Chapter 44044 The Butterfly Always Stays on Him
If time could go back to a few days ago, the little snake was very sure that he would rush over. Even if he didn't dare to forcibly separate the two people who were hugging each other, he would definitely say some unpleasant words to emphasize his presence.
But... times are different now.
He suddenly felt a little like when Zhuang Rong'er said to Shui Jue in Cuihuan Valley, "He is my Taoist partner."
He seemed to be fully aware that Ah Huai was not staying with his master as a plaything who looked like Jing Huai.
He himself has long become an independent and special existence.
Ah Huai was not the pretty boy he looked down upon, not only because he had the ability to protect himself and others, but also because Zhuang Rong'er's friendship for him contained a similar element of cherishment as when she faced Jing Huai a hundred years ago.
In a trance, the little snake could even remember its stage as a young snake, when it had not yet transformed and even had little intelligence. It had also watched its master staring at Jing Huai countless times.
He knew very well how much the memories of their brief contact meant to her. Those fragments were the safe haven she built in her heart, where she hid to heal her wounds during every difficult time.
How much she wanted to throw herself into that man's arms, but unfortunately she never had the chance.
Now, to have a hug that supports her... is actually very precious.
As a creature that is literally "stubborn", the little snake head once tasted a bit of literary melancholy.
His heart also became soft, with a hint of bitterness as if he had accidentally eaten a bitter apricot.
However, these delicate thoughts were quickly interrupted by Ah Huai's glance towards him.
Xiaoshe and Ah Huai looked at each other, and couldn't help but hold the medicine jar in one hand and make a "hug yourself" demonstration.
He placed his left hand on his right shoulder, crossed his right arm across his left chest, and used his eyes to persuade Ah Huai to hold Zhuang Rong'er tighter - what was the point of being loose? Would it be unfair for him to hold the fragrant, soft, beautiful and generous Valley Master?
Ah Huai probably understood what he meant, because he had a slight smile on his face, but Xiao She didn't know whether he increased the strength of the hug or not.
The little snake's fingers, which were wet by the potion, curled up slightly, and it lightened its steps and quietly retreated.
Finally, he evolved into a sensible snake.
Congratulations, congratulations.
…
Without the third person present, the person in his arms showed no intention of letting go for the time being, so Ah Huai had no choice but to remain motionless. The "stalemate" lasted for about five or six minutes.
He was probably a little at a loss at the moment. The longer he stayed with Zhuang Rong'er, the more he seemed to have no idea where to put his hands.
His gaze was also fixed on the front of the Longevity Spring, looking at the warm white mist rising up, instead of looking at Zhuang Rong'er's face.
He seemed to be indifferent and calm, but another self jumped out of his mind, scolding him coldly - a man who was ambitious in love, if he behaved so immaturely, it was just that "his ability did not match his ambition."
Ah Huai's breathing quickened slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked back at Zhuang Rong'er in his arms, wondering if there was any room for him to pursue his ambitions at this moment. However, when he looked at her, he found a drop of blood on her smooth forehead.
"Are you still injured?"
No, there was clearly no scar, and that touch of red seemed to appear out of thin air.
After Zhuang Rong'er rubbed against him unconsciously, the blood beads were directly stained on his clothes.
Zhuang Rong'er also noticed it. She stood up and finally separated the two.
But the distance was still too close, so close that although they were not touching each other, it seemed as if there was an invisible thing still connecting them, and it was even inexplicably more ambiguous than before.
"No problem."
Zhuang Rong'er said casually.
This drop of blood is the poisonous insect that has been refined in her body.
The insect that Yu Huansheng was infected with simulated the effect of the life-accelerating insect. In essence, it also attacked by corroding human organs, but its toxicity was a bit weaker.
This actually reminded her of Elder Shunfang of the Tianque Sect who died in Liusha City because his internal organs were eaten.
At that time, everyone in the city thought that she had killed someone because of the iconic death, but she thought that the life-threatening Gu that she had exchanged with the Ghost Market Lord Qing Hailou was used by him.
But now it seems that maybe that person was also killed by Yu Huanye?
Yu Huanye... Zhuang Rong'er briefly remembered the face of this unlucky man, but quickly put it aside.
Because Ah Huai raised his fingers and gently wiped away the remaining bloodstains on her forehead.
Zhuang Rong'er turned around and grabbed his hand before he could let go.
"You are the one who is hurt, not me," she said.
Her expression gradually cleared up, but her actions became even more extreme. She repeated what she had done yesterday, holding Ah Huai's hand with one hand and reaching out with the other to pull off his clothes. She said calmly, "Let me see."
She was always concerned about the sword wound on Ah Huai's shoulder.
This seemed to be a reactionary force, because when she got used to it and forced Ah Huai's skin to be exposed to the air, she soon discovered that the other injuries on his body had almost healed, but the sword wound on his shoulder seemed to have been treated specially and refused to disappear.
...Could the sword she swung be more brutal and rude than the attack of the World-Devouring Whale?
The obvious bone wounds were healed with the help of elixirs and the fountain of immortality, but why is it that the wound caused by the sword tip still retains a faint red mark?
There was no emotion on Zhuang Rong'er's face, but her nails pressed down on her palms.
"If it leaves a scar..." She spoke softly and stopped before she finished.
It would damage this body that looked similar to Jing Huai - Ah Huai finished what she hadn't said in her heart.
He looked at Zhuang Rong'er.
"Then let's get a tattoo here." He said, "... Can you do it for me?"
Zhuang Rong'er was stunned.
What she was thinking was, "If there is a scar, I will carve an identical one on her body."
Ah Huai's suggestion was clearly contrary to her thoughts, but it inexplicably made her heart beat faster.
She stared at the striking red mark that stood out from the smooth white surrounding area, and felt a subtle warmth running down her spine.
For some unknown reason, she nodded.
…
It's too quiet.
So every pause in breathing can be clearly heard.
The man, whose facial features were all exquisite, lay on his back in the water, leaning against the stone wall. His black hair was spread out, floating up and down with the waves. A few strands of hair stuck to his temples and neck, adding a lot of allure.
The water from the Fountain of Longevity reached his chest, while the water droplets condensed from the mist meandered down his collarbone and sank into the water.
Zhuang Rong'er watched the water droplet dissolving in a trance, and the fingers holding the silver needle were also fixed in mid-air. The medicinal ink wrapped on the tip of the needle had dripped a lot because of her slow movement.
“…”
She faintly heard a muffled groan, as if it was there and not there. She blinked her eyes quickly and looked at Ah Huai's shoulder, which had been scratched twice by the needle.
The line that rises diagonally from the side of the shoulder blade intersects with another ink mark that looks like the folded tail of a wing. With two light strokes, a simple and plain butterfly is drawn.
"…It hurts?"
Zhuang Rong'er's voice is different from usual.
With a little undetectable shaking.
"It doesn't hurt." Ah Huai shook his head.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't believe it.
"That's it," she said.
The pattern has been formed, and the process was probably very torturous.
After all, Ah Huai didn't even say a word when she chopped him. Now that he was clearly soaking in the spring water that could block out the pain, he couldn't help but make a sound. It must be unbearable.
Zhuang Rong'er put away the silver needle.
But she did not stand up, and continued to sit on the shore with her head down, looking into Ah Huai's eyes.
“…”
Before she could help but get closer and closer, until she had no way to retreat, she suddenly raised her hand and covered Ah Huai's eyes.
With this sudden movement, the spring water seemed to become a little colder and quieter.
Ah Huai didn't move, but the corners of his mouth seemed to drop slightly.
The tattoo wound, which had originally felt numb and itchy, also began to feel pain.
It turned out that the numbing effect of the medicinal ink had worn off.
Pain is what should happen.
No one spoke. Zhuang Rong'er's breathing quickened for two seconds, and she quickly let go of her hand, but she also stood up by herself.
Not only did he stand up, he also took half a step back.
"...You should recuperate here first." She hurriedly left half a sentence, turned around and left.
Although she was not walking fast, it gave people the feeling that "she was running away".
Ah Huai still didn't move.
He still maintained his previous posture, leaning against the water, but his eyes were tightly closed. Even though the person who had suddenly blinded him was no longer there, he did not open his eyes.
...They had agreed that "he was not allowed to leave her even half a step", but she could escape countless times by herself.
Ah Huai smiled faintly, it was a bitter smile, but it was okay.
He doesn't feel rushed, he has plenty of time and patience.
He's good at waiting, but he's also not afraid to take the initiative.
...Anyway, the tattoo has been engraved.
Now, the butterflies will always be on him, won't they?
…
The time passed very slowly as he closed his eyes to rest. He didn't know how long it had been, and it seemed that raindrops were falling in the Dongshan Villa.
A fine cool breeze blew on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a low-flying dragonfly beside the stone forest beside the spring.
It skimmed along the surface of the water, its tail slightly drooping. It was unknown how long it stayed beside him, always keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far from him, but only about the length of two people's arms.
...not a butterfly, not a spider, but a dragonfly.
She always gives people a sense of freshness.
This time, Ah Huai's smile caught his eyes, but his expression remained calm, as if he noticed nothing.
Only he himself knew, and he sighed in his heart again - Zhuang Rong'er had definitely learned the method of "giving a slap and then a sweet date" without any instruction.
And he never benefited from it in any way.
Ah Huai raised his hand and shook it lightly. A string of tiny water droplets came up from his fingertips and flew silently towards the dragonfly, landing accurately on its slender wings.
The dragonfly's flight path was disrupted by his "teasing". Its body was obviously tilted and it seemed to be stunned, staying in the air for a while.
Its wings drooped slightly due to the weight of the water droplets, and its body was also pulled to sink into the water, but before that, Ah Huai made a move and came over to hold it. And it was indeed not like an ordinary insect. It did not hide at all and stayed steadily in Ah Huai's palm.
The prank played by humans is over, but the counterattack by insects has just begun.
The dragonfly flew quickly from his hand and hit Ah Huai's cheek at a speed that could be called reckless.
When the force was applied, the touch felt was very light... so light that it even felt like a fleeting kiss.
At that moment, it was as if a flash of inspiration came to Ah Huai, and he suddenly thought - before Zhuang Rong'er ran away... did she originally want to kiss him?
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