Chapter 3 003 You Are Mine
The moment he woke up from the dew splashed on his face on the red stage, he realized that he had been sent to the auction floor, waiting to become the property of the next buyer.
He was full of resistance, but the woman who finally took over his life kept looking at him as if he were an old friend.
With a gaze different from anyone else's.
She called his name - Ah Huai.
He couldn't remember it, but he felt that it was indeed his name.
She fed him water, her movements gentle and full of cherishment.
She gave him a slightly bitter pill to ease the dull pain in his body.
She wiped the dirt off his face with a handkerchief that smelled lightly of flowers and trees.
There was also a faint medicinal fragrance on her fingers, which was neither bitter nor bitter. When she accidentally put them into his mouth, he couldn't help but licked them. He treated her lightly, but she was not angry at all.
Perhaps, before losing their memory, they were old acquaintances.
Perhaps she knew what had happened to him.
Ah Huai waited quietly, but received no answer.
He was so tired that he just touched his lips lightly, left a "thank you", and fell into a deep sleep.
He suddenly didn't care what kind of treatment he would receive after waking up.
Zhuang Rong'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently pinched a few cleansing spells at the sleeping man.
Her fingers lingered on him.
His face, jaw, neck, Adam's apple, collarbone, chest, waist and abdomen...
Even their body shapes are similar.
Only when you are huddled in the cage with him can you feel how tall he is, his shoulders are broad, yet his waist is just the right size to hold in your arms.
His legs curled up in the cage couldn't be stretched out at all, and he looked even more aggrieved than he did from the outside. After she broke into this limited space, he could only overlap and entangle with her legs.
Under her palm, she felt the thin yet firm and distinct texture, a detail that the stone statue did not have. Zhuang Rong'er rubbed it subconsciously.
But the fabric of his clothes was too rough.
This cheap cloth clinging to his body was a blasphemy to him.
Zhuang Rong'er acted very quickly. Before she could react, she had already stood up and pressed down, stripping Ah Huai's clothes off.
The chest that she had deliberately avoided looking at before was now exposed in front of her.
She admired it quietly for a few seconds, until bright red blood drops dripped onto the fair skin, touching the edge of the dogwood, and then spread along the flow, staining it with some erotic and gorgeous colors.
Although unconscious, the person under him seemed to tremble slightly.
Zhuang Rong'er's cheeks suddenly turned red, but her expression was very calm.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her nose, then used it to carelessly wipe Ah Huai's chest.
The Qiankun bag shook because the poisonous insects in the bamboo tube smelled the blood and couldn't help but become restless.
The little snake bravely came over and nudged her hand. Zhuang Rong'er glanced at it and threw the used handkerchief over.
The little snake immediately wrapped itself around the blood-stained handkerchief, twisting itself into a ball in excitement.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't care much. These beasts were addicted to her blood, which was why they were driven by her.
She was focused solely on the man in front of her.
What would happen if you fed him a mouthful of blood?
Zhuang Rong'er thought about it and did nothing.
She just whispered to the deaf person:
"You're mine."
Zhuang Rong'er put the person down and took out a palm-sized paper figure from her sleeve.
She pinched out a small insect and threw it onto the paper figure. The paper shook, and then it began to move its hands and feet as if it had come alive, and saluted Zhuang Rong'er.
"Go buy some men's clothes..." Zhuang Rong'er threw over a few pieces of spiritual jade and instructed, "Also, food, nectar, and other things that mortals like."
Having said that, she remembered something and looked at the food tray on the table brought by the crying-faced waiter.
There were some exquisitely-looking cakes and various preserved fruits placed on it, and one could faintly see spiritual energy floating in them.
As she thought about this, without saying anything more, the little snake that had brought the cup of water came out again.
The little snake let go of the wrinkled handkerchief and snaked onto the table. It suddenly became a few inches longer and thicker. It raised half of its body and dragged the food plate, presenting it to Zhuang Rong'er.
Seeing that there was no further instruction for the little paper man, he took out a piece of paper rope, tied the spirit jade to his body, jumped out of the window, and disappeared.
Zhuang Rong'er picked up a piece of cake at random and looked at it for a moment, but she had no interest in tasting it. She put the cake back listlessly and stuffed the entire plate of food into her Qiankun bag - to prepare it for Ah Huai.
He is an ordinary person and has to eat.
The food that Changbao Pavilion sent as an apology must be much better in flavor and quality than what you can buy on the streets of Ghost Market.
After making some simple arrangements, she went over again and held the unconscious Ah Huai in her arms.
She wanted to feel the person's temperature at all times to make sure she was not dreaming.
Although due to the difference in body shape, the one hugging the person seems to be snuggling up to the person being hugged.
Zhuang Rong'er thought about it and really wanted to snuggle into Ah Huai's arms.
However, this man was still injured, and the Shengdan was still in effect. Pressing him down would probably be detrimental to his recovery, so she was content to just hug his waist.
Recalling the quick glance I had on the street before, Ah Huai still had chains tied to his limbs.
She took one hand away from Ah Huai's waist and grabbed Ah Huai's arm.
Although the chains had been removed, marks remained on his wrists.
Zhuang Rong'er looked unhappy and took out the Linji ointment to apply it on him repeatedly.
She touched the ointment with her finger and rubbed it gently on his wrist, and a cool medicinal scent spread.
The medicinal smell is the smell of Linji Cream itself, but the coolness seems to be stimulated, light, cold, but very pleasant - that is Ah Huai's smell.
Because she kept caressing him, the faint fragrance became slightly more fragrant.
Zhuang Rong'er held up the wrist that she had applied medicine on and sniffed it, then went to smell the side of Ah Huai's neck.
The smell here was the most obvious, reminding her of the sandalwood buried in the snow when there was a heavy snow in the valley one year. It was very similar to the smell on Ah Huai's body.
Zhuang Rong'er leaned her head on Ah Huai's shoulder, smelling his scent and kneading his hands, thinking about this and that.
Although the cage is small and intimate, the comfort is really limited.
Maybe I should ask the paper man to buy another bed.
He should also send a message back to Gu, asking someone to quickly build a golden house for Ah Huai to live in.
A golden house should be warm in winter and cool in summer. Ordinary people can hardly withstand the cold and heat, so the temperature must be just right.
Just as she was thinking about this, she suddenly heard someone mention the Spirit Building Branch among the voices that she had completely blocked out.
She had no choice but to withdraw her attention and return to the singing party.
Of course, the treasure being auctioned now was not the Spirit Building Branch, but it still surprised Zhuang Rong'er—
"God-devouring Pearl?! If it really is a God-devouring Pearl, doesn't that mean the news about the Spirit-Building Branch can't be false either?"
"...It's not a good thing for this thing to appear here."
"What do you mean?"
"If something goes wrong, wouldn't that give someone with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of it?"
"Do you think any random person can disrupt the singing treasure party? That's really disrespectful of the dealer. Not to mention, there's a shield on this God-devouring Pearl."
"The God-Devouring Pearl can seal spiritual energy, but it also harms others and does not benefit oneself. I really can't think of any occasion where this thing can be used..."
"Whatever, let's give it a try! Aside from the Spirit Building Branch, I don't believe there's anything more rare and precious than this! It doesn't matter if I can use it or not, it's a great treasure to keep!"
God-devouring Pearl...
Zhuang Rong'er frowned slightly.
She had known that there might be another scheme at this singing treasure party. In previous singing treasure parties, no gossip had ever been released in advance, but this time, the news of treasures such as the Zhuling Branch and You Xueqi's old belongings was leaked so early.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't know which big fish the bait was for, but she knew it wasn't for her.
No one knows about the evil magic of resurrection in Cuihuan Valley, and no one in the world probably knows that she is planning to resurrect Jing Huai.
Collecting treasures from heaven and earth is not uncommon for a half-alchemy cultivator like her. After all, each material can be used to cast the magic of resurrection when combined together, and each material has its own magical use when separated.
The news about the Spiritual Branch was not just aimed at her.
As for this man who looked like Jing Huai and whom she had bought, she saw with her own eyes that he was paraded in a cage before the singing show started. It was obvious that he was a "treasure" who was stuffed in at the last minute.
At most, it means that the powerful banker recognizes Jing Huai's face and knows what Zhuang Rong'er is thinking, and understands that this is a deal that is bound to be completed.
But it doesn't mean that he was deliberately trying to lure her into the trap, otherwise why would he suddenly join in? He must have been prepared and had released the news long ago.
But now, with the God-Devouring Pearl on the field, even if the trap was not set up to trap her, it was inevitable that she would be implicated.
It might be best to be cautious and leave now, but the auction for the Spirit Building Branch hasn't started yet...
Zhuang Rong'er was a little nervous and was hesitant when there was a tapping sound on the outer window of the elegant residence.
The little paper man climbed up panting, and the paper rope wrapped around his body tightened his waist into a thin line.
It stood on the windowsill, bowed to Zhuang Rong'er, and then fell down lightly.
A gray insect slowly crawled down the wall and gradually disappeared from sight.
Zhuang Rong'er understood. It seemed that the paper man had bought so many things that it couldn't bring them with it.
She glanced at the little snake, and the snake immediately became much thicker and longer, and could no longer be called a little snake.
It crawled down the window sill. From the snake's tail that was still in Zhuang Rong'er's sight, it could be seen that it had grown bigger and turned into a white python.
Zhuang Rong'er was speechless.
How much did the paper figurine buy? Why are the prices at the ghost market so low?
The white python slid down the Accord. A few seconds later, it opened the window with its head, and rolled up a bunch of packages with its body.
There were fried snacks wrapped in oil paper, steamed buns in several baskets, a whole piece of braised beef in a large pot, a roasted chicken hanging on the grill, some fruits and vegetables for ordinary people, and a pile of manna tubes as high as a calf...
In addition, there were several sets of men's clothes, boots, and even a snow-white fox fur cloak.
After having food and clothing, the little paper man did not forget to buy "things that ordinary people like", namely a jar of cheap-looking wine, a piece of rouge with a bronze mirror, a peach wood sword for children to play with, and two storybooks with not very serious covers.
Zhuang Rong'er forgot to think about Chang Baohui's conspiracy for a moment. She was silent for a moment, threw the Qiankun bag to the white python, and asked it to help put all the things in it.
The white python took a long time to finish, then shrank back into its little snake form, handed the bag to Zhuang Rong'er, and rubbed her hand flatteringly.
Zhuang Rong'er squeezed out a drop of blood from her index finger and fed it into the snake's mouth. The little snake swayed back to the Qiankun bag as if drunk and fell into a doze.
And the filming of the God-Devouring Pearl has not been completed yet.
"Why hasn't the dealer made a choice yet? Doesn't he like any of them and doesn't want to change?" someone couldn't help but ask.
He had barely finished speaking when there was a "pop" sound. The Laughing Buddha attendant, who was dragging the God-Devouring Pearl covered with a layer of white mist in his hand, staggered a step. The white mist shattered and disappeared with a crisp sound like exploding ice.
All spiritual power is lost.
Zhuang Rong'er immediately raised her head, her eyes full of coldness.
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