Chapter 3 It seems like something is beneath the skin...
Meng Chiwan almost instinctively sensed that something was wrong, just like when she saw the demon girl's bloodshot eyes earlier.
An unnatural flush spread across the young man's porcelain-white face, and he uncontrollably moistened his lips, turning them a deep crimson.
Meng Chiwan moved closer to him and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the demon core?"
She reached out to touch his forehead, but the moment her fingertips touched it, she saw his body tremble even more violently.
He grabbed her hand haphazardly, trying to stop her from moving.
Her lips were pressed into his mouth, yet the moans continued.
Meng Chiwan took one of his hands and squeezed it reassuringly, then placed her other hand on his forehead.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and then he tilted his head back, and her hand, which had been on his forehead, naturally moved to his cheek.
Scalding hot.
Scorching hot.
It felt like something was churning beneath the skin.
He looked at her, panting, his eyes slowly reddening, large swaths of cloudiness filling his vision.
Meng Chiwan felt the warmth in her hand, then withdrew her hand and reached out to touch the area under his eyes, only to feel a dampness.
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes slightly and sighed with pursed lips.
Could there really be something wrong with that demon core?
He looks like he's been drugged.
This is really abnormal.
The only thing we can do now is to carry him down the mountain and into the clinic as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Meng Chiwan pulled her hand away and patted his face: "Bear with it a little longer. If it really doesn't work, I can knock you out. You choose one?"
Not knowing if he could hear her in this state, she leaned closer to his ear and repeated herself a little louder.
But he was still moaning uncomfortably.
She reached out to pat his face a couple more times to wake him up, but her wrist was grabbed.
"It hurts..." She could hear his weak voice, his breathing extremely unsteady.
Meng Chiwan listened intently for a long time, only to hear this sentence. She immediately reached out and tried to knock him unconscious.
But when she met his burning eyes, she finally sighed, then resignedly turned around and carried him on her back.
It was a bit heavy, but fortunately she always did heavy work at home, so it wasn't too heavy for her to carry.
But he was so hot, like a piece of charcoal burning her from behind, especially when his panting brushed against her neck, she almost lost her balance and couldn't walk.
The road down the mountain was still quite long, but fortunately the weather was pretty good, so it wasn't too much of a problem.
She kept telling herself to go down the mountain, and that she could also enjoy the flowers and plants along the way.
It's already pretty good; at least we didn't encounter anything bad.
That's what she was thinking.
The rainstorm arrived unexpectedly.
Meng Chiwan trudged through the mud with every step, utterly speechless.
Good news: She brought an umbrella before going up the mountain.
Bad news: The umbrella is in the herb basket.
Even worse news: the herb basket was lost.
Oh right, there's also a helpless child behind her. But she can't abandon him.
She may have had no choice but to save him at first, but now that she has saved him, she will not abandon him.
Having given him hope for life, she didn't want to plunge him into despair again, to experience that drastic reversal of fortune. She didn't want to inflict that on anyone else.
The rain had been falling for a long time and showed no signs of letting up. She was soaked to the bone, her steps grew heavier and heavier, and she desperately needed to find a place to take shelter.
After walking for a long time, they still couldn't find any place to take shelter from the rain.
Her vision began to blur. Then she heard a soft cough from behind her.
Looking up again, I was surprised to find a stone cave not far away.
She was puzzled. Had this cave ever existed before? She seemed to have never seen it before...
But her current situation didn't allow her to think any further.
She first placed the person behind her against the side, and then walked towards the cave herself.
She stood cautiously at the cave entrance, checking for any danger inside. Then she realized the cave was very shallow, and she could see right through it. It was empty inside, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned around and carried him into the cave.
There were some dry branches inside the small cave.
She lit a fire, glanced at the young man who was still running a fever with his eyes closed, and seeing that he kept his eyes closed, she took off her outer robe and hung it on a tree branch to dry.
Then she sat on a rock, propped her chin up, and admired the young man's extremely handsome face, the firelight flickering on his cheeks.
The rain pattered softly, the firewood crackled, and the young man's groans faded into silence.
I don't know how much time passed, but I could hear the rain gradually subsiding, and the dampness filled the air, mixed with a faint fishy smell of grass.
Then she walked towards the young man and gently placed her hand on his forehead.
Touching a patch of still-hot flesh, she sighed, silently dressed, then extinguished the fire, carried the young man on her back, and set off down the mountain again.
He was burning up.
I'm afraid it won't be long before it's delayed.
In the silent forest, only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard, and the leaves fell on her one by one.
Fortunately, it wasn't dark yet, and the road wasn't difficult to walk on.
She walked steadily, step by step.
Just when she thought her journey would be smooth sailing, the familiar wind and snow swept over her in this season when green leaves still hung high on the branches.
She stopped in her tracks. As the blinding snow cleared, a pair of large, cold pupils shone with a pale blue light in the swirling snow. A chilling killing intent suddenly enveloped her, and a coldness crept up from the ground to her feet and then covered her entire body, rendering her unable to move for a moment.
It is a snow demon.
Its robust body was unmarked, and its snow-white fur was spotless. The only incongruity was the dried bloodstains on its forehooves, as if it had been stained while desperately trying to cover someone's wound.
"Awoo!"
The snow demon let out a deep cry, which illuminated the entire mountain forest.
In an instant, the image of the snow demon from which she had previously extracted the demon core flashed through her mind.
The book says that snow demons usually appear in pairs, and the one in front of us should be its partner.
It must have found its way here by following the scent of the demon core.
Meng Chiwan pursed her lips, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
She closed her eyes.
Perhaps today is her death day. She was, after all, just an ordinary person. And before her stood a high-level demonic beast.
Although she felt extremely helpless and dejected, she still put down the person behind her, quickly grabbed a handful of talismans from her sleeve, and assumed a fighting stance.
The person behind her was breathing heavily, and in this tense and stagnant atmosphere, it sounded somewhat jarring, like a drumbeat beating in her heart.
She could clearly feel that as she set him down against the tree, that gaze shifted to him. It seemed that it had been aimed at him from the very beginning.
The book says that snow fairies can understand some simple words. But it's obvious that nothing she says now will make a difference, since her hands are still stained with the blood of another snow fairy.
The snow demon's chill emanated from the ground, and several enormous icicles emerged from the earth, piercing her hem after she dodged them.
Before she could react, she quickly threw out a protective talisman to shield the person on the ground, and then used the talisman to conjure a longbow.
This time, it transformed into a crimson longbow, with a blazing fire burning on the bowstring. When the arrow flew out, it melted the frost on the ground and cleared a muddy path.
But the snow beast merely glanced at her, and an ice wall appeared before her, halting the arrow's advance outside the ice wall.
The ground trembled, and ice spikes began to spread, encroaching on the entire ground. She retreated step by step, unable to find a way out.
She gritted her teeth and shot out arrows, throwing talismans at the snow demon as if they were free.
But no matter what they did, the talismans couldn't break through the newly formed ice wall.
The snow demon walked step by step toward the young man sitting on the ground. Its target seemed to have been only him from beginning to end.
The frost on the ground deepened layer by layer, as if someone's paintbrush was repeatedly smearing paint on the ground.
The snow demon's pale blue pupils shone with an increasingly eerie light, and at first glance, they even seemed to possess a divine quality.
It gazed at the youth's pale face, then looked towards his dantian. Undoubtedly, there was a familiar demon core surging within.
Then an ice spike suddenly pierced through the barrier created by the talisman and plunged into the young man's shoulder!
He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
Seeing this, Meng Chiwan gritted her teeth, suppressing the bloody taste rising in her throat from excessive physical exertion, and threw out the last talisman.
At that moment, the snow demon's foot was resting on the young man's chest, just about to step on him.
Amidst the dazzling lights, she wiped the blood from her lips and looked up to meet the fleeting flash of lightning.
Instead of avoiding her, she charged towards the snow demon with the courage of a do-or-die spirit and the determination to live or die.
A note from the author:
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