Qiao Yu ran away.
Wen Jingge is still in the same place.
bright,
It's dazzling.
Cold
This is Wen Jingge's understanding of the world.
The snow here is white and vast, like a snowfield. The cold wind blows across your cheeks like a razor.
Wen Jingge closed her eyes, reached out and scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, rubbed it in her palm, and found that the snow hadn't melted; it looked like salt sand.
Just as she was about to put the snow in her mouth, she suddenly heard the sounds of chanting, bells, striking bells, wooden fish, Taoist priests' shouts, and women's soft laughter drifting in from the wind...
Wen Jingge just sat there, not moving an inch.
Sometimes sound has a life of its own, depending on the creator's mood.
On several occasions, Wen Jingge could still feel the hem of her clothes brushing against her face—cotton, linen, silk, carrying the scents of incense, cosmetics, alcohol, and sourness…
Wen Jingge waited quietly, and her voice waited too, going and returning, returning and going...
If this were a horror novel, it wouldn't be considered a ghost wall, but rather a mental demon!
If she touches you, speaks, or opens her eyes, then she has accepted the challenge, and that should be considered—
How about establishing contact?
Wen Jingge smiled, and as the scent of perfume wafted over again, the handkerchief was patted on her face once more, and the bell rang again, she made her move, and a small, cold foot was touched in her hand.
The owner of the foot stopped, and Wen Jingge followed the bare foot and touched it. If one did not know that she was a woman, this scene would be truly vulgar.
She plucked a bell from the woman's foot. "It sounds nice."
"My lord is joking." The woman nudged her feet into Wen Jingge's arms. "I'm so cold!"
"Come closer and sit in my lap." Wen Jingge thought to herself, this was truly a kind gesture to bring them closer.
The woman was light and lithe, as if boneless. She didn't know how such a big person could shrink into her arms. She was much lighter than the pillow at her old home. Wen Jingge felt like she was hugging a goose feather.
"My lord!" the woman called out to her. "Why do you refuse to look at me? Are you perhaps afraid that I am too ugly?"
"No, you are beautiful! I'm just blind in both eyes and heart." Wen Jingge clutched her chest, speaking with a look of infatuation. "Look at me, everyone in the sect calls me a sickly weakling. How could I be worthy of a beauty like you!"
"Now that you've allowed me to hold you in your arms, you're already overestimating me; how could I possibly have any other thoughts?"
"Perhaps, I am as plain-looking as you, my lord?"
"That's just a possibility. Unfortunately, my eyesight is really bad, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see the girl's true face."
"My lord~" the girl said reproachfully, her face beaming with a charming smile, and breathed into Wen Jingge's ear, "What if I had a way to make my lord open his eyes?"
"Are you still cold?" Wen Jingge asked incoherently.
"It's cold." The girl seemed afraid that Wen Jingge would be angry, so she snuggled closer to Wen Jingge. Wen Jingge gently patted her back. "Your arms are so warm, it's clear you have a kind heart."
I'm not dead! How can my heart not be warm!
While muttering to himself, Wen Jingge smiled and lifted the girl's chin, then slipped his hand inside her outer garment and groped her for a while, making the girl giggle and say several times, "My lord is so naughty."
"Girls don't love bad boys!" Wen Jingge sighed with a guilty conscience, then grabbed the silk from the girl and draped it over herself. She stood up quickly, and the girl was thrown to the ground by her "pity".
Wen Jingge sniffed her frozen nose and exclaimed, "Wow, although it's a bit thin, it's still very warm. So the reason your back isn't cold is because of this outer garment!"
"My lord~" the girl smiled through gritted teeth, her tone becoming even more coquettish. She couldn't argue with a blind man who couldn't see her beauty: "My lord, why is this happening! In this freezing weather, I~"
"Are you cold?" Wen Jingge asked her again.
The girl shivered; if she took her clothes off any further, she would really freeze to death.
“I’m cold.” Wen Jingge continued shamelessly, showering her with praise: “The girl’s legs are not legs, but the spring water of the Seine; the girl’s back is not a back, but a Bulgarian rose; the girl’s waist is not a waist, but a deadly knife; the girl’s mouth is not a mouth, but the clear water under the Anhe Bridge.”
The girl smiled to herself, thinking that this fool had finally taken the bait.
However, what she never expected was that Wen Jingge was deep in thought. Since the "non-existence" still couldn't be summoned, she could think to her heart's content.
Her purplish-blue demonic energy and the fiery purple light emanating from her Gouchen sword when in use suggest that Gouchen might indeed be a demonic blade.
Is it possible that the sword placed in the Holy Light Rift Serpent is the same?
Using a demonic sword to kill demons is a pretty good concept.
"My lord! Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed! My lord, I... I'm nowhere near as good as you!"
No female in this world dislikes hearing people praise her beauty. Whether it's a human, a demon, a monster, or a god, no matter what they say, they can't escape the fact that it smells so good.
The girl in front of her was even more convinced; she felt that her prey had finally taken the bait.
“No, you’re not as amazing as I say.” Wen Jingge said almost with certainty. “Every smile, every gesture, every movement of yours is exactly what I like. Miss, I’m afraid I’ll be presumptuous.”
"Okay, okay!" The girl felt she wasn't being reserved enough, and continued to giggle, covering her mouth. "I'm just so happy to have met such a sensible gentleman. Let me help you heal your eyes!"
"No need for you to worry about my eyes, young lady. I'm more than satisfied with just smelling your beauty," Wen Jingge said with a cool smile. "I wonder if you've seen my junior brother?"
"Junior brother?" The girl frowned. When they came out, there was only Wen Jingge as prey in this snowy plain. Could it be that there was another one who had been caught?
Never mind, let's deal with this first, then we can go and cause trouble for that one.
She replied casually, "No rush, sir, let's go back together first, and then we can search slowly, shall we?"
Wen Jingge was momentarily lost in thought. The girl thought she was grieving and took Wen Jingge's hand to comfort her, but then she heard her suddenly ask, "How long have you been dead?"
girl:……
"You need someone to bury it, right?"
girl:……
Are you the devil?
girl:……
Are you all demons?
girl:……
"Fine!" Wen Jingge flicked her long sleeves and touched the clothes she had snatched. "Going back, huh?"
"Yes, this humble servant." The girl wasn't sure if she had seen through her, and she was still going to put on an act.
"You're late. If you had come earlier, you would have seen me open my eyes." She looked up at the sky as if in deep thought. "Now, let me take you home!"
"My lord truly loves me." The girl wrapped her arms around Wen Jingge, letting out a sigh. Her fingers were already touching Wen Jingge's heart; with just a little more force, Wen Jingge would die the instant she saw her. But instead, she heard the person she was holding speak:
"Sword, come!"
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