Now it seems that the place is not really secluded and deserted.
The little blade must have been made of a colander. Seeing that Luo Jiujiang didn't reply, she continued to unconsciously reveal the details: "You said that, and Palace Master Han laughed, hugged you, and even pushed you against the tree and kissed you. Why is it that what I did didn't work?"
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Okay, now we have seen even the specific details of the black-eating-black thing!
Luo Jiujiang let out a long sigh of helplessness. He first sent away the weak, pitiful, and helpless innocent person huddled at the roots of the tree. Then he turned his back and asked Xiao Ren in a gentle voice, "If you want to see Qian Ling laugh, why are you grabbing him?"
"Rehearsal," Xiao Ren said succinctly. Even now that she'd recovered, she wouldn't use three words over two. After a moment, she added, "It's none of Palace Master Han's business."
"...Sister Xue?" Luo Jiujiang blinked in surprise. After thinking it over carefully, he felt that it made sense. The most crucial question was: "Xiao Ren, do you want Sister Xue to kiss you, hug you, or smile at you?"
Xiao Ren said confidently, as it should be, "Sister said that only children make choices. Now that I have come of age, of course I want them all."
Luo Jiujiang: "...I always feel that Sister Xue didn't teach you this way for today."
…
After repeatedly instructing Xiao Ren to hold his ground, Luo Jiujiang returned to the tent and immediately brought up the matter with Qian Ling. He planned to discuss whether to give Feng Xue a heads-up—Xiao Ren was always quick to act, acting on his ideas. If they decided to get involved, they would have to find Feng Xue immediately to have a head start.
Han Qianling's eyes suddenly became extremely deep. At that moment, he thought of Feng Xue's unhealthy reading materials with the characteristics of his hometown, and the thirty copies of Longyang Mojing Dynamic Erotica that cost five cents. He recalled Feng Xue's unique temperament, as if he had seen thousands of sails and washed away all worldly affairs. He slowly uttered the decisive verdict, which would bring countless shocks to Feng Xue in the future.
"Miss Feng Xue knows so much, she must be well aware of it. If we rashly interfere in such matters, it will be bad."
Luo Jiujiang hesitated for a moment, then said decisively, "I'd better ask."
He lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, and asked Feng Xue only one question: "Sister Xue, what do you think of Xiao Ren?"
Feng Xue put down the work in her hands and said solemnly, "Xiao Ren? If it weren't for her, I really can't imagine how I would have managed to hold on until now... She is like my life, and she is more important to me than my life."
Luo Jiujiang turned around thoughtfully.
Han Qianling nodded as expected and said, "See, it's no different from you and me."
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Five days later, Han Qianling personally led Luo Jiujiang to the secret place which was said to contain the magical tools used by the Dragon God during his lifetime.
If Han Qianling had not held Luo Jiujiang's hand all the way and walked side by side with him, Luo Jiujiang would not have noticed this small hill at all.
It was not until Han Qianling's reminder that Luo Jiujiang focused his attention entirely on this hill covered with lush green vegetation that he realized how unique and impossible it was to ignore.
The shape of this hill is perfectly round, and even the grass and shrubs on it are as flat as if they have been trimmed. It is located among the mountains, like a green and fluffy coconut ball.
This feature should have made it stand out among the mountains and become a guiding pearl among the mountains, but there was a force that silently exerted its influence on everyone who looked at this place, causing everyone to involuntarily avoid this secret place and ignore its strangeness.
"It's so round that it's almost cute." Luo Jiujiang commented.
Han Qianling replied calmly: "Because it's just a ball."
"……What?"
The words sounded almost vulgar, making Luo Jiujiang doubt his own ears. Han Qianling was never a straightforward person when it came to scolding people; he was always quibbling, beating around the bush, and being subtle and self-righteous. If he could make him say something so out of spite, it could only mean...
It just means he is describing the facts.
As expected, Han Qianling glanced sideways at him and began to explain, "Its original form was a ball of five-element essence that could transform at will, but the Dragon God always used it in the form of a ball, even during the Seven Days of 'World Destruction'. If you look at it now, it still retains the form it originally took when it fell from the sky."
It's just a ball.
Luo Jiujiang: "...I just don't understand. Even if it's an iron bone flower, why is it a ball?"
Han Qianling pondered and said, "Perhaps he likes round things. Have you heard the saying 'dragon playing with a pearl'? It was passed down from him."
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