Chapter 31 Please Live Well "Xiaozhu? Xiaozhu?...
"Xiaozhu? Xiaozhu?"
Gu Xiaozhu woke up groggily and saw Jiang Zhihe's worried face.
Jiang Zhihe: "Are you alright?"
"...What?" She had just woken up and her mind was still a little foggy.
Moreover, she always felt a weariness and drowsiness coming from the depths of her soul, which kept pulling at her, making her unconsciously want to close her eyelids and fall into a deep sleep.
Ouch—is this his old problem acting up again?
She was thinking in a somewhat confused state.
She shook her head, trying to suppress the drowsiness, and barely managed to answer, "It's nothing, I guess... it's just an old problem acting up again, it'll be fine in a bit."
As he spoke, he even managed a smile.
Jiang Zhihe looked at the girl in front of him, who looked tired but was trying her best to smile. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out his hand to her.
[Host, are you alright? Are you very sleepy? If you are really sleepy, then go back to sleep for a while.] The system also spoke up with concern at this moment.
"It's alright. I can't let everyone else's schedule be delayed because of me, can I?" Gu Xiaozhu replied in her heart.
Gu Xiaozhu grabbed his hand and stood up with his help. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. As soon as she stepped out of the tent, she saw a familiar figure, but one that shouldn't be there.
His previously drowsy mind cleared up a bit in an instant, and even his eyes widened slightly.
Jiang Zhihe smiled and introduced her: "This is Teng Shao. Brother Teng is a rogue cultivator I met last night. He is very powerful and also very kind-hearted, willing to travel with me and lend me a hand!"
Gu Xiaozhu's expression grew increasingly strange as she listened.
Is this really about Teng Shao?
Teng Shao stood to the side, and after Jiang Zhihe rambled on for so long, apart from a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his expression remained completely unchanged!
Gu Xiaozhu: ...awesome
And so, the group set off again.
The journey was as smooth as ever. Heading to the heart of the secret realm felt like a leisurely outing. We could stop and admire the scenery along the way, which was quite pleasant.
However, Gu Xiaozhu's condition was not so good.
At first, she was able to keep up with the others, but soon, the persistent drowsiness surged up again and kept pulling at her consciousness.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and everything around me seemed to be fading away. Even the voices of other people seemed to be blocked by a dome, appearing to come and go...
Consciousness gradually faded, the body slowly lost its support, and then a violent feeling of weightlessness swept over the whole body!
She woke up with a start, but it was too late to control her body as it leaned forward.
At the critical moment, a strong forearm wrapped around her waist, stopping her from falling to the ground.
But once she realized she was safe, the drowsiness started to surge up again, and she could only barely suppress it until Jiang Zhihe helped her up, preventing herself from falling asleep immediately.
Her body gradually began to feel weak again, and she even felt a little powerless. Jiang Zhihe had to support her to keep her upright.
"You...are alright..."
The boy's voice was somewhat muffled, and she couldn't hear it clearly.
She lifted her eyelids, wanting to see what he was saying, but the bright red in her vision became increasingly blurry until it disappeared completely, and her consciousness fell silent.
… …
The familiar sky, the familiar streets, the familiar... scene.
Gu Xiaozhu looked down at her empty hands and the familiar modern clothes she was wearing, and she was stunned for a moment.
She seemed to have seen this scene before, in a dream... or in reality?
Suddenly, my eyes were covered by two hands, and familiar voices rang in my ears:
Guess who I am?
Gu Xiaozhu fell silent this time. She didn't say anything, just remained silent, letting the darkness cover her vision.
The atmosphere remained tense for a long time, so long that the hands became stiff and wanted to move away.
"I have no idea……"
Gu Xiaozhu spoke at this moment.
She reached out and gently moved those hands away, then turned around and stared directly at the person in front of her.
The boy was wearing a woolen coat and a scarf around his neck, but his face was blurred out, and she couldn't see it clearly no matter what she did.
An unnamed pain surged into her heart, as if her heart were being clenched, and her throat felt sore, making it hard for her to breathe.
She gripped the arms of the person in front of her tightly, the sleeves of her coat twisted into creases, and sorrow welled up uncontrollably like a flood.
"I have no idea……"
She spoke again, her voice hoarse.
She looked up, leaning closer to the person in front of her, as if trying her best to see his face clearly. A cool touch slid down her cheeks.
She should know.
She should remember.
She shouldn't forget.
But she couldn't help forgetting him.
"I don't remember... I'm sorry... I don't remember..."
Tears fell in large drops, landing on the ground, blurring the murky blood.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and just as she was about to look up, she was stopped by a gentle yet firm force.
Don't look.
The voice drifted into my ears lightly, yet it carried a tenderness and helplessness that was almost overwhelming.
Gu Xiaozhu didn't look up. She stared at the ground, at the blood flowing continuously down her feet.
Unlike the previous warmth, this was a bone-chilling cold.
"It's okay if you don't remember." The boy's voice was soft, but it clearly reached her ears. "It's okay if you don't remember. You just need to promise me that you will live a good life."
Her eyes stung again, tears almost blurring her vision: "I will... I will live well..."
"You're lying," the boy suddenly said.
Gu Xiaozhu was taken aback, and then she heard the boy chuckle.
"But I know that you were just carrying too much on your shoulders, so in the end, that moment of vulnerability completely crushed you."
"But it's okay, I won't let that happen again."
The blood on the ground disappeared, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
The spring breeze caresses the earth, rippling the sea of flowers, and petals flutter in the azure sky, like a warm and dreamy rain.
She felt the boy gently lift her cheeks, his warm forehead resting against her brow.
"This time, I will accompany you to the end of the story and into a future full of hope."
Her eyes gradually widened. She saw the boy's red clothes, his flowing long hair, and that familiar smiling face.
"You are Jiang..."
The scene before my eyes began to fade away, and I couldn't utter the last few words.
… …
Hearing a cacophony of sounds around her, Gu Xiaozhu stirred and then slowly opened her eyes.
She seemed to have just had a dream, but she couldn't remember anything from it.
"Xiaozhu, you're awake?"
The boy's voice was very close, and she then realized that she was being carried on Jiang Zhihe's back.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, his warm body temperature seeping into her skin through her clothes.
She glanced around and realized that of their group of more than ten people, only Ling Qiu, Teng Shao, Jiang Zhihe, and she remained. The others were gone, replaced by small groups of unfamiliar cultivators not far away.
“Xiaozhu, you’ve been sleeping for two days now. We’ve reached the center of the secret realm.” Jiang Zhihe explained. “Oh, by the way, to make things easier and to get there faster, we’ve stopped traveling with the other disciples.”
"Um...can you put me down now?" Gu Xiaozhu asked softly.
Jiang Zhihe naturally agreed. He carefully put the girl down from his back, flipped his wrist, and took out another fruit: "You've been sleeping for so long, are you hungry? Want some fruit?"
"No need, I'm not hungry yet," Gu Xiaozhu replied, but with a hint of doubt on her face.
Yes, she slept for two days, so why hasn't she felt hungry yet?
[Host, Jiang Zhihe was worried you'd be hungry while you were asleep, so he fed you a Bigu Pill. One pill lasts for seven days.]
Gu Xiaozhu: No wonder...
No, if he was the one who fed her, wouldn't he know the effects and duration of the fasting pill? Why would he ask her if she was hungry?
As if knowing what she was thinking, the system spoke again: [Host, have you ever heard this saying...]
"What?"
There's a kind of coldness called "your mother thinks you're cold."
Gu Xiaozhu: "..."
Although this analogy isn't quite perfect, the meaning is roughly the same.
She decided to ignore the problem and looked around again: "Since this is the center of the secret realm, then these people..."
“That’s right, these people are here to compete for the secret treasure, just like us.” Ling Qiu chimed in from the side.
“However, it seems we’ve arrived too early. The entrance to the cave where the treasure is located hasn’t opened yet, so we’ll have to rest and wait here for now,” Jiang Zhihe said.
Gu Xiaozhu nodded, and then followed Jiang Zhihe and the others toward the camp.
As they drew closer, a faint fragrance of flowers filled the air, while the noise from within the camp became increasingly noticeable.
"As a healer, healing the sick and saving lives is your duty. Why won't you save my junior brother?"
"But...but your junior brother almost killed me before..."
"So what! You're perfectly fine, aren't you? Besides, are you just going to stand by and watch my junior brother die in front of you?!"
"I...I..."
It was a monk in a brown uniform confronting a healer in white robes.
The cultivator was impatient. Seeing the healer in front of him stammering and unable to speak, he reached out to grab her!
"Smack!"
Before his hand could even touch the female healer in front of him, he was struck hard by a soft sword that swept horizontally!
The back of his hand immediately turned red, and a cut was even made on his skin due to the sharpness of the sword blade.
His face immediately darkened, and he turned to the side, his expression filled with anger: "Who dares to be so bold?!"
"It's me!"
Ling Qiu strode forward, holding the soft sword, her beautiful face filled with arrogance.
The cultivator sneered, "Dressed so flamboyantly, like a peacock, do you want to follow someone around showing off your feathers every day?"
Ling Qiu's smile gradually turned dangerous. His wrist trembled slightly, and the tough blade of his sword faintly hummed: "You'd better watch your mouth. To be honest, I don't want to slap your filthy face with my Snowfall Sword."
Snowflakes is also the name of Ling Qiu's soft sword.
The man didn't shut up. Seeing that Ling Qiu wasn't making any move and was just talking, he became even more agitated: "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was lifted up by a tremendous force, tumbled several times in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground not far away.
Half of the man's face was visibly swollen.
Ling Qiu was a little confused.
He hasn't done anything yet!
Just then, footsteps approached from afar, and a clear, ethereal voice came from not far away:
"Just slap me if you want, stop with the nonsense."
A woman in white walked gracefully towards them, her fair face expressionless, her eyes as cold as ice.
It is Wu Jiangxue.
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