Chapter 141 Among millions, only the heart finds its place.
The contrast between Wen Jin's warm palm and the cold stone slab made Hua Li involuntarily pull her foot back.
But the next second, the Demon Lord had already bent down to pick up the embroidered shoe that had fallen off, and without blinking, he used his fingertips to brush off the dust.
Wen Jin lowered his head, his thick eyelashes concealing the complex emotions surging in his eyes.
Realizing what he was about to do, Karin quickly waved her hand, "Oh, no need, no need, I can do it myself..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jin had already firmly supported the girl's ankle and steadily slipped the embroidered shoes on.
The movements were natural and fluid, without the slightest impatience.
The entire long street fell silent for a moment.
The vendors nearby, who had been hunched over, widened their eyes in astonishment. Several women passing by stopped and exchanged envious glances—this man exuded an intimidating aura; who would have thought he would lower himself in the street to pick up a drunk girl's shoe?
The two were already strikingly good-looking, and this action drew even more curious and surprised glances from those around them.
Wen Jin deftly threaded his fingertips through the thin ribbon and tied a neat bow on the side of Hua Li's ankle.
Karin looked at the perfect knot in surprise. "Eh? How do you know how to tie a bow?"
Wen Jin's movement to get up suddenly froze. The silent, scarlet mole under his right eye twitched uncontrollably.
...Why is it tied with a bow?
Because in that damp, cramped doghouse, when he was covered in blood and looked utterly wretched, someone had patiently bandaged him up and applied medicine to his wounds again and again, and tied this so-called bow on his head.
Later, he searched the Three Realms in vain, and could only repeatedly activate the Nine Luminaries of Destiny in the agonizing days and nights, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds time and time again. He tried to pull back a trace of the girl from the void through this ridiculous knot.
Seeing that the man remained silent, Huali bent down and tilted her head to look at him. The drunkard's face was still flushed with alcohol, and his almond-shaped eyes sparkled. "Go ahead, I'll treat you to a drink." She patted her bulging Qiankun bag. "Don't worry, I have money."
"I'm not going." Wen Jin bent down to pick up the drunkard again, but the girl had already run two meters away like a live donkey. "Oh, let's go, let's go."
"If it gets any later... the good food will be gone."
Wen Jin knew he shouldn't go over there, but should immediately take the person back to the nest to prevent others from coveting it. But the dark robes still uncontrollably and slowly merged into the warm sea of light.
Even Tuowu, who was following far behind, could see the Demon Lord's helpless compromise and silent indulgence.
Tuowu: "Hiss—Cuihua is indeed terrifying."
Hua Li grabbed Wen Jin's sleeve and said, "That's more like it. The sunset in Sunset City is beautiful, but you see it eighty or ninety times a day. If you don't get depressed, who will?"
"It's okay, we'll get you treated if you're sick, I don't mind."
*
Tang Wanwan was respectfully escorted back to the intersection of her residence by Xi Wu. As they walked, she muttered, "Ao Bai, is the cat food you eat really that bad? I'll buy you top-grade spirit beast food tomorrow. It'll make sure you stop shedding in two days. All the female cats passing by say it's great."
Ao Bai meowed on her head, "I'm a career-oriented system, what's this about little female cats or little male cats?"
"What do you mean? One isn't enough? Don't you dare become like your fickle master!"
Tang Wanwan couldn't understand, but that didn't stop them from talking to each other.
As the person and cat turned the corner, they saw a snow-white figure standing at the door. Xiwu immediately stopped behind them, "I've safely delivered the fairy, I'll be leaving now."
Lian Zhuo seemed to sense something and turned around, only to see Tang Wanwan standing there.
He frowned slightly, about to investigate further, when he saw Tang Wanwan's face filled with terror, as if facing a formidable enemy. "Buddha, Buddha, Buddha...Buddha, why have you come?"
Lian Zhuo glanced at Ao Bai on her head, "Hua Li wasn't with you?"
Oh no! The person in question has come to check up on us.
Tang Wanwan's eyes darted around. If the Buddha knew that this damned thing had found another mistress, what would happen? That blockhead, think of something!
"Um, Huali went to... oh right, she went to the night market with Zhaoheng Xiaota."
"Huali was worried about my safety, so she asked Ao Bai to escort me." Tang Wanwan grabbed Ao Bai and held him to her face.
Lian Zhuo's gaze was cold and clear, insightful but unspoken, she simply nodded slowly, "Amitabha, then I will not disturb you any longer."
After seeing the Buddha statue off, Tang Wanwan hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the Cursed Heart Butterfly, which had somehow landed at the door, flutter up.
They disappeared in the direction the Buddhist disciple had gone.
Ao Bai immediately jumped down and desperately chased after Hua Li's aura, "It's over, it's over, it's over, this is a high-level match!!"
Tang Wanwan: "...Oh, it's okay, Tang Wanwan, don't overthink it." She patted her head reassuringly, "You did a great job! That deadbeat and Xiao Wu have no legitimate reason to go shopping together. How could such a coincidence happen? Hahaha."
*
Huali pulled Wenjin through the bustling crowd and once again delivered a passionate speech about her autobiography, "Huali's Adventures."
Like the Buddhist disciple, he emphasized his own bravery, without mentioning a word about anything else related to Luochuan and Lianzhuo.
The Demon Lord looked at the girl before him, a veil of intangible mystery always separating them. Even though she was right in front of him, he still felt a sense of unease, as if he might lose her at any moment.
Huali talked excitedly the whole way, only realizing later that wherever the two of them walked, the noise seemed to be paused. It would only slowly recede like water after they had passed.
Wen Jin, however, seemed to have gotten used to it, his posture still upright.
If you look closely, you'll notice that the shoulder line on the side closest to the girl is a few inches lower, making the drunkard's slurred words even clearer.
Karin suddenly felt a little down.
Perhaps it's because I still have a soft spot for Wen Jin's cute little bun image, but I always feel that the way the pedestrians treated him was like bullying him.
They walk normally, but when they encounter them, they avoid them like the plague.
She looked around and suddenly her eyes stopped on the little boy in front of the corner stall.
Seeing that the person remained silent, Wen Jin was about to turn his head when Hua Li suddenly covered his eyes.
The sweet aroma of wine filled my nostrils, and a girl's voice rang in my ears, "Wen Jin, close your eyes and count to ten silently, then open them."
No one expected that as soon as Huali finished speaking, the jade pendants around their necks suddenly glowed, and the Soul Oath was activated without warning.
Huali had no idea what was going on, and after saying that, she hurriedly ran away.
Wen Jin felt himself bound to the spot by spiritual pressure, while the sweet scent at the tip of his nose was rapidly receding at a speed that made his heart clench.
Beneath the Demon Lord's closed eyelids, his eyeballs rolled violently. A chilling, bone-chilling panic coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, tightening its grip ever more.
Those deep-seated fears and unseen, intangible madness are stretched to their limits at this moment!
As a metallic taste rose in his throat, Wen Jin broke through his soul oath and suddenly opened his eyes.
"Wen Jin!"
A crisp call, tinged with the effects of alcohol and excitement, rang out from behind, "I knew you wouldn't listen! Luckily, I was fast!"
The Demon Lord's frenzied movements suddenly froze, and as he turned around abruptly, a cluster of white roses tied with a bow came into view.
The girl he thought had long since run away was standing behind him, tiptoeing, her hazy almond-shaped eyes curving into beautiful crescents. "This is for you."
"Celebrating our reunion!"
Under the dazzling array of spirit lamps, Wen Jin seemed frozen in place. The crimson light faded from his eyes, leaving only disbelief, astonishment, and a blank, bewildered look.
The invisible veil shattered with a crash.
In the midst of a sudden, earth-shaking earthquake, the instant Wen Jin raised his hand to embrace the person, the Buddha's light and the Cursed Heart Butterfly arrived in an instant.
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