Chapter 606 What are you feeling wronged about?
"presumptuous!"
Wen Huoran suddenly shouted angrily, and Yan Yi was so scared that he trembled all over. He subconsciously took two steps back and kept some distance from him.
How could he be so presumptuous again? Yan Yi was completely confused. Before she could figure it out, she heard Xu Ran's cold voice say:
"I'm just a mortal female doctor. I'm sure you'll be of some use to me. Don't be so ignorant of your own limitations that you'll end up in a dead end."
What's wrong!
Being warned and threatened for no apparent reason, Yan Yi pursed his lips tightly and couldn't help but complain in his heart, saying that the villain was indeed ungrateful. He gave him medicine with good intentions, but still taught him a lesson in a harsh tone.
He should have pretended to be ignorant and incompetent, letting his arms fester and his limbs become disabled, so that it would be easier to replenish his body.
Thinking of this, Yan Yi suddenly realized something and broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that his secret blending of spices had been exposed?
"Your Majesty," she said in a low voice, a look of ignorance on her face, and choked with sobs, "Have I done anything wrong? Please tell me clearly, Your Majesty."
Wen Huoran twisted his fingertips unconsciously, and the warmth of Yan Yi's lips seemed to remain on his fingertips.
After taking the medicine, his entire arm felt cold, reminding him of what had just happened.
Although there was some resistance, I also felt quite enjoyable and did not feel upset when I heard it.
"No problem." He uttered these two words magnanimously, then turned around and left without looking back.
Yan Yi clenched his fists, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but vent his anger on the original author.
His crime is truly heinous. For creating such a moody villain, he should be caught in the book and made to suffer, endure hardships, and have a miserable ending.
Considering the current situation, she tried to calm down and tried to convince herself that the other party was a villain, and she should not argue with the villain, nor should she have too high moral expectations of the villain.
After a day of battling wits and courage, I was exhausted. Yan Yi's face was bitter, and he couldn't help but feel sad. He had only been in the book for two days, and he was working under high pressure all the time. His spirit was on the verge of collapse.
The night is as dark as ink, and it is quiet outside the window. A few scattered stars hang in the sky, quiet and lonely.
After bathing, the strong smell of medicine on his body became lighter. Yan Yi changed into clean clothes and fell into a deep sleep while hugging Xiaoli.
In his sleep, he vaguely heard the friendly meow of a cat, coming right next to his ear. Yan Yi reached out and scratched his itchy earlobe, and felt a furry, soft pad of flesh. Then he opened his eyes and slowly woke up.
It was bright outside, the sun was shining brightly, and it was already noon. She had actually slept for a full fifteen hours!
It's outrageous!
Yan Yi rubbed his dizzy head, but his consciousness was not yet fully clear.
Glancing at the messy medicinal herbs all over the room, she suddenly sat up from the couch, quickly washed up, groped to the kitchen to get some food, and then implemented the initial plan of collecting and replenishing herbs - mixing spices.
Yan Yi searched through the ancient medical books in the house and began to develop spices according to the methods recorded in the books. After failing for the 99th time, she was inevitably discouraged.
The finished product either tastes completely different from what is described in medical books, or the smell is so strong that you can detect the difference in spices at first sniff.
What should I do?
She paced back and forth in the room, getting very anxious. Xiaoli followed behind her, fluttering at her skirt. Yan Yi picked up Xiaoli, sat back at the desk, and studied the recipes of those rare spices again - but still found nothing.
The preparation methods of ancient and modern times are different, and combining them may have miraculous effects. After much thought, Yan Yi decided to try changing a few medicinal ingredients based on what he had learned.
However, the necessary herbs were not found in the medicine warehouse.
After putting the necessary tools into a bamboo basket, Yan Yi carried Xiaoli out.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he looked up and ran into the villain who threatened him last night. Yan Yi quickly retracted his steps and tried to avoid him.
Unexpectedly, the people from the Demon Realm were not easy to fool. Wen Huoran had already sensed her breath. He grabbed Yan Yi's slender white wrist and pulled her closer with a little force.
"What are you hiding from?"
The villain spoke in a bad tone, Yan Yi's body shook, and the bamboo basket rolled to the ground. The tools inside fell to the ground with a "ding-ling-clang" sound, and the little fox was frightened and screamed sharply.
"Your Majesty—"
Yan Yi tried his best to calm down, racking his brains to try to evade the question. He whispered softly, "I've been suffering from insomnia and nightmares lately. I can't sleep all night, and even when I do fall asleep, I wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. I'm in urgent need of a medicinal herb to help me regulate my sleep."
Wen Huiran let go of her hand, his scrutinizing gaze falling on her face, and said sternly, "The direction of the herbal medicine warehouse is not here."
Yan Yi was shocked, realizing he had neglected something, so he carefully explained, "Your Majesty, I couldn't find that herb in the herb storehouse. I guess it's all used up, so I plan to go to Fuyu Mountain to dig some fresh ones."
——This is true, she really didn’t find it.
"Oh—" Wen Huiran stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was extremely interested in the medicinal herbs she mentioned. "What medicinal herbs?"
Yan Yi slowly raised her head to look at him, her dark eyes moist and shimmering with water, as if she had been wronged. She whispered softly, "Rush."
Their eyes met, and Wen Xuran couldn't help but frown, looking unhappy. "What are you aggrieved about?"
Yan Yi took a step back, holding Xiaoli in his arms. He lowered his head and said in a whisper, "Last night—your Majesty suddenly got angry with me. I tossed and turned all night, but couldn't figure out what I had done wrong."
Hearing this, Wen Huiran seemed to be in a very good mood. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look at her, asking curiously: "Your insomnia and dreaminess are just because of this reason?"
"That's not the case." Yan Yi quickly denied it. Seeing the villain's expression darken, she immediately added, "Your Majesty suddenly got angry with me, which aggravated the symptoms of insomnia."
Wen Huiran didn't respond. The corners of his lips lifted up silently, then quickly straightened. He asked himself, "Why don't you run?"
Yan Yi blinked blindly, not understanding the meaning of his words, "Where are you running to?"
Wen Huoran must be in a very good mood today, or perhaps just too bored to do anything, so he patiently explained, "Why are you so content to stay in the Demon Realm and not try to escape?"
Yan Yi choked, isn't this obvious!
Can't escape!
Furthermore——
The task is not completed, I don’t want to run, and I can’t run.
She smiled sheepishly and replied half-seriously, "How can I, a mere mortal, escape from the Demon Realm? I would be courting death."
Wen Huoran inexplicably felt that the person before him was referring to him. Before he could figure out the answer from her face, he heard her softly say:
"Besides, as a doctor, I am here to cure illnesses and save lives wherever I am."
Wen Huoran was skeptical, his inquiring gaze fell on her face, and he remained silent for a long time.
The other party didn't say anything, and Yan Yi immediately became alert, fearing that the villain would worry that she would escape and not let her go out, so she immediately said: "Your Majesty, I will not run away. You can install a locator on me."
Wen Huoran: "What is a locator?"
Yan Yi knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and his heart was pounding. He was about to explain when the villain suddenly turned his head away and rubbed his temples with one hand, as if he had been hit on the head.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" She hurried forward and stretched out a hand, wanting to check if he was injured, but Wen Huoran raised his hand to stop her.
"No problem."
Yan Yi stood there in a daze, puzzled. Could it be that his headache symptoms suddenly flared up?
Fearing that the other party would ask about the locator, she stood there blankly without saying a word, quietly waiting for the villain's decision.
But after a moment, Wen Huiran's expression returned to normal. The little incident just now seemed to be Yan Yi's illusion. He looked down at Yan Yi and ordered: "You can be released. You need to place a tracking talisman and a protective amulet on you."
No questioning about the locator!
Yan Yi was surprised and happy, and nodded repeatedly in response.
After a long and anxious journey, and after lots of coaxing and deceiving, Yan Yi finally got his wish and left the Demon Lord's residence with Xiaoli in his arms, and set foot on the mountain road leading to Fuyu Mountain.
From the top of Fuyu Mountain, you can see Taihu Lake to the north. Yan Yi sat on the top of the mountain holding Xiaoli. The sky was clear and the cool mountain breeze blew on her face. She felt as if she had returned to the real world.
I am not the canary raised by the villain in the book, but the sophomore who goes between two points.
Dad was busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, Mom was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and she was lying in her mom's arms reading a novel. The three of them were chatting idly.
The desire to go home became even stronger at this moment.
Yan Yi stayed on the top of the mountain for a while. Through the layers of trees, she caught a glimpse of a hazy blood mist rising from the center of Taihu Lake, which scared her a lot.
Looking closely, the lake surface is as flat as a mirror, and it looks tranquil and peaceful under the reflection of the setting sun.
Yan Yi didn't think much of it, thinking it was just hallucinations from being too nervous lately. She dug up a few rushes and put them in a bamboo basket. While it was still early, she didn't delay and hurried back.
After all, this is the territory of the demons. Even though I have amulets to protect my life, it would be hard to say what would happen if I encountered a high-level monster.
The further down the mountain Yan Yi walked, the more he felt something was wrong. The little fox in his arms kept purring softly.
There was a cool breeze all around, the sun had set at some point, and the sky was gray.
It seems like a storm is about to come.
He felt as if some unknown species was hiding in the shadows, making hissing sounds from time to time. Yan Yi quickened his pace and unknowingly broke into a run.
She was surrounded by blood mist, and the suffocating feeling of oppression did not disappear, but instead got closer and closer, almost making it difficult for her to breathe.
Anxious and stumbling, Yan Yi suddenly tumbled down the mountain road. Fortunately, he was caught by an old crooked tree, preventing him from rolling down the rocky mountain road.
His legs were weak and his lower back was scratched by a sharp stone, causing him excruciating pain. Yan Yi raised his hand to wipe his lower back, leaving his hands covered in sticky blood stains.
The little fox was frightened and its fur stood on end, but it didn't dare to scream. It just stared with its eyes wide open and shrank into Yan Yi's arms.
She groped her way to her feet and listened carefully for a while. The strange movement that followed her like a shadow disappeared. Apart from the whistling wind and the chirping birds, there was nothing unusual.
She picked up the rush that she had dropped when she was escaping. There was only one left. Yan Yi sighed helplessly and never dared to go out alone again.
As dusk falls, the weather gradually turns cooler.
Yan Yi panicked and didn't know where to go. He picked up the bamboo basket and walked back quickly.
The sky was dark and silent. Under the hazy moonlight, she could see the Demon Lord's mansion with carved railings and jade bricks in the distance. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, before she could catch her breath, she was hit head-on by a warm, bulging, unidentified object, which made her see stars and feel dizzy and painful on the top of her head.
Yan Yi screamed, covered his head and turned around to run away.
Just as he took two steps, someone restrained him from behind and covered his mouth.
Yan Yi thought it was over, and she was probably going to die here today. She steeled her mind and bit down hard on the other man's tiger's mouth, her mouth instantly filled with the salty and fishy taste of blood.
"hiss--"
A slight sound of pain came from behind him, and the other party immediately let go. Yan Yi regained his freedom and quickly turned around with a shovel in hand. When he saw who was coming, his heart skipped a beat.
"Your Majesty—"
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Note: The herbs and uses of spices mentioned in this article are purely fabricated by the author. Please do not take them seriously. [Glasses]
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