Chapter 408 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Fooled Cultivator 11
"Get out of the way!" Little Fruit kicked him.
I'll kick you to death.
She kicked it hard.
Golden light flashed, and the hand that held her instantly burned, yet it still stubbornly refused to let go.
Soon, the bones gradually turned black, then turned into white smoke and dissipated little by little.
Little Fruit glanced outside warily.
That weirdo wants to catch her? Dream on! She's not someone to be trifled with.
Little Fruit waited for a while, not daring to let her guard down for the time being.
She secretly tried to summon the disciples of the Lingyun Sect, but her spell was interrupted.
A gust of cold wind lifted the curtain.
Before them stood a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in a dark-patterned black robe. He was tall but rather thin. His dark eyes beneath his brows gleamed with a cold light, and he exuded an aura of demonic power that made him appear extremely unsettling.
"What do you want to do? I'm telling you, you'd better get out of here right now. If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll have them kill you!" Little Fruit was already a little scared, but she still fiercely threatened him, unwilling to back down in terms of momentum.
The man remained silent, simply staring at her.
The little fruit secretly moved back a little.
Her eyes were wide open, and although she appeared calm, her uneasy gaze betrayed her.
"What are you?" The man not only didn't answer her question, but instead asked her this question.
His voice was unusually hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a very long time.
It sounds cold and impersonal.
He was originally a skeleton demon who had cultivated in the desolate mountains for a hundred years, detached from worldly affairs. Now that a great calamity was approaching, he did not want to perish. Hearing that the abbot of Lingyin Temple had recently been staying at Lingyun Sect, he rushed over, hoping to seek a way to save himself.
However, a demon like him naturally couldn't escape the sect's protective formation, so he had no choice but to wait here.
The fruit exudes an incredibly tempting aroma and is brimming with spiritual energy, making it a highly nourishing food at first glance, especially irresistible to demons.
He was drawn here by the smell without being able to control himself.
Little Fruit glared at him unhappily, "What's it to you? Get lost!"
The man frowned. "I can't hurt you."
He extended his right hand.
Unlike the other intact parts, the hand that had grabbed her earlier was burned beyond recognition, a bloody mess.
The wound even extended deep into the bone.
"These bones are my true form. I only touched you once and you're injured like this... I can't beat you." He endured the burning pain.
Little Fruit blinked.
The man was silent for a moment, then said, "If you are going up the mountain, please tell the abbot of Lingyin Temple that someone is waiting for him at the foot of the mountain."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Little Guozi paused for a moment, hesitated for a second, and then called out to him again.
"etc."
"Hmph—" she snorted a few times, her expression arrogant, and then cast a spell to prick her fingertip.
A bead of blood suddenly appeared at the fingertip.
As he chanted the runes, blood fell onto the withered bones of his right hand. In an instant, the bones were restored, and new flesh even grew on his hand.
Little Fruit tilted its head back and said, "You're not a bad person, and I didn't want to hurt you. Now that you're better, go on your way."
The man remained motionless, staring intently at the hand.
At this moment, he was already astonished, completely overwhelmed by the incredible surprise before him.
He could sense that this was not the flesh and blood he had conjured with his spiritual power in the past, but real, living flesh and blood that truly belonged to him.
If possible, perhaps he can use this hand to give his whole body a new lease on life in the future!
"I..." The man froze, still somewhat taken aback, "Thank you..."
"Hurry up." Little Fruit ignored him and closed the carriage curtain.
Several Lingyun Sect disciples were walking towards them from a short distance away. Upon seeing this, the man quickly made a spell to leave.
Inside the carriage.
Little Fruit looked at the wound on her hand, where another small bead of blood oozed out.
I accidentally used too much force and it went too deep.
She had no choice but to suck on it herself for a couple of times.
These are minor injuries; she can lick them herself and they'll heal on their own. It's nothing serious.
Not long after, Meng Qizhou returned, carrying a fragrant roasted chicken.
It turns out he went out to prepare food for her!
Little Fruit was overjoyed and immediately pounced on it.
She had originally wanted to settle scores with him, since he hadn't been watching her properly and had almost let her get kidnapped. However, for the sake of the roast chicken, she decided to forgive him.
The little fruit moved quickly, jumping up and reaching out to grab it.
Just as Meng Qizhou was talking with his head down, her chubby hand was shoved directly into his mouth.
He then remembered that when Xiao Guozi went out to play, she always came back covered in dirt.
Needless to say, he'd washed those chubby hands countless times these past few days. Each finger had to be gently rubbed clean every time. And when he washed her, she wouldn't cooperate, always being uncooperative.
This is really going too far! They actually dared to shove their dirty paws into his mouth!
They need to be taught a lesson!
Meng Qizhou placed the roasted chicken aside.
Little Guozi didn't notice anything wrong; she was only focused on eating something delicious and was lying there grabbing a chicken leg when she suddenly felt a hard slap on her back.
"You hit me?" Little Fruit asked incredulously. "You hit me!"
Meng Qizhou originally wanted to teach her a lesson, but seeing the little girl holding the chicken leg with a wronged and angry look on her face, he suddenly didn't want to do it.
He grabbed her hand, snatched the chicken leg from her, and said, "Your hands are all dirty, and you're still trying to get food. Wash them clean before you eat, or your stomach will hurt again."
"I won't—" Little Fruit started to throw a tantrum.
"There's no room for discussion on this."
"I want to eat it now..." Little Fruit blinked, pretending to cry again.
Meng Qizhou will never be fooled again, because he has already been fooled 180 times.
This time he absolutely will not believe it!
The little fruit smacked its lips, as if it wanted to say something, but then its eyes darted around, and it had a better idea in mind.
"Pfft—" She suddenly spat out a mouthful of "blood".
Meng Qizhou was about to pour himself some tea when he saw this scene, and his hand trembled violently.
The tea spilled all over him.
But he didn't have time to care about any of that; his eyes widened in surprise, as if they were about to pop out.
“You…” He couldn’t speak for a moment.
Little Fruit then lay down on the ground and started rolling around.
The carriage was lined with thick, soft blankets so she could sleep anytime, which made things convenient for her.
She covered her mouth with her two chubby little hands, crying with a resentful look on her face, "Waaah...you're going to beat me to death..."
Meng Qizhou almost knelt down on the spot.
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