Thinking of Ling Jingyu, Mo Yunzhao turned her head and saw his face at a glance.
She frowned as she looked at it. "So ugly?"
Why is my face so red and bumpy? It looks like I've put a thick layer of flour on it.
That blotchy red stuff, could it be some cheap rouge that bleeds when it gets wet?
this……
Did he put on powder and rouge?
What kind of strange hobby is this for a grown man?
Soon, the little monkey that had run away returned, still clutching the red fruit in its paws, and tried to shove it into her hand.
The little white rabbit also ran into the grass and picked a blade of green grass for her, stuffing it into her hand.
There was a golden koi in the lake, with a pearl in its mouth, hopping and leaping as if trying to jump onto the shore.
Mo Yunzhao reached out her hand to it, and the koi placed the pearl in her palm.
She reached out and stroked the heads of the small animals one by one, watching them all squint their eyes in comfort.
She smiled and her eyes narrowed. "It's so nice to be able to see."
The monkey's red berries and the rabbit's green grass are both medicinal herbs.
She crushed it and fed it to Ling Jingyu.
Seeing that he was soaking wet and lying on the ground in a very disheveled state, she used her magic to dry him off.
After examining him again, apart from being a little weak, having overused his magic power, being injured by the powerful force just now, and suffering some backlash from the magic power, there were no other problems.
Mo Yunzhao sat cross-legged to the side, resting her chin on her hands and staring at his face where the rouge had been smeared.
My mind is full of questions.
Including those previous issues, and the fact that he also cultivates demonic arts.
As far as she knew from her previous life, no one on the Crimson Sky Continent cultivated demonic arts, and even fewer people knew that it was possible to cultivate demonic arts.
Was he, like her, reborn?
Or was she so busy unifying the world in her past life that she didn't care about anything else?
No, there are people on the Crimson Sky Continent who cultivate demonic arts, at least the person who taught her did.
The person who taught her, the person who taught her...
Mo Yunzhao tried hard to think about who the person who saved her and taught her was.
No matter how hard I tried, my mind remained completely blank.
The more I think about it, the more my head feels like a complete mess.
Ling Jingyu slowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Yunzhao resting her chin on her hands, staring at him with her jewel-like red eyes shining brightly.
The light behind her shattered into a halo.
It was hazy and indistinct, so unreal.
It seems both near and far, like a dream.
"Ah Zhao," he called softly.
Mo Yunzhao snapped out of his daze, blinked, and saw that his eyes were somewhat dazed, filled with pain and reluctance.
Even her low voice lacked its usual gentleness, instead carrying deep affection and longing.
"Without me, who else can protect you, Ah Zhao?"
Mo Yunzhao was taken aback, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if he had heard similar words somewhere before.
"I have to live, live, live."
Ling Jingyu reached out his hand to Mo Yunzhao, his desire to survive incredibly strong.
But when his hand touched Mo Yunzhao's face...
Soft and warm.
"Huh."
He opened his eyes wide and reached out to pinch her chubby cheek. "Really?"
The inexplicable feeling of suffocation that Mo Yunzhao had just experienced vanished without a trace as he spoke.
Ling Jingyu smiled, his peach blossom eyes crinkling, and pinched it again, seemingly unable to put it down. "It's still alive, not a dream."
Snap!
"hiss."
Ling Jingyu painfully withdrew his hand.
Mo Yunzhao glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, "You lecher!"
He was clearly trying to take liberties with her.
Ling Jingyu stared at Mo Yunzhao for a while, grinning mischievously.
"Ah Zhao noticed all of this. I was even thinking of kissing her to see if it was real."
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