but saw him clench the corner of the shirt tighter, frowning and saying coldly: "Get out."

Cheng Ying guessed what the child was thinking, and rarely spoke seriously, hesitantly: "Pei Xiaoji..."

Pei Ji's expression had eased for a moment, Ning Ning was confused by this sudden change, thinking to no avail, and heard him repeat in a hoarse voice: "I can do it myself, no need-"

However, Pei Ji didn't have time to finish his words, and all the words were stuck in his throat.

Even Cheng Ying was shocked and made a sharp sound like a flushing toilet.

——Ning Ning grabbed the uninjured part of his back and held him in her arms. Then, with a little effort, she picked up the young man who was much taller than her. The

strength of a cultivator far exceeds that of an ordinary person. Ning Ning picked him up effortlessly and in one go. After feeling Pei Ji's extreme stiffness, she stood up and put him on the mattress beside her.

Then, while he was stunned, she directly lifted off the thin layer of clothes.

This action was so fierce that even Cheng Ying was shocked and stood there. He saw the little girl who was so close to him that she frowned and sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered.

"If you want to make trouble, wait until I have bandaged the wound."

The old blood-stained gauze scattered after he fell. Ning Ning carefully untied them bit by bit, saying, "If the bleeding doesn't stop, you will be the one who suffers. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival in Luancheng. Do you still want to go out with me?"

She said seriously, watching the gauze falling layer by layer, frowned and said nothing more.

Luo Yuanming's evil formation was extremely cruel, like countless flying knives with a thousand-pound force stabbing him, and the blood and flesh were blurred wherever he passed, and because of Pei Ji's actions just now, they burst and spilt red blood.

In addition to these shocking bloodstains, he was also covered with many old wounds.

Some looked like whip marks, while others were burns, with random patterns and varying depths, stretching majestically across the pale skin, like ugly cracks on a rough jade.

Ning Ning's expression really changed.

Pei Ji's eyes grew darker, and a deep and dark loathing slowly rose, dyeing his entire pupils a sandalwood black. He felt inexplicably irritated in his heart, and deliberately avoided her gaze, no longer looking at her.

Perhaps Ning Ning would show sympathy, treating him as a poor, scarred insect; perhaps she would be frightened by these ugly scars, and reveal a look of disgust and rejection.

Whatever the possibility, it made him feel dull and stuffy.

"...and you always say 'do it yourself', what about the wound on your back?"

However, Ning Ning did not show any disgust, nor did she show any sympathy or charity. She just approached him seriously, held both sides of Pei Ji's cheeks with her hands, and shook them gently left and right:

"Do you have eyes on your back, or can your head turn 180 degrees to the back? Let me see - it seems that neither is possible."

Pei Ji didn't have much strength left, and now that the girl was holding his face, he could only let her do whatever she wanted.

Ning Ning only shook left and right two or three times, and then maintained the action of holding her face and moved closer to him.

Not only their faces, but also their eyes were very close.

The face covered between his hands was very hot, the skin burned by her breath was very hot, and the eyes that met Ning Ning's line of sight were also slightly hot.

Pei Ji was stunned and speechless, and the girl's clear voice rang in his ears: "So, do you want me to help you stop the bleeding and apply medicine?"

Pei Ji:...

Pei Ji: "Yes."

Wonderful, wonderful.

Cheng Ying was amazed. Pei Xiaoji was really fed up with Ning Ning. After so many years, someone finally could cure his bad temper. He could not escape this natural nemesis.

Ning Ning removed the gauze soaked with blood and picked up the cotton cloth prepared by Pei Ji from the wooden table.

Pei Ji was almost turned into a blood man, and he had to wipe off these troublesome blood stains first.

If you ignore those deep and shallow scars, this body is actually very beautiful.

He was tall and thin, but not too weak. Due to years of sword practice, well-proportioned muscles could be seen in his arms and abdomen. He had the slenderness that only teenagers have, but also had strength hidden everywhere, like a beast lurking in the middle of the night.

The cotton cloth was soaked in water and first fell on the collarbone, then moved down little by little with a disturbing coolness to the chest where the injury was the most serious.

Every inch of skin was taken in by her eyes, with nowhere to hide. Although Ning Ning's gaze was soft, it was like a substance, quietly spreading to every hidden corner of his body, like an extremely gentle knife.

Pei Ji held his breath, secretly exerted force with his fingertips, and grasped the wrinkled sheets tightly.

"If I hurt you, be sure to tell me."

Ning Ning looked at his wounds and always felt that the same place on her body was inexplicably painful. Her eyes passed over the dark brown old wounds, and she probably understood why Pei Ji insisted on letting her leave.

He has always had a strong self-esteem. Even the fact that he was afraid of the dark was something he had to hide from everyone.

These wounds were not beautiful at all. Pei Ji certainly didn't want other people to see these scars. Now that she could see them clearly, he must feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Ning decided to compliment him.

"Has anyone ever told me that your clavicle is very beautiful?"

She carefully wiped away a pool of blood, concentrating on not touching the wound, and continued, "The shape of the muscles in your hands is also good. You must practice swordplay every day, right? And your fingers and neck are very beautiful. They are my type—"

Pei Ji's body froze obviously.

Ning Ning's head exploded.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant.

Ah.

She shouldn't be distracted when saying such things.

—Why did she suddenly tell the truth! This is too deadly! How would Pei Ji look at her after hearing this! ! !

It's over, completely over.

Ning Ning gave up thinking in a daze, and simply gave up thinking in self-destruction. The cotton cloth slowly turned around his chest and went down to his waist and abdomen.

Pei Ji had a lean waist, and his muscles smoothly tightened inward, but also had a bit of softness and slenderness, which was very beautiful.

It was the kind of beauty that made people want to touch it.

The wound in this area was particularly serious, and the coagulated blood covered the cracked scar. In order to avoid the wound as much as possible, Ning Ning moved closer when wiping.

So when the cotton cloth gently wiped over, the girl's soft breath also spread silently on the skin, like a warm feather, slowly sweeping across the waist.

The touch was more numbing than electric current, which could not be seen or retained.

Pei Ji's breathing froze and his body trembled.

Ning Ning looked up at him, and the movement of her hands suddenly stopped: "Does it hurt?"

He took in the gaze blankly, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "...Itchy."

"Are you still afraid of itching?"

Her worries finally eased a little. She gently curled the corners of her mouth when she heard the words, and there was a hint of playful smile in her eyes: "Then when you were treated in the clinic, wasn't it very troublesome for the doctor?"

That's not the case.

Pei Ji silently refuted her in his heart.

No matter how serious the injury was when others treated him, he would never make any sound from beginning to end. Even if it was really unbearable sometimes, he would only grit his teeth and groan.

Even the elder of Su Wen Hall said that he looked like a dead body when he was motionless

and silent. If he was in so much pain, it wouldn't hurt to scream. But until he bumped into her this time, his body became different from usual.

... It was too strange.

Of course, he couldn't tell her this in person. Pei Ji didn't say anything else. He hastily lowered his eyes, and his gaze quietly landed on the face of the little girl in front of him.

Ning Ning lowered her head. From his angle, he could only see the girl's smooth forehead and delicate straight nose. The room was dim and silent. Her thick black eyelashes fell slowly downwards, opening and closing like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

She had never suffered since she was a child. Her skin was fair and soft, without the slightest flaw, like a very soft and fluffy white jade cake.

I don't know what it would feel like when it is touched.

Pei Ji was slightly stunned by this sudden thought, and at this moment, a cool breeze blew over his waist.

The wind came unexpectedly, and it landed right on the most sensitive and painful part of his body.

Just like the long-dry land encountering the long-awaited rain, the stinging pain deep into the bone marrow spread out bit by bit, turning into an itchy feeling that scratched the heart and lungs, and attacked the whole body in an instant along the blood.

Pei Ji used up almost all of his remaining consciousness to suppress the urge to gasp back into his throat, and he could only press his fingers on the bed sheet tighter, and his knuckles turned pale.

Ning Ning blew gently on the most injured part of his waist.

"Pei, Pei Xiaoji."

Cheng Ying trembled, carefully observing his reaction at this moment: "Can you still hold on? Hold on, you must hold on, think about your sword manual, your storage bag, your ideals and ambitions... Don't be impulsive!"

He has enough self-control and will certainly not be impulsive.

The spiritual power in his body flows like water, eliminating the thick and hot heat in his heart. Pei Ji didn't make any sound, and looked intently. He saw Ning Ning raised his head again, still smiling at him.

"I think your wound is the deepest here, it should be very painful - will it feel better if you blow on it like this?"

He did feel better.

But in some ways, it's getting worse.

This kind of unintentional teasing is the most tormenting. Pei Ji's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long while he responded hoarsely: "...Yeah. Thank

you." "Thank you for that."

Ning Ning smiled, her round almond eyes curved slightly, and her voice seemed to be soaked in sugar: "Actually, it was quite comfortable when you passed the fairy spirit to my hand last time."

She was talking about the time when she was injured in the secret realm, and Pei Ji, instigated by Chengying, blew gently on the wound.

The cool breath still lingered around the waist and abdomen, bringing out bursts of dry air that was completely opposite to it. Pei Ji didn't even have the strength to reply, and buried his head even lower.

Ning Ning's gaze continued to move downwards. Although it had no entity and was pure without any impurities, his heart could not help but tremble slightly.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Ning Ning wiped the blood so intently that she did not notice the slight redness at the corners of the young man's eyes and his trembling breathing.

She carefully wiped the semi-coagulated blood and was about to pick up the medicine from the table when she heard an extremely clear ding-dong sound.

Ning Ning had an ominous premonition in her heart.

That was the long-lost system prompt sound. It suddenly sounded at this time, and it must be something bad.