[Favorability +30, points +300, current favorability: -6, total points: 300. ]

Jiang Niannian didn't know the twists and turns in Yin Li's heart, and said, "Master, I only have one quilt, let's sleep together tonight."

Yin Li looked at her expressionlessly: "What do you think?"

Ten minutes later.

Yin Li looked at the woman sleeping in a slumber beside him and felt that there was nothing to live for. He must have been out of his mind just now to agree to let her sleep with him under her expectant gaze.

The simple bamboo house could not withstand the cold at all, and the bamboo door creaked in the wind.

Layers of cold sweat stuck his clothes tightly to Yin Li's body, making him feel stuffy and cold. It was very humid during the rainy season, and the wounds on his body began to ache, hurting deep into his bones.

In the dark night, he wanted to take some cold-relieving medicine from the pear wood box, but he remembered that all the pills had fallen into the mud during the day. He clenched his fists, veins popped on his arms, and he turned over with difficulty, trying to find a relatively comfortable position, but the pain was like the coldness, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He couldn't help but cough violently.

A pair of hands held him in their arms.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" Jiang Niannian asked in a daze with her eyes closed.

Yin Li didn't like others touching him so intimately, and frowned: "It's okay, just go to sleep."

Although it was still a child's voice, the tone was somewhat like that of an adult.

Jiang Niannian suddenly realized that Yin Li could not stand the cold. She touched Yin Li's forehead and found that he had a fever. She called the system in her consciousness.

[The system you called is out of service area. There are usually three possibilities: 1. It is sleeping; 2. It is sleeping soundly; 3. It is sleeping and sleeping soundly. ]

Jiang Niannian, however, was not used to it and a series of fatal links kept appearing in her mind.

[Dear, what can I do for you? (￣皿￣///)]

"Is there any medicine that can ward off cold?"

[Yes, 300 points can be exchanged for a bottle of Flower Dew. ]

"Okay, let's change."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small bottle appeared from his sleeve.

[Dear, in fact, 150 points can be exchanged for a Burning Flower Pill, the effect is the same as the Burning Flower Dew~]

Jiang Niannian: Why didn’t you tell me earlier?

“Can I return the product and get my points back?”

[Yes, dear, we are a regular mall, we offer returns and exchanges. ]

"How to withdraw?"

【First, open the bottle of Ranhualu and pour it into Yin Li's mouth. 】

Jiang Niannian was eager to save her cub, and Yin Li seemed a little dazed from the fever, so she let her pour the medicine into his mouth.

"And then?"

[Used medicines are not returnable, you idiot (ˉ▽￣～) Cut~~]

Jiang Niannian: ...This system must have done this on purpose.

After taking the medicine, Yin Li obviously got much better. Jiang Niannian hugged him gently.

With her body temperature, Yin Li fell asleep unknowingly.

Yin Li had a dream.

I dreamed about the few months when his spiritual roots were just destroyed.

He was thrown into the dilapidated bamboo courtyard like a piece of trash.

He looked at the bamboo gate day after day, longing for his former fellow disciples to come and visit him, and looking forward to his father coming to take him home.

But he waited and waited, and still no one opened the door.

He felt that he was about to die. In his hazy consciousness, a voice was talking to him in a babble, but he could not hear what it was saying.

When his body and soul were severely torn apart, that thing took advantage of the opportunity to enter, eroding and devouring his vitality. All he could see was nothingness and despair, and he felt that he was about to fall into an endless abyss and be shattered.

At the end of the dream, he saw his mother’s face, bleeding from all seven wounds and with her eyes open after death.

"Mom!!!" Yin Li struggled to sit up. He quickly came to his senses completely. His heart was beating wildly and he was in waves of fear. He looked at his clean clothes, which had no bad smell. His quilt was not moldy but dry and soft.

He hadn't slept so soundly for a long, long time.

The bamboo door was opened and the morning sun shone in from outside.

"Are our young master awake? Are you hungry? I'll go find you something to eat." Jiang Niannian wiped the sweat from her face with her hand. She got up early in the morning and cleaned the bamboo house inside and out. She felt a little hot.

She smiled at him, her almond-shaped eyes curved, clear as a mountain and water, and extremely gentle.

Little Yin Li felt his heart suddenly skip a beat. He looked away uncomfortably and said "hmm" faintly.

The beautiful figure disappeared again, and in a trance, it was actually somewhat touching. Although her body was weak, she unexpectedly revealed a stubbornness.

Jiang Niannian came to the kitchen and saw only two hard pork balls and a bowl of sour pickled vegetables on the stove.

She looked at the hurried maid beside her and asked, "Young Master, do you usually eat this?"

He was already weak, and had to drink porridge and eat steamed buns every day. No wonder he was smaller than other children of the same age.

"What else? He can't even dig out half a spirit stone from this broken yard, where can he get the delicious fish and meat? It's good enough to have these." The maid didn't think so and glanced at her: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"What's the hurry?"

"How come you don't even know this? Tomorrow is our young master's birthday, a big event that everyone will celebrate. The head of the sect said that everyone will be given a red envelope of 500 spiritual stones tomorrow. Anyone who sees it will get a share. 500 spiritual stones! I have to go down the mountain to buy some nice clothes today."

Jiang Niannian was surprised and said, "Master, have you changed your mind? Are you going to celebrate our young master's birthday?!"

"What do you mean by our Young Master?" the maid said impatiently, "It's Yin Ci, Young Master Yin. Although they both have the same birthday, one is a dragon and phoenix in the sky, and the other is rotten mud on the ground. Don't confuse the difference. If the headmaster hadn't insisted that we stay here to take care of that waste, I would have left long ago...ah!"

The maid covered her face and looked at Jiang Niannian angrily: "Why did you hit me?"

"As a servant, shouldn't you be beaten for casually discussing the master's right and wrong? Although our young master is not doing well now, he will definitely become a great figure in the world of immortal cultivation respected by thousands of people in the future. You cannot slander him here!"

"You...you are simply unreasonable!" The maid left in a hurry after saying this.

Jiang Niannian was too lazy to care about her. She looked at the scalp on the stove and felt a little worried.

The income of people in the sect comes from two parts: one is the monthly salary of the practitioners, and the other is the remuneration for completing tasks.

She couldn't remember where her original body had put the spirit stone. With her current level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to go on the mission. She had no funds and could only wait until next month's salary.

She herself doesn't care, but her baby is still growing, how can he not eat well?

Jiang Niannian didn't notice that Yin Li was standing behind her, looking at her with a complicated expression for a long time, and then left silently.

Suddenly, Jiang Niannian slapped her forehead and thought, there must be magical beasts on this mountain. If she could catch some magical chickens and ducks, she could also bring them back to improve the food for her baby!