Chapter 26: We Sleep Together
Nezha only kills, he doesn't save.
Even though he didn't intend to kill anyone, he instinctively used a deadly move.
Unlike metal, the Qiankun Ring was not cold; instead, it radiated warmth.
As Nezha approached, his breath sprayed onto Pingyu's face, making Pingyu feel as if he were in fire, and he could hardly breathe.
She didn't dare open her eyes, and simply let out a dry "Ah!"
Since her misdeeds had been discovered, the girl pretended to be a wrongfully deceased ghost, sticking out her long tongue and mumbling, "I'm dead."
"He won't die."
The boy moved the ritual implements aside and reached out to pry open her eyelids.
Pingyu, finding resistance futile, obediently had her eyelids forcibly pulled open. She looked at Nezha's dark face and heard him grit his teeth:
"Think you can get away with playing dead? Don't worry, even if the King of Hell comes, he can't take you away."
"What a cool line!" Ping Yu thought to himself. "I hope it wasn't used to threaten me!"
"It's not that I'm playing dead, it's that I'm dying of exhaustion!"
As she spoke, she freed herself from Nezha's grasp and pulled most of the blankets out: "Nezha, you didn't sleep all night yesterday, aren't you tired?"
The boy watched Pingyu's movements intently, his tone flat: "You just woke up."
The angry threat from just moments ago instantly turned into a childish scuffle. Nezha landed on top of Pingyu, forehead to forehead, body to body, like two pieces of tofu stacked together.
The girl closed her eyes again and said calmly, "We're still children. We need to sleep at least six hours a day, or we won't grow tall. Let's go to sleep together, Nezha!"
She suggested, "Let's play ghost hunting after we wake up."
The blankets that enveloped the two of them hung smoothly along their bodies on the couch, forming their secret hideout.
Just like the feeling when he covered the girl's eyes with his palm, now their foreheads were touching, and his smooth eyelashes could still lightly fall on Nezha's eyelids.
He was so itchy that his eyelids kept spasming.
Pingyu frowned at this moment and complained to him in annoyance, "Nezha, your eyelashes are making me so itchy!"
The boy rolled over and lay down next to Pingyu.
With the weight gone, the girl was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
She turned to her side and found a comfortable position.
"good evening."
Pingyu yawned wearily and curled up like a cat. Nezha didn't reply; he stared at Pingyu's back.
Thump!
She was kicked off the bed.
Pingyu winced in pain. She scrambled to her feet and clung to the edge of the bed, asking, "What are you doing?!" The girl's eyes widened, her words filled with grievance. Nezha didn't even retract the leg that had been "committing the crime." He said, "I'm leaving."
"Where to?" Ping Yu didn't react in time and the topic was immediately taken away.
Nezha jumped off the bed, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and lifted her up: "Let's go to your house."
"Aren't we done playing?" she asked.
"Play something else."
Pingyu couldn't understand Nezha's answer.
Fortunately, this confusion was quickly resolved.
The boy used a magic ribbon to hang her up.
Arms, waist, and body were all wrapped up tightly.
"Why are they using this trick again?" Ping Yu thought dejectedly.
Looking down from this height, the entire Golden Light Cave is hidden under the clouds, and just one glance can trigger a fear of heights and make one dizzy.
She closed her eyes, clearly not used to this height.
Ping asked tremblingly, "Can I change positions?"
He not only refused, but also spoke each word deliberately:
"Can't."
.
As Pingyu plunged downwards alongside Nezha, he would occasionally think:
Will the trails they left across the sky be mistaken for daytime shooting stars from which one can make a wish? After all, they were equally swift, their trails like fiery tails, exceptionally beautiful.
After an unknown amount of time, she was finally carried back to the ground by Nezha.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a churning in her stomach.
If they flew for a little longer, they might vomit up all the fruit they had just eaten.
It took her a while to catch her breath before she looked up and around. She was no longer on the mountain, and her view was no longer filled with lush vegetation.
The layout of the house looked unfamiliar. Pingyu wiped his mouth and asked Nezha, "Isn't this Chentang Pass?"
Looking into the distance, you can see a stone plaque hanging high at the entrance of the town.
The words "Cihangwu" were written on it.
Pingyu made up her mind that if Nezha flew to the wrong place, she would use all her knowledge to make a good laugh at him.
“No.” The boy waited for her to finish gagging before answering, “This is a town we pass through on the way back to Chentang Pass.”
Oh... I didn't fly the wrong way.
Ping Yu thought regretfully that all his skills had no use.
However, Nezha's heart was like a summer lychee; though all were harvested on the same day, the taste of the flesh was completely different. Just now, when he was at Chentang Pass, he said he would take Pingyu home. But now he'd stopped halfway and sent her to a place she knew nothing about.
They act on a whim, leaving people completely baffled.
Is he planning something again?
Pingyu stared at the boy without speaking, the question in his eyes now a tangible expression of doubt.
Nezha understood the meaning on the other person's face, and in front of Ping Yu, he stomped his foot.
In the past, after he performed this action, a ring of fire would appear beneath his feet. But now, nothing happened even after Nezha completely placed his feet back on the ground.
Pingyu realized that something was wrong.
"Where are the Wind and Fire Wheels?"
Nezha said, "I'm going to rest."
Do ritual implements also have rest periods?
Ping Yu found it unbelievable; this was too human-like! Could it be that the sword cultivator said the sword was his wife because he had truly personified it to the point of being able to be a wife? She also thought of Nezha saying something like "The Wind Fire Wheels are so tired they're going on strike" when they were at Qian Yuan Mountain.
So this wasn't a joke, it was real.
Pingyu knew absolutely nothing about spiritual practice or ritual implements.
So she believed whatever Nezha said.
Then he asked, "When will the Wind and Fire Wheels finally get some rest?"
"have no idea."
Fire-related magical artifacts are known for their fiery tempers, much like their owners, and they act as they please. The boy replied irresponsibly, "It'll come out eventually once it's rested enough."
"Does that mean we'll have to stay here for a while?"
Nezha nodded.
Seeing him pause for a moment, Pingyu spread his hands and added:
"I didn't bring any money."
They dared to stop halfway even though they had no money...
Pingyu looked at Nezha's expression and his expression became indescribable.
Fortunately, she had a habit of carrying a purse with her, so that neither of them would be penniless.
Ping Yu sighed and reached for his waist: "It's alright, I'll take it..."
She stopped midway through her sentence.
When his fingertips didn't touch the familiar embroidered fabric, Ping Yu suddenly looked down.
"Why isn't it here!?"
Her waist was empty; the purse that had been hanging there was nowhere to be seen. Then, Pingyu felt all over his body. Nezha watched her spin around like a puppy chasing its tail, then look at him with a mournful face and say, "It's over..."
She recalled that before arriving at Qianyuan Mountain, they were on a mission to infiltrate a peddler's house to exorcise demons. Because he had to play the role of a refugee, Pingyu had taken off his purse.
That damned peddler! That despicable villain!
The rich young woman opened her eyes to find herself penniless, and two genuine tears slid down Pingyu's cheeks.
"I didn't bring any money with me either."
She clutched her chest in utter grief:
"Nezha, we're going to be homeless on the streets!"
"Won't."
Nezha glanced at her and said calmly, "We were born into good families, so kind-hearted people will come to us with money."
If someone else had said this, Pingyu would have thought they were a neurotic with an excessive sense of self. But if Nezha had said it, Pingyu would have found it quite reasonable.
After all, putting aside personality and behavior, if we only consider looks, Nezha is indeed unmatched in this world. At least when they're arguing, Pingyu often forgets he's angry with the other person because they're so good-looking.
After saying this, Nezha walked ahead.
Pingyu followed behind him, and the two strolled leisurely through the town.
As can be seen from the stone plaque we just saw, this place is called "Cihangwu".
Cihangwu and Chentangguan are similarly developed, with rows of buildings and people living in peace and contentment.
It's lunchtime now, and the streets are bustling with activity.
"Nezha".
During the action, Pingyu suddenly stopped. She tugged at the boy's sleeve and whispered, "Look at those people."
Nezha followed her gaze and looked in one direction. Among the passersby were some people wearing bronze masks and carrying large bundles.
"Are they... about to perform a sacrifice?" In Pingyu's memory, in this dynasty, wearing a mask usually meant being associated with gods and Buddhas. Thinking of this, she tensed up instantly.
"It's not a ritual."
An unfamiliar male voice answered Pingyu before Nezha could: "These people's bags are full of money. They are going to a temple in the mountains to worship the God of Wealth. That god has great supernatural powers and can turn one into two, and two into six."
The man was also taken aback when he saw their faces.
He had originally wanted to participate in the worship activities, but recently he had been short of money and couldn't afford to enter the temple, so he could only watch others on the street. His answering of the child's questions was only a spur-of-the-moment thing.
But when Pingyu and Nezha turned around, he found that the two children were both very good-looking.
Judging from their conversation and accents, the man deduced they were from out of town. He knew there were some slave owners in the area with unusual tastes, and if he sold these two children…
As he pondered this, a more amiable smile spread across his face: "Worshiping gods seems quite interesting. Would you like to come with me to take a look?"
Pingyu cautiously grabbed Nezha, while the boy, understanding the situation, glanced at the other's waist without making a sound.
There was a purse there, which looked fairly bulging.
The man received no reply, only the strangely beautiful boy asking abruptly, "Are you kind-hearted?"
He was taken aback at first, then realized: This kid is probably testing whether I'm a good person!
“Of course,” the man thumped his chest like a drum: “I often do good deeds.”
After hearing this, Pingyu saw Nezha turn towards him.
The boy said to her in a "I knew it" tone, "Look, a kind person has come."
Ping Yu looked up at the man who was clearly a human trafficker and thought to himself:
Why is it coming from this direction?!
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