Chapter 62: Change of Scene
Little Radish Head took unsteady steps and slowly went to cook the medicine.
A small figure squatted in front of the broken jar, added dead branches and leaves under the jar, and used a flint to strike a fire. Soon the firewood began to burn, and a little black and white smoke floated out from under the jar.
Jiang Zhi stood by with an expressionless face and did not intervene.
The medicine in the small jar began to bubble up gradually, and the bitter smell of the medicine spread.
There was a sudden loud noise at the door.
Several tall and strong boys with healthy complexions and gorgeous clothes walked in with a swagger.
"Little bastard!" The boys acted as if they had seen some interesting toy.
Three or two people rushed over directly.
A boy kicked a small clay pot and broke it into pieces.
Jiang Zhi seemed to have had a premonition and took a few steps away from the clay jar.
The boiling hot medicine splashed out and landed directly on Little Carrot's arms and face, which soon became red spots.
Jiang Zhi saw that the little carrot-head had clenched his hands into fists, looking like he was forbearing but not daring to resist.
"Ouch, are you sick?" The boy grabbed the little carrot head by the collar.
"Yes, brother, I caught a cold." Little Radish Head said softly.
The words "wind and cold" are like a virus.
When the little boy heard these two words, he was so shocked that he threw the little carrot head away and cursed: "Little bastard! You did it on purpose!"
He didn't dare to do it himself, so he ordered his servants to beat up the little carrot head.
The little carrot-head curled up his body, and several people surrounded him and kicked him.
Jiang Zhi was silent, frowned, and finally did not make any move.
'These little brats deserve to be punished! I really want to teach them a lesson and let them know what their parents really wrote! Oh no! I have to hold back!'
"Who brought him the herbs?" the boy asked aggressively.
Jiang Zhi silently recited the vicious palace woman's character hundreds of times in his mind, and then he knelt down tremblingly: "Your Highness, it's not me or me! He stole it himself!"
"Humph, you actually dared to disobey me and help him!" The little boy looked at Jiang Zhi with a look of contempt for human life, "Drag this ignorant palace maid away and beat her to death with sticks!"
Jiang Zhi cried and said, "Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life."
But in her heart she had already cursed the little brat eight hundred times.
Jiang Zhi waited to be dragged away and beaten to death.
Who knew that the curled up little carrot head suddenly burst out with tremendous strength and rushed out from the crowd that was beating him, ran towards Jiang Zhi, and hugged Jiang Zhi's legs!
Jiang Zhi was startled and almost couldn't control the expression on his face.
This was not what surprised her most.
Because the little carrot head's next sentence made her expression collapse.
"She's mine..."
The little carrot-head hugged Jiang Zhi's leg tightly, blood kept flowing from his forehead, and his heterochromatic eyes were scarlet under the black cloth.
The blood also dyed Jiang Zhi's trouser legs red.
These words were said to the heroine, and this was also the time when the boy's crazy obsession was planted.
Jiang Zhi thought about it and realized that he had not been nice to Little Radish Head. Even the detail of closing the door was just like that of a vicious palace maid.
She didn't know what to say now.
The attendants came and separated them.
The little carrot head was kicked away again, and Jiang Zhi was also pressed to the ground, with the board falling on her continuously.
Jiang Zhi did not feel any pain, just like a sober person who was not afraid of it, so the illusion could not hurt her.
The black cloth covering the little carrot head's eyes fell off, and his grey eyes seemed to be dyed with dark red, while his pink eyes also turned clear scarlet.
He lay on the ground, covered with wounds, staring at Jiang Zhi in his dying struggle, and asked stubbornly: "You won't die, right?"
Jiang Zhi seemed to understand that Little Radish Head had already discovered that she was not the original owner.
"Well, I won't die." Jiang Zhi curled his lips and smiled, "My name is Bai Ruanruan, I look forward to seeing you next time."
Those ordinary facial features seemed to become mysterious in an instant.
Jiang Zhi's eyes went dark, and the little carrot-head saw the palace maid die in front of him. He murmured, "Is it white and soft?"
When Jiang Zhi's eyes lit up, it was still that remote cold palace.
Jiang Zhi: ...
"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, you can't do it. You haven't been able to break through the illusion for so long."
However, Jiang Zhi discovered that she did not turn into a human this time. Now she was not even a human, but a crow on a crooked tree.
Jiang Zhi was so happy. She was finally not a human anymore. She could be a crow here for the rest of her life.
She glanced around and found that there seemed to be another person on the tree.
A man in white stood indifferently on the branch. The branch did not move at all, making the man look like a sculpture.
Jiang Zhi glanced at the thin and beautiful figure with his pair of round black crow eyes. The figure seemed a little familiar.
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The next second, the owner of the figure stood on the branch, turned lightly, and turned over.
Xie Yu held the sword and looked at Jiang Zhi in silence for a while.
Jiang Zhi also looked at Xie Yu in silence for a while.
'It's unlikely that he would recognize me.'
'By the way, how did Xie Yu manage to be independent of other people's illusions?'
"Jiang Zhi..." The young man looked at her and said in a calm voice.
Jiang Zhi:! 'No, how did he recognize me?'
Jiang Zhi coughed lightly to make sure he wasn't crowing like a crow, then spoke: "Hi, Xie Yu."
The next second, the cold black sword stabbed towards Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi:?!
But as calm as she is, she can come back again even if she dies in the fantasy world.
She just wondered why the hatred between her and Xie Yu had never reached the point where they drew their swords against each other.
The black sword came over, but did not pierce Jiang Zhi as expected.
Instead, he stabbed past her.
Jiang Zhi seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw a poisonous snake being stabbed by the sword energy and falling from the tree.
She was silent. Snakes eat crows.
"Thank you." Jiang Zhi thanked sincerely.
The black sword made a clang and flew back into the scabbard that Xie Yu was holding.
Xie Yu looked at her quietly, then turned around and continued to stand on the tree roots holding the sword.
The surrounding leaves rustled in the wind, and his clothes swayed slightly.
After a while, Xie Yu felt the weight on his shoulders. He said indifferently: "Go down."
Although he said this, he did not take any action to drive away the crow on his shoulder.
Yes, a crow was standing on Xie Yu's shoulder.
Yes, Jiang Zhi is the crow. She said casually, "I have something to ask you. It's too tiring to tilt my neck to talk. It's just right on your shoulder."
Xie Yu didn't say anything.
Jiang Zhi then asked the question in his heart: "Xie Yu, why are you here?"
"Same as you." Xie Yu said concisely.
Jiang Zhi roughly understood that this guy had nothing to do, so he followed them into the basement and was also trapped in the illusion.
"Then how do you maintain your independence here?" Jiang Zhi asked again.
(End of this chapter)