He tilted his head and stared straight at me, then without a word, he hoisted me onto his shoulder and strode into the house.
He threw me onto the bed very roughly.
It turns out I'm not as scoundrel as him; in fact, he's incredibly shameless.
He pounced on me like a hungry jackal or tiger, his arms encircling my entire upper body and clamping me down. No matter how I struggled, I was like a chick being slaughtered, unable to escape.
We got straight to the point, and after we were done, he rolled over and collapsed next to me.
"Your skills are so bad, yet you still like to act like a hooligan!" I pulled up the blanket, covered myself with an unhappy expression, and turned my back.
"I've put in so much effort, and you say my technique is bad?" He panted slightly, then flipped me over with a wave of his hand and questioned me with a frown.
There was simply no way to refute him. I couldn't beat him, I couldn't provoke him, I couldn't get angry at him, and I couldn't even outmaneuver a thug.
That old fox.
I clutched my wounded heart, utterly dejected.
"I'm just a weak woman... how can you be so heartless?" I choked back tears, deeply saddened.
Seeing that I was crying again, he frowned and stared at me with a complicated look, as if he wanted to see through me and see if I was just putting on an act.
I pouted and continued to cry sadly.
He rubbed his forehead, feigning a headache, before finally softening his tone with resignation: "I promise you, once it's done, the letter of understanding and the immortal register will be yours."
"It's a promise? I won't go back on my word no matter what?" I asked again, my voice trembling with tears.
"I never break my word."
"That's good!" I immediately composed myself, stopped crying, and returned to normal.
Fortunately, he can't compete with playing the victim or feigning helplessness.
It seems this kid responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
He looked at me suspiciously, now that I had fully recovered, before suddenly realizing, "You brat, you tricked me again!"
"Who told you to not explain yourself clearly and leave me with this ambiguous spiritual practice? I just don't want to end up with nothing. Is it wrong for you to give me a definite answer? Wouldn't it be better if we cooperated fairly and happily?" I replied confidently.
Wen Heng dressed, got out of bed, and sat down in the chair at the table. He poured himself a cup of tea, then looked at me with his sharp eyes and sneered, "You want fairness? How about you do what you did to me, making me do all the dirty work?"
“That was Zhou Lang’s own choice!” I argued.
"If you don't guide him to know these things, he'll find out." He persisted.
"What's wrong with me teaching you how to survive?"
"But it's not allowed to be used on you! I, a dignified god, have served a woman wholeheartedly, and even given her a letter of forgiveness and a celestial seal. What kind of image would that have if word got out? I must get it back!" He said with a sharp look in his eyes, seemingly very serious.
I thought to myself, if I put myself in his shoes, what he said does make sense. If it were my immortal body being used like this, I would definitely get my revenge, let alone this old fox.
Rather than arguing with him all day long, fighting wits and courage, being tormented by him, and letting him gain the upper hand and make demands, it's better for me to make my own demands first.
"So, to be fair, how should I take care of you in return for how you take care of me?"
"Very well then!" He seemed to have been waiting for me to say those words, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"I'm hungry..." He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Don't you not need to eat?"
"Not needing to eat doesn't mean you don't feel hungry! When times were tough, you were happily eating all by yourself, leaving me to stare at you helplessly!" he said indignantly.
"What?" I exclaimed in astonishment.
Thinking back to the past two weeks when Zhou Lang was starving and followed me out early and back late begging on the streets, how did he manage to do it without any food?
At the time, I was only concerned with eating and drinking my fill, and I never noticed Zhou Lang...
I suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
"I want to eat!" Wen Heng howled like a vengeful ghost, pulling me back to my senses.
I walked toward the kitchen with a wandering expression.
There's nothing good to eat at home, just sweet potatoes.
So I set up a campfire and started roasting sweet potatoes.
Seeing that I obediently complied, Wen Heng looked incredulous and even moved a stool to sit next to me, probably afraid that I would cause some trouble again, and supervised me like a lord.
He propped his head up with his arm, looking quite puzzled as he saw me obediently roasting sweet potatoes. Then, he started making trouble again: "Thirsty? Pour me some tea!"
For some reason, I lost the will to fight with him and calmly brought out the teapot and teacups.
He placed the poured teacup in his outstretched palm.
Then he sat back down by the campfire in silence, his mind filled with thoughts of Zhou Yu.
Wen Heng held his teacup and stared at me thoughtfully.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Heng jumped up from his seat and exclaimed, "It's burnt! It's burnt! I knew you were up to no good!"
I looked down and saw that the sweet potato in my hand had been burnt without my noticing, and a burnt smell wafted up.
In a panic, I instinctively reached out to save the sweet potato that I had burned.
Unexpectedly, he cried out "Ah!" and pulled his hand back, only to find a red burn mark on his palm.
Wen Heng immediately pulled my hand into the water tank next to him and soaked it until I came to my senses.
"Just to avoid doing housework! I never thought you were so ruthless that you would even lay a hand on yourself!" Wen Heng frowned, seemingly very annoyed.
I said innocently, "I really didn't mean to! I wouldn't hurt myself, even if it hurts someone else. Why don't you just eat this to fill your stomach? It shouldn't be burnt."
At that moment, I noticed some fireworks appearing behind Wen Heng, followed by a bright, shimmering halo.
Immediately afterwards, a raging fire ignited on the clothes behind him.
In that critical moment, Wen Heng darted into the fire and pulled me into the water vat. I must have accidentally set his clothes on fire. He was facing me, completely unaware of what was happening, while flames were raging behind him, quite fittingly.
"It's on fire! It's on fire!" I shouted, pointing behind him with wide eyes.
Wen Heng then turned his head and noticed that his clothes were on fire behind him. Only then did he belatedly realize the burning heat and jump up in surprise.
The fire spread rapidly, and soon he was surrounded by flames.
He rolled around in front of me like a man on fire, looking utterly pathetic.
"Thump!" I grabbed a large bucket of water and lunged at it.
It was accompanied by the sound of water dripping.
Wen Heng stood before me, her hair in a bun, her clothes disheveled and clinging to her body.
He looked quite disheveled.
Wen Heng's eyes flashed with a chilling murderous intent as he looked at me.
I was so shocked that I involuntarily shrank back.
But as soon as he took his first step toward me, he fell straight backward to the ground.
I mustered my courage and kicked him, but there was no response. I checked his breathing; he wasn't dead. Could it be that his spirit couldn't withstand the fire? I slumped to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
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