Chapter 126 The Child-Giving Fairy
The Hun Tian Ling is a magical artifact, not a magic weapon.
Even ritual implements have their own authority; don't let people just casually throw them into the sea!
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After an incense stick had burned, Pingyu looked up at the sky.
A red ribbon was tied to the beams and pillars of the room, forming a hammock. A young man in red lay leisurely on it, his head resting on his hands.
Like a resting spider.
Nezha noticed the gaze and looked back with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Pingyu's facial muscles were twitching.
"Nothing much."
Damn it, you dare to play me for fools.
She clenched her jaw, causing her cheeks to bulge out. The rounded curve looked like something you could easily pinch, like a snowball a child might knead in winter. Nezha flipped off the silk ribbon and landed lightly on the ground.
He came to Pingyu's left, and Pingyu turned to his right.
Upon reaching the right side, Pingyu again covered his face with his hand.
Seeing this, Nezha's smile widened, revealing cat-like sharp teeth beneath his lips. He reached out and pinched Pingyu's face, turning it towards him, his tone gentle yet firm: "Are you angry?"
No.
With such actions, Ping became increasingly unclear.
"If you're not angry, why is your head shaking like a drum?"
"I have a bad neck."
"Yeah?"
Nezha released Pingyu's face, and instead, his calloused hand slid down Pingyu's neck. A gentle touch, a tender, lingering touch. His breath was like a strangling snake, Nezha's long hair becoming his cold scales, intensifying Pingyu's feeling of being stared at.
bump!
The two of them stopped at the same time.
The Universe Ring swiftly pulled itself back from the beam, accidentally knocking over the tea on the table. It flew to its master and hesitantly made an arrow shape with its fingers: the Universe Ring had sent a message.
Even though it was just a piece of red silk, Pingyu could see the awkwardness of the Hun Tian Ling.
Even Nezha's magical weapons are busy...
I feel like it would have a lot to talk about with the domineering CEO's secretary.
Pingyu held Nezha's forehead and pushed him away without hesitation.
Nezha said quietly, "You pushed me, you're not going to be friends with me anymore."
Pingyu stuck his head out of the window, pretending he hadn't heard.
One person rides a wheel of fire and wind, while the other uses incantations.
From the city center to the edge, it would take mortals at most an hour to reach, let alone immortals. Led by the Hun Tian Ling, they arrived at Little Mud's location in the blink of an eye.
The town was vast, with stark class distinctions. The city center was bustling and prosperous, gradually declining outwards. The outermost ring consisted mostly of impoverished peasants. Little Mud's house was on the outermost ring, practically a stone's throw from the door.
There are many poor peasants, but very few are extremely poor.
Ping Yu circled the area, finding only a handful of houses. When they arrived, the Qiankun Ring was hanging from a withered branch, swaying gently. The branch was long, like a finger, its tip pointing downwards, precisely at a small hut…a haystack?
Pingyu didn't know what it should be called either.
It was just a frame made of a few pillars, with some half-dried grass laid on top. The wooden pillars weren't nailed securely, and they would sway a couple of times in the autumn wind, sending down clumps of cat-hair-like bits of grass.
It wasn't too late; few of the neighbors were still asleep. Pingyu leaped onto the withered branch, reached out and retrieved the Qiankun Ring, putting it back on Nezha's head. She frowned as she did so, asking, "Is this really it?"
"The Universe Ring will not make a mistake."
Nezha let her do as she pleased, and Si Fu said, "Let's go take a look."
Ping Yu agreed, and just as she was about to land, she stopped moving as she turned and hung on the branch.
A furtive figure was walking towards the thatched house. The little mud demon inside was frail and weak, and the other was a blind and mute cripple. If someone were to commit evil, these two would likely be unable to withstand it.
With a single glance from Ping Yu, Nezha's shoe tip slid across the ground.
The lightly touched pebbles instantly turned into afterimages, and the figure screamed and suddenly knelt down.
"You little beast, is it you again?!"
He slammed his fist on the ground in anger and glared fiercely behind him.
The word "again" is quite intriguing, suggesting that this person is a repeat offender.
Instead of a dirty little muddy creature, two bright, long figures appeared. Hearing this, Nezha kicked another pebble. This time, the pebble pierced his teeth, leaving the man with a gap-toothed appearance. Blood, teeth, and stone mixed with blood flowed down. Thick, foul-smelling blood and phlegm were spat out with a "whoosh." The man belatedly rummaged through the mixture of dirt and dust, looking at the newcomers in horror.
Nezha looked down at him condescendingly: "Next time it'll be the tongue."
His face was hidden in the night, his pupils like bloodstains, and the wind howled like a wolf's cry. The girl, however, was bathed in moonlight, and she asked with a smile, "What are you doing here?"
"I'll do it..."
The man stammered, unable to finish speaking, when another person emerged from the house. He was rather stout, fastening his belt as he walked, appearing quite brisk. Following him, the closed door opened. An indescribable, fishy smell wafted out from the crack in the door. Pingyu held her breath, guessing what had happened. She glanced over and saw, through the narrow crack, Little Mud, bleeding from his nose, slumped on the ground.
The man who came out of the house was still confused and asked Pingyu and the other two, "What are you doing?"
He thought for a moment, then suddenly understood. A smirk appeared on his face, and he chuckled softly: "Women come to the fertility fairy too?"
Ping Yu's face instantly turned cold, and he ordered, "Nezha, take them all away."
The Heavenly Silk ribbon refused to entangle them, so Nezha had no choice but to tear off two broad leaves and fly away. Once the leaves stuck to their lips, they couldn't be torn off, so he grabbed the two of them by the hair and dragged them into the forest.
Nezha went first, leaving long tracks on the ground with their four claw-like feet. Pingyu stayed behind, looking at Xiaoniba through the crack in the door, unsure whether she should go in now.
Little Mudball had truly become mud; she was like mud splashed against a wall and sliding down, her true form revealed from the beating. The large, bushy tail she had seen in the shadows during the day lay limply on the ground. Her lips trembled slightly as she mouthed to Pingyu:
You go.
Pingyu couldn't bear it, so he took out the herbs and silver from the bracelet and placed them at the door.
Once the girl's figure had completely disappeared from sight, Little Muddy slowly got up.
A strong night wind tore the door open, revealing the scene inside: in the narrow haystack, barely enough room for two or three people to stand, there was almost nothing of value. A cabinet and a low couch were all that was there. Through the crack, only a woman could be seen lying on the couch, so thin she was just skin and bones. Little Mud crawled over and hugged her, like a fish battered by waves on a mudflat, with only a little water left to drink.
She began to tremble and convulse uncontrollably.
She was swaying, and the wind was making the door sway too.
The mute girl remained silent.
Squeak, yah.
After holding him for a while, Little Muddy finally let go.
She settled the mute girl on the couch, then went out and dragged the medicine bag Pingyu had left behind back into the room. The medicine bag and the silver were all stuffed under the couch, along with the bag of noodles she had obtained during the day. Little Muddy took the coarse flour cakes and placed them on the couch, then turned and reached into the cupboard. She reached inside and soon took out two items: a hammer and a nail.
The nail is on the left, the hammer on the right.
No one spoke inside; only breathing, the sound of dragging things, and the sound of Xiao Ni's hands moving.
She limped out, constantly striking the hammer in her hand.
She rubbed, scraped, and smashed; the nails and hammer clanged together, their harsh sounds echoing in the night, only to be blown away in a short while.
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