Life is worse than death?
Gingerbread's face darkened. "Your Majesty, are you joking?"
“I never joke.” The two silver snakes wrapped around the Witch’s staff lazily glanced at Gingerbread. “We need to make some preparations in the next few days. The Ten Thousand Gu Cave will be opened in five days. Let Az arrange for you to stay first.”
Gingerbread's eyes were still full of worry.
Qiu Wu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will prepare the best herbs to help your junior brother recover as soon as possible."
"Hmm." Gingerbread then turned to look at Fen Jue.
Seeing that the guy remained silent, as if it was someone else suffering a fate worse than death, not him.
As expected of a big shot.
He's practically had all his blood replaced, yet he can still stand here calmly and without saying a word.
We left the Witch King's Palace.
The messenger, known as Az, led the way.
“Miss Jiang, there’s a treehouse behind the Witch Emperor’s Palace. You and Fellow Daoist Fen Ye can stay there,” Azi introduced with a smile, occasionally touching the scorpion that emerged from his sleeve with his right hand.
"OK."
Gingerbread looked around.
A group of young boys and girls appeared under the giant tree not far away.
They mostly wore short jackets and shorts, with many silver ornaments jingling around their necks and cuffs. Their faces were full of energetic smiles, and they carried bamboo baskets woven from thin vines in their hands.
The most eye-catching young couple in the middle seemed to sense her scrutiny.
He looked up and glanced over.
Gingerbread curved its lips and nodded as a greeting.
Fen Jue stood coldly beside her, his eyes lazily lowered, his gaze seemingly fixed on nowhere.
Following the gaze of the young couple, others also noticed Gingerbread and Burning Night.
They began to whisper and murmur among themselves.
The distance is getting closer and closer.
The girl surrounded by people jogged over, her red lips curving into a bright smile.
"Az, where are these guests from?"
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Fen Jue without restraint, yet her frankness made it impossible for anyone to dislike her.
Gingerbread felt a slight discomfort rising in her heart.
Just a tiny bit.
It's about the size of a fingernail!
Az smiled and introduced, "The guests of the Sword Sect in the Eight Desolate Continent are all the beloved disciples of Immortal Lord Qingxue. This is Jiang Bingbing, you can just call her Miss Jiang."
At this point, he deliberately paused, not mentioning the burning of the entire body.
He saw the girls in the crowd getting anxious.
He then smiled and said, "This man is named Fen Ye, and he is Miss Jiang's junior brother."
“Fen Ye…” the girl from southern Xinjiang repeated it twice, her eyes immediately filling with laughter. “Hello Fen Ye, my name is A Yi, which means moon!”
"I wanted to meet you!"
She reached out her hand, trying to befriend Fen Jue.
"Oh my god, Ai has completely forgotten about our Ali now that she's met some handsome young man from the Central Plains!!"
A group of young people were yelling and shouting behind them.
There was no reaction from the burning.
A mocking voice came from the crowd: "Don't be ungrateful, you Central Plains people! Ayi is the most beautiful girl in our Southern Xinjiang. She usually looks down on everyone!"
After hearing this, Ayi laughed and nudged the person with her elbow, leaving his fair hand frozen in mid-air.
He waited stubbornly for Fen Jue to shake his hand.
Gingerbread suppressed her discomfort and watched the commotion with her arms crossed.
Fen Jue's face remained expressionless. His narrow eyes glanced at the hand, and he said calmly, "My name is Fen Ye."
As he spoke, he picked up his spirit sword, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and performed a simple swordsman's salute.
"I don't like making friends, sorry."
His voice was cold, giving off an impression that strangers should stay away.
A moment of embarrassment flashed across Ai's face, but she quickly changed her mood and said happily, "It's okay. I've heard that sword cultivators are often aloof and eccentric. I was just too anxious."
The young man next to her frowned.
The people behind him shoved and jostled: "Aili, Ayi's heart is broken, why don't you hurry up and help her?"
The boy named Aili looked coldly at Fen Jue and said, "Are you sword cultivators so clueless about romance? The girls are expressing goodwill, and you're making them lose face?"
“.....”
With a disdainful look, Fen Jue glanced sideways at Ai Li.
"Who are you."
These three short words are extremely damaging.
Eric blushed from his neck to his forehead and roared, "My name is Eric, and I am Ai's admirer!"
"She is the moon over our southern border region. If you bully her, you are going against us."
"Burning Night, right? You're a real man, fight me."
Wonderful.
Gingerbread really wanted to rush up and say, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! If you want to fight, go to the dance hall!"
Fenjue caught a glimpse of her gloating over the misfortune.
I'm feeling annoyed.
He turned his head and called out gently, "Senior Sister."
"what?"
She's really engrossed in the play.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Fen Jue's deep eyes. "Tell me, should I fight him?"
The people from southern Xinjiang all turned to look at the gingerbread.
Good boy.
So the war has spread to her area?
You were just saying you were well-behaved and cute after losing your memory, but it didn't take long for you to show your true colors.
Gingerbread clenched her fist and waved at him, then turned to look at Eric with a shimmering smile in her eyes.
"Go ahead and fight. Before we do, I want to say something. Miss Ayi is lively and lovely, the moon in the hearts of you Southern Xinjiang people, but we sword cultivators only have swords in our hearts. Making friends is a two-way street. It is true that my junior brother is aloof and doesn't like making friends, but it's not directed at you."
She does enjoy watching plays, that's good.
Fen Jue is her junior brother, and it's only natural for a senior sister to protect her junior brother when they're out and about.
Fen Jue lowered his head slightly, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Gingerbread's words left the other side speechless.
Just because a flower is admired by people in southern Xinjiang doesn't mean that people in the Central Plains must also admire it.
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