Chapter 6 006 She swore never to look at the young man in white again...
In the end, Zhuang Rong'er left Ah Huai with only one pair of underwear, and only rolled up the trouser legs to the knees.
She naturally didn't think there was anything wrong, but Ah Huai seemed embarrassed. For a moment, she thought she saw a fleeting hint of pleading in his eyes.
For some unknown reason, she felt a dull pain in her heart, and the anger that was burning in her body quickly cooled down.
Perhaps it was because the body that looked like Jing Huai showing such an expression inevitably made her feel dazed. She thought that if Jing Huai encountered such a situation, he might think that she was deliberately humiliating him.
——Of course, Jing Huai would never fall to the point where he had to be at the mercy of others because of a high fever.
She suddenly felt that it would be cruel to force herself to do it.
It’s just that some parts cannot be wiped, which should not affect the effect.
If there is any impact, she will make up for it.
Zhuang Rong'er then took a handkerchief, dipped it in wine and wiped Ah Huai's body.
A rich fragrance dissipated in the air as she moved.
Ah Huai was having trouble staying conscious.
The drinks were spicy.
It was applied to his body by those soft hands, penetrating through his skin into his blood vessels and soaking into his internal organs.
He became increasingly drowsy and completely stopped thinking. He must have been intoxicated by the alcohol that entered his nose. At this moment, he only felt like a cruise ship floating on the sea.
The heat waves that hit him were so intense that they occasionally covered his head and almost suffocated him.
That night, he had a dream.
The ever-present sound of surging sand became the rustling sound of bamboo leaves swaying in the bamboo forest in my dream.
The sunlight sprinkled on his face. He leaned lightly against the evergreen bamboo, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand and pointing the long sword to the ground.
Although there was a veil of mist in front of his eyes, he could see a butterfly landing on his chest.
He curled the corners of his lips and reached out his hand. The butterfly landed on his fingertips and refused to fly away.
…
Zhuang Rong'er also felt bad.
She wiped it quickly, put a layer of clothes on Ah Huai, and turned her back to him.
After making sure that Ah Huai's condition had not worsened, she ordered the little snake to stay where it was and walked to the cave entrance alone.
Wu Heng didn't make any noise during the whole process, and the whole centipede seemed to be invisible. It only started to move again after she finished her job, and even chased her to the edge of the cave.
Zhuang Rong'er listened to the raging wind overhead, tilted her head to glance at him, and whispered, "Do you know who bought the Blood-Crying Quicksand Hairpin?"
"It's me." No expression could be seen on the centipede's body. "If I say that the hairpin has always been in my hand and has never been thrown away, then everything that is happening now has nothing to do with me. Do you believe it or not?"
"Why are you talking so loudly?" Zhuang Rong'er scolded him unhappily. After confirming that Ah Huai was not awakened, she continued, "If you want people to believe you, you have to provide evidence."
Wu Heng gave a bitter laugh and said, "If this quicksand trap was truly my fault, then why would I hide in this cave?"
Zhuang Rong'er didn't say anything.
Wu Heng continued, "Since you've asked me a question, why don't you answer it for me? Who is the man sitting next to you in the elegant pavilion?"
"I don't know him."
"Don't know her?" Wu Heng was surprised. "He teased you about the Demon Lord's sister. I thought she was familiar with you."
Zhuang Rong'er didn't say anything.
"This person is not simple..." Wu Heng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally stopped talking. After all, the two of them did not have a relationship where they trusted each other and could exchange analysis.
Seeing that Zhuang Rong'er ignored him, he silently returned to the corner.
Zhuang Rong'er felt even more at peace after seeing him leave.
In fact, she was in a bad mood.
When Ah Huai wakes up, she will probably punish him.
Because the look in his eyes made her unhappy.
Was her care something to be despised? Why did he seem to be wronged?
She thought that Ah Huai must not have realized his own identity and situation.
He was a slave, a plaything, and a pet she bought. Even if she secretly wanted him to be her partner, Ah Huai should have tried his best to please her.
If she wanted to take off his clothes, he should take the initiative to take them off.
The sandstorm continued all night long.
With nothing to do, Zhuang Rong'er, feeling sulky, took out all the useful things from her Qiankun bag.
She quietly arranged the items that the paper man had bought earlier in a row. The hole in the ground was not big to begin with, and now it was filled up.
Seeing someone casting a curious glance her way, she took out a handful of vegetable leaves and threw them over.
"...I'm not coveting this." Wu Heng said embarrassedly.
You know what, as a centipede, he feeds on green leaves in addition to insects and carrion. After entering the Quicksand City and seeing these tender and juicy plants, he actually felt a little salivating.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't bother to pay attention to him. While she was counting the amount of food and arranging what Ah Huai would eat next, she kept watching Ah Huai sleeping out of the corner of her eye.
He looked better, his brow was no longer furrowed, and he slept more soundly.
As comfortable as death.
Zhuang Rong'er's heart skipped a beat, and her finger poked A Huai's cheek.
A pair of blurry eyes, still in sleep, opened and looked at her.
She wanted to say, "You are not allowed to sleep anymore," but what came out was, "Go on sleeping, I will watch over you."
Ah Huai really closed his eyes.
The slight bit of frustration in Zhuang Rong'er's heart suddenly disappeared - look, he still opened his eyes and responded.
She also felt inexplicably relieved.
Perhaps it was because her spiritual power was sealed that her mortal body also felt tired. She leaned against Ah Huai, listened to his shallow breathing, and fell asleep.
She had a dream.
She dreamed of that year when, in order to practice the art of controlling insects, she directed her spiritual consciousness to butterflies.
She turned into a butterfly and met Jing Huai for the first time in a bamboo forest.
The Ghost Grandma often told her that those righteous people who wore flowing white clothes were the most hypocritical and there was no need to make friends with them.
Those with average cultivation can be ignored directly. If you accidentally meet one who looks very powerful, you must run away quickly, otherwise it is easy for those stubborn people to beat you to death with a stick and regard you as a witch, and then attack you unreasonably.
After hearing this, Zhuang Rong'er thought that the hateful people in the righteous path were really incomprehensible, and at the same time, she took the words of the Ghost Grandma as her guiding principle and vowed not to even look at the young man in white.
That day was the first time she "broke the rules".
The miasma in the Thousand Eyes Forest was thick, and her lack of skills affected her movement. After a while, she couldn't even fly anymore.
When he was resting on the bamboo leaves to catch his breath, he attracted the attention of the bamboo monster.
After a demon has spiritual consciousness, there are only two paths to take. One is to practice like a human, but it will be more difficult and slower than a human.
The other type relies on stealing the spiritual energy of other living beings for their own use and completely degenerates into a demon. They are bloodthirsty and cruel, and the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to deal with.
The bamboo monster is obviously the second type.
Zhuang Rong'er thought to herself that she could not fight against the bamboo monster, so all she had to do was cut off its consciousness at the critical moment.
Even if the bamboo monster ate the butterfly, she would not be harmed. At most, she would be scolded by the ghost lady for ending the insect control too early.
So she stayed there lazily.
She didn't even have time to react when the corrosive demonic fog released by the bamboo monster that was heading towards her was dispersed in front of her by a long sword.
Instead of feeling grateful for having her life saved, she felt more frightened.
Three or five young men in white appeared in the Thousand-Eye Forest. They came to kill the man-eating bamboo monster, but they scared the butterfly that Zhuang Rong'er had transformed into.
The sharp sword energy was less than half a finger away from her. The accompanying wind hit her wings, but it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it brought a gust of refreshing and pleasant smell that pierced the miasma.
Zhuang Rong'er was fixed on the bamboo leaf, like a butterfly-shaped paper-cut, motionless.
She knew she should fly away, but she still watched quietly as those people set up a formation to dispel the miasma and captured the bamboo monster and executed it on the spot.
The blind and veiled swordsman in the lead was extremely handsome. She had never seen anyone's sword movements so smooth and beautiful.
His cultivation was also higher than those she had ever met, unfathomable.
It was he who saved her from the corrosive demonic fog with a blast of sword energy—he saved a mere butterfly.
The others called out his name, calling him "Senior Brother Jing Huai," and playfully divided up the bamboo monster's resources. They were overjoyed because they had completed their mission, and were filled with the youthful energy and spirit.
He put away his sword and stood quietly aside, not moving forward. He just leaned lightly against the bamboo, letting the setting sun shine through the bamboo leaves onto his body, casting a layer of warm light on him.
Zhuang Rong'er flew over boldly and hovered beside him for a long time before she dared to land gently on his chest.
She thought that she was just a butterfly, and the young man in white would not beat her up as the ghost lady said.
But when the hand was raised and approached her, she couldn't help but feel nervous, her wings trembling with nervousness - until he gently took her in his hand with his fingertips.
Her whole body relaxed, and as her spiritual consciousness expanded and contracted, her body felt a soothing tingling sensation.
Even though his eyes were completely covered by the gauze, she felt that he was looking at her and smiling at her.
She tapped on his fingertips and didn't want to leave, all she could think about was how gentle his smile was.
…
"Wake up."
Zhuang Rong'er opened her eyes and saw the face she had been dreaming about day and night.
They were so close that he sat up and leaned over, his falling hair tangling with hers.
But at this moment there was no smile on that face, only some sharp insight.
Ah Huai woke her up and pointed seriously in the direction above her head.
I fell asleep and it was already the second half of the night. The wind and sand had stopped and it was very quiet.
The sound of footsteps above was particularly clear, accompanied by the woman's faint sobs.
Zhuang Rong'er suddenly woke up and slapped the little snake that was coiled up and sleeping beside her to wake it up.
Wu Heng in the corner heard the slap and quietly opened his eyes.
Ah Huai was the first among them to sense the danger.
"Sir..." The woman paced back and forth above their heads, complaining sadly, "Sir, why are you hiding from me?"
Zhuang Rong'er's body tensed up, and she pinched Ah Huai's wrist, as if trying to comfort him.
However, she didn't know that her face was pale at the moment and she looked like the one who needed comforting.
"Sand ghost."
She whispered the source of the late-night noise.
The sand ghost is an innocent ghost that died by swallowing sand in the desert. Its appearance here means that someone's prophecy at the singing party that day has come true. The evil ghost plate has really been used by someone to drive it around, and he still thinks the scene is not chaotic enough.
Even at the cost of backlash, they summoned ghosts from the underworld and specially summoned sand ghosts to patrol outside the city. Are they trying to specifically eliminate the monks who might be stranded outside the city?
Zhuang Rong'er is not afraid of anything else, but she is indeed afraid of ghosts.
The reason is simple. She is not proficient in strong physical and sword skills, and her witchcraft skills have obvious shortcomings - humans can eat her poisonous insects, but ghosts cannot.
When she had spiritual power, she still felt that ghosts were evil. Now that her spiritual power was sealed, she felt even more creepy.
A pair of warm hands gently rested on her back. Zhuang Rong'er trembled and turned to look at Ah Huai.
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