Mo Qingcheng climbed the mountain carrying a bamboo basket and walked to the trap dug by Bai Yueniang. A faint smell of blood filled her nostrils. The girl's ears twitched, and she narrowed her eyes.
Something's up!
Mo Qingcheng smiled meaningfully, pulled a steel knife from her basket, and slowly approached with a few silver needles between her fingers.
"If I catch the person who dug the trap, I will definitely..." Baili Mingyue frowned slightly, held his breath, and a murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.
Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes widened. What? She's gotten him hooked?
It's the perfect time to take advantage of someone else's generosity...
With a flick of his wrist and a sweep of the steel blade, the withered branches and leaves on the trap were shattered into dust, fluttering down into the trap.
Mo Qingcheng squatted beside the trap, lowered her eyes and chuckled: "Brother, this flavor... is quite unique..."
Baili Mingyue was dressed in white, stained with plum blossoms, her head covered in rotten leaves, her eyes cold, and she tightly clutched an injured white tiger cub—no, a kitten.
The little white tiger struggled desperately, unable to escape Baili Mingyue's clutches. Its eyes were wet with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "Hey, are you so hungry you'll eat anything?"
"Shut up!" Baili Mingyue glared at Mo Qingcheng: "You're ruthless! Why don't you pull me up?"
"Tsk tsk, don't I have any pride? Do you think it was easy for me? I worked tirelessly for three days and three nights, finally digging a pit, and you, on a whim, jumped in yourself. Did a book jump out of there?!"
"You..." Baili Mingyue was furious: "You dug the trap, so it's the same as you injuring me."
"oh……"
Oh, that's it? What the hell? Baili Mingyue really wanted to spit blood at the girl in front of her. Didn't she have any sympathy at all?
Mo Qingcheng smiled gently, her eyes darting around, and stretched out her little hand: "Give it to me!"
Baili Mingyue understood immediately and tossed the little white tiger to Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng, who was gloating and planning to make a fortune, was speechless.
What the hell? Mo Qingcheng cursed inwardly, stingy!
The little white tiger seemed to have grasped at a straw, its two little paws clinging tightly to Mo Qingcheng's shoulders.
Baili Mingyue was furious. A cold glint flashed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes. She reached into her bosom, pulled out one or two silver notes, and threw them at Mo Qingcheng.
"It's on point!" Mo Qingcheng exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile as she unfolded the book.
One thousand taels, I've made it...
Half an hour later, Baili Mingyue lay on the hillside, looking utterly wretched. His white robe had instantly turned into a vest, and the two sleeves had been torn into strips of cloth and used to wrap his arms, legs, and waist.
"Brother, do you know how lucky you are? From now on, this little life belongs to me... this young lady." Mo Qingcheng treated the wound while diverting Baili Mingyue's attention.
This guy was too badly injured; he'll die as soon as he falls asleep.
Baili Mingyue's eyelids were heavy, and she was about to fall asleep several times, but was awakened by Mo Qingcheng's needle. The pain made her question the meaning of life.
Mo Qingcheng tied the last bow, clapped her hands, and said, "Hey, brother, take care, farewell!"
"Wait, are you going to leave me here?" Baili Mingyue nearly choked on his own blood.
"What else? Take her home and raise her?" Mo Qingcheng looked Baili Mingyue up and down: "Tsk tsk, I must say, her face is quite tender."
"Pfft!" Baili Mingyue coughed up blood: "Miss, what do you want? I'll try my best to satisfy you..."
"Anything is fine?"
"This young master's word is as good as gold." Bullshit... Baili Mingyue thought to himself. What's the use of making an oath?
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
That's all!
"This young lady is only sixteen years old, and she's missing a husband..."
"no!"
"No!"
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