Chapter 2. Chapter 2. His eyes were filled with a murky lust. ...
The fresh snow fell into the person's hair, and the shadows cast by the giant tree obscured their face, making it impossible to even discern their gender.
All you could hear was the sound of the wind blowing, and the plants and trees knelt down in reverence.
As she approached, her thin dress clung to her body, and a chill suddenly seeped into her.
But she didn't react. She stopped in front of the man, then squatted down and gently touched his cheek until she felt a faint, slow warmth on her fingertips. Only then did she feel relieved.
The man felt the coolness of her fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he wanted to avoid her but felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare.
Seeing that he was dressed in thin clothes, she thought for a moment, took out a talisman from her collection, and stuck it on his sleeve, which was covered in dust.
As the talisman gradually heated up, the man's tightly furrowed brows began to relax slightly.
Only then did she quietly observe him.
Judging from his clothes, they were no different from those of the cultivators she had seen before. The parts unstained by dust and blood were as white as the snow in the north. However, he was missing a sword. His thin body leaned against a tree, his bones pressing against the slightly protruding trunk, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.
The jade hairpin that bound her hair was broken and held tightly in her hand, while only half of the shattered sword rested beside her leg.
Although the face was contorted in pain, and all that could be seen was a pale, bleak white, even so, she couldn't ignore it.
His handsome face was as white as the surface of water, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, with varying shades of black and white, and his long, fine eyelashes formed a willow leaf shape around his eyes. They were slender and gentle. There were some bloodstains on his straight nose, like a short sword outlined with a red brush.
His dry lips were tightly closed, and the pale vermilion was swallowed into his mouth.
As if sensing someone approaching, the person slowly opened their eyes. They couldn't see clearly yet, paused for two seconds, and then, as if thinking of something, a faint longing appeared in their eyes that they themselves couldn't perceive. Then they closed their eyes again.
But he didn't get the strength to lift him up. Instead, he heard the sound of footsteps fading away. The sound of withered branches and fallen leaves being crushed echoed in his drowsy mind, and then flowed out as a silent deathly intent.
He opened his eyes. He saw her walking into the wind and snow, a short dagger appearing in her hand at some point.
His eyes suddenly dimmed, the warmth of the talismans on his body dissipated, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave again. He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes again because he realized that his body was starting to warm up again, as if something was pressing against him.
Because they were so close, he could clearly smell the blood on her body and see that her hands, trembling with cold, were covered in blood, dripping onto him and making him even dirtier.
But her eyes shone brightly as she held the golden demon core as if it were a priceless treasure.
He closed his eyes again, his mind filled with the image of the demonic beast that had fallen behind him.
Yes, Snow Demon, your inner core can revive the dead and heal bones.
It is worth a fortune.
She looked so thin, and her face was so sickly. She must be very short of money.
Besides, they were just strangers who met by chance, and she had no obligation to save him.
But the next moment, a warm sensation came from his lips, followed by a strong smell of blood. Something was pressing on his tongue, making him almost vomit.
He opened his eyes and saw that she was pinching his chin with one hand and stuffing something into his mouth with all her might with the other.
It was that scalding hot demon core.
She said, "Even though I don't have any affinity with immortals and can't hunt snow demons, I'm lucky that I've read some books, recognize snow demons, and know that this demon core is useful. You're lucky to have met me."
The demon core, cool to the touch, slid into his body. He frowned slightly, a hint of pain creeping into his expression.
Meng Chiwan squatted on the ground and looked at him, tore off a piece of his robe, and then slowly wiped her hands clean.
Only after her hands were clean did she rest her chin on her hand and gently tap her cheek with her fingertips, looking utterly bored.
But there was a clear smile in her eyes.
The beauty seems a little unwell. It's alright, you're still very pretty.
She likes beautiful people.
Then she gently tapped his forehead with her fingertip and said, "I'm thinking of taking you with me, but you're such a hassle."
Then she stood up, turned around, and prepared to leave.
But after taking only a few steps, a tremendous pain surged in her mind, and she was momentarily unsteady on her feet.
She held her head, shook it for a while, and her complexion finally improved.
Then, turning around again, his gaze precisely caught the person's half-closed eyes.
The beauty mark near the man's eyelash seemed to tremble slightly. He seemed to be observing her as well.
One step, two steps. Resigned, she walked back, then reached out her hand to the person on the ground, her tone flat: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
The pain in my mind is slowly fading away.
Meng Chiwan silently condemned the injustice of Heaven once again.
She was different from ordinary people from a young age. She was unable to have any evil thoughts towards anyone or anything. Once she had an evil thought, disaster would immediately befall her and her body would suffer a great backlash.
In other words, even if someone bullies her, she can't do anything to that person; she can only endure it.
Now, because of her physical condition, she cannot stand by and watch someone die, leaving an injured person in a place where monsters and demons could appear at any moment.
"You're lucky to have run into me. But I'm more unlucky than others; my frail body tells me I have to save your life," she said with a hint of helplessness.
She naturally couldn't tolerate this kind of constitution that could be described as saintly, so she had always tried to challenge the heavens.
But the result was obvious: all of them ended in failure. As a result, she suffered countless backlashes over the years, and her health has always been very poor.
However, for some reason, no matter what she did when facing magical beasts, monsters, or demons, she would not suffer any backlash.
Is it because they can't be considered human?
The person on the ground squinted slightly, a weak groan escaping from their lips. Combined with their deathly pale face, they looked like they were half-dead.
Then the snow stopped.
Meng Chiwan carried him on her back, each step sinking into a wave of regret.
They have no right to hate, no right to harbor evil thoughts, and now they even have no right to stand by and watch someone die. Even though they themselves are about to die.
She exhaled a breath of stale air and resignedly walked down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, the person on his back grew weaker and weaker, as if the Snow Demon Pill was eroding his life force.
She couldn't help but wonder if she had misremembered, or if the Snow Demon Pill was actually poisonous, or that it couldn't be eaten directly.
But then she thought, if this person were to die like this, would she still be punished? It shouldn't be considered that she caused it. Perhaps this short time she spent down the mountain was stolen for him.
He remained silent on her back, burning like charcoal against her back; he must have already fainted from a high fever.
When Meng Chiwan stopped to rest midway, she tried to find out if he had anything that could be of use.
As a result, she searched almost his entire body but couldn't find a single storage bag.
That's strange. They came to their final resting place without bringing anything with them.
The initial descent down the mountain was quite smooth; we encountered almost no monsters or demons. However, for some reason, a few rabbits were killed by falling into the trees along the way.
Fortunately, Meng Chiwan was also tired, so she put the person on her back down and leaned him against a tree, then walked over to the rabbit's carcass and examined it carefully.
She was very curious about how such a clumsy little creature could survive in the Garan Mountains.
But the next moment, you can hear the painful groans of people who have been silent for a long time.
That sounded... very strange...
Something else seemed to be shrouded in the sound of panting.
She quickly turned her head to look.
The young man's face was flushed, and he began to tremble.
And in his open eyes was a cloud of murky desire.
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