Gu Chun didn't hear Rong Hang's reply because Rong Hang was watching intently as a green rice dumpling slowly climbed onto Jiang Yixing's body.
It climbed up Jiang Yixing's legs, which were encased in jeans, then up his white sweater, and finally to a prominent part of his body.
Rong Hang watched as the little dumpling lay comfortably on Jiang Yixing's chest, and his veins throbbed. He clenched his teeth and didn't even hear what Gu Chun was saying in his ear.
He reached out and quickly took the green rice ball off Jiang Yixing's body. The moment he touched it, the green rice ball's thoughts rushed into Rong Hang's mind.
"You big bad guy! You big bad guy! I hate you! I hate you!"
As a spirit who has never experienced human society, the best way for Qingtuan to express its disgust is to repeat the words twice.
Rong Hang paused for only a second, then threw it away again, this time with more force, and threw it into some corner.
Rong Hang looked at Jiang Yixing, his eyelashes trembled at the base, and his long eyelashes fluttered like a fan. "It's cursing me."
Jiang Yixing's eyebrows twitched, suppressing the smile in her heart. She reached out and touched Rong Hang's head. The hair under her hand was smooth and soft to the touch.
Gu Chun, who was waiting, only heard this one sentence. For a moment, his mind went blank. "Huh?"
Gu Chun's voice came from the phone. Upon hearing it, Jiang Yixing's smile widened, and she leaned against Rong Hang, resting her head on his shoulder.
Rong Hang looked down and could see Jiang Yixing's brownish hair. His expression softened, but his voice remained indifferent. "It's nothing. That's all I wanted to say. I'm hanging up now."
"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you," Gu Chun said quickly, to prevent Rong Hang from hanging up the phone.
Rong Hang placed his phone on the coffee table and turned on speakerphone. "Go ahead."
Gu Chun's cool voice came through the receiver. Qing Tuan had climbed onto the coffee table again from somewhere. This time it finally learned its lesson and no longer clung tightly to Jiang Yixing. Instead, it chose a spot near Jiang Yixing and squatted obediently.
At this moment, Qing Tuanzi also followed Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang's example, staring intently at the phone screen.
"That's right, Ji Fu has recently developed a method for crafting magical artifacts that can replace the original body."
Upon hearing this, Rong Hang straightened his expression and glanced at Jiang Yixing. Ji Fu's true form might be able to connect with space and time. If a substitute could be developed, then it would be closer for Jiang Yixing to reunite with her sect.
For some reason, Rong Hang suddenly became a little nervous.
Jiang Yixing frowned, keenly grasping the hidden information in Gu Chun's words, "A substitute? How is Ji Fu now?"
Rong Hang looked at Jiang Yixing and suddenly felt relieved. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes revealed her worry for her friend. Rong Hang couldn't help but smile. She really was Jiang Yixing.
Gu Chun paused for a few seconds, seemingly not expecting Jiang Yixing to ask such a question, “He… is completely unable to maintain his adult state, and spends almost a dozen hours a day sleeping.”
Jiang Yixing frowned even more. "How long has this been going on?"
"More than half a month."
Gu Chun's voice held some worry. It was because Ji Fu's physical condition had been deteriorating for half a month and he could hardly hold on until they found Ji Fu's original body that he came up with a way to refine a substitute.
Gu Chun had previously guessed that Ji Fu's true form was hidden in the Xie family. He thought that Ji Fu could hold on for a while longer, so he never confronted the Xie family directly.
However, under the recent circumstances, Gu Chun had to search for his true form even more diligently. In addition, the Xie family's underground vault was robbed, but the alliance suddenly acquired so many magical artifacts, making the relationship between the two sides extremely hostile.
Whether through overt inquiries or covert investigations, Gu Chun was unable to find any trace of Ji Fu's true form.
The Xie family, or rather the four major families, have kept these things hidden far too well.
Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang both understood that if they had to create a substitute, then they would definitely be unable to find the original.
"What do you need us to do?" Jiang Yixing's voice was as clear as ever, like a stream flowing into one's heart.
Gu Chun felt a warmth in his heart, and Tong Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang didn't say thank you anymore; they couldn't possibly say thank you enough.
“Refining magical artifacts requires several special materials—golden soil, swallow mud, and Zhennan ore. We haven’t collected any of these three materials yet. I’ve already sent Foundation Establishment cultivators from the alliance to look for information on the latter two. As for the golden soil, I heard it’s hidden in Meili Snow Mountain.”
At this point, Gu Chun paused briefly.
Jiang Yixing gave him almost no chance to catch his breath, and said directly, "No problem, leave it to us."
Gu Chun took a long, deep breath and said in a very solemn tone, "I'm counting on you."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yixing nestled on the sofa and looked at Rong Hang, then smiled. "Looks like we have something to do."
Rong Hang put his arm around Jiang Yixing's shoulder and carefully observed Jiang Yixing's face. All of Jiang Yixing's features were perfectly proportioned, and when put together, they became extremely stunning. Every single feature seemed to be on his favorite spot. He couldn't help but peck Jiang Yixing's lips.
"I'm happy when I'm with you."
Jiang Yixing returned the smile with a bright smile.
The green dumpling's eyes were fixed on the two of them, looking adorable. Jiang Yixing picked up the green dumpling from the table and kneaded it.
What are you doing?
Jiang Yixing tapped its head. "Don't worry about the child."
Qingtuan said earnestly, "I'm not a child."
"Hmm? Do you have any dear grass? If not, then you're a little kid."
"Huh?" Qingtuan was stunned. As a blade of grass, a blade of grass that had not yet blossomed, it had never thought of being with any other blade of grass.
It pondered seriously, "You like him?"
“I like it,” Jiang Yixing laughed, and then kissed Rong Hang’s red lips again. “You can only kiss people you like.”
Rong Hang touched the corner of his mouth that Jiang Yixing had kissed, and a slight smile appeared on his face. For the first time, he felt that this little dumpling in front of him actually had some redeeming qualities.
Rong Hang decided to praise the little green dumpling, but as soon as his hand touched it, he sensed its high spirits conveying, "I like you! I like you!"
This "you" is clearly not Rong Hang, who lost it several times, but another person present—Jiang Yixing.
Rong Hang's expression changed from sunny to cloudy in just one second. Qing Tuan had just finished confessing her feelings when she felt a chill down her back. When she turned around, Rong Hang was looking at her with a cold expression.
It suddenly shuddered. Why...why is this bad guy looking at it like that?
The next second, a familiar feeling came over her, and Qing Tuan felt as if she were flying in the air.
It got thrown out again!
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