Chapter 42 Chaoyun Kingdom - Chaos Pearl (Part 6) Why are you blushing? ...
Yin Chi live on the resentment of those who died unjustly. Those on the edge of the seal are all cultivators who were killed by demons and died with their eyes open in anger. But this is the capital of Chaoyun, not a mass grave. Where would so many dead people's resentment come from to nourish them?
Even if more sea monsters were killed, the butchers in the capital didn't just kill sea monsters; they also killed pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks. If everyone could become a Yin Chi, this entire continent would probably have already fallen.
As he frowned in thought, several clusters of starlight-laden spiritual waves combined to form a pillar of heaven that surged toward the location of the Yin demon. The ground instantly became as bright as day, and the dazzling light made it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Someone shouted, "The Imperial Advisor is here!" and the crowd suddenly went from chaotic commotion to frenzy. The ecstatic faces made Shi Xianxue feel as if she had arrived at a fan meeting of a top idol.
Suddenly, she was bumped on the shoulder, and she swayed and fell forward as if she were losing her balance. Fortunately, someone grabbed her, pulled her into a tight embrace, and carried her away.
Three seconds later, Shi Xianxue shifted uncomfortably, only to find that the person behind her was pressing even harder against her waist. The dense treetops obscured most of their bodies, and Wu Xiutang's low warning came from above: "Don't move."
Shi Xianxue obediently stopped, and asked in confusion, "Why do we need to hide?"
Suddenly, the air became quiet, and the sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the ground became clearly audible. Crimson tassels and pearl ornaments swayed gracefully as the gilded bells jingled. Several blue phoenixes perched on the carriage crossbar, their translucent nictitating membranes fluttering as they watched the surrounding crowd.
The ribbons on the jade carriage floated in mid-air as the man's spiritual energy dissipated, and Shi Xianxue could only see the man's blurry profile.
At the same time, the boy leaned down, his hot breath spraying onto her cheeks, his clothes fragrant, and his hands on her waist held her tightly as if pressing her body into his bones.
They had several brief, fleeting hugs.
She's usually the one who initiates the hug, but he's like a lifeless wooden post, annoyed by her approach and refusing to respond. He's hugged her when he comes to her rescue in dangerous situations, but most of the time he tries to avoid too much physical contact, only symbolically putting his arm around her to keep her from falling.
This is certainly not the proper etiquette of a gentleman.
Wu Xiutang simply disliked her.
However, this time was clearly different.
Even though there was still a large gap behind them, and the tree trunk was thick enough for two people to stand on, he unusually held her tightly in his arms, his long arms around her waist, just like she had done in a lewd manner earlier. Her thin back pressed tightly against his strong chest, and a hot heat continuously flowed from the point where the two were touching.
Through the gossamer-thin fabric, Shi Xianxue could clearly feel the contours of his body. Each breath he took pounded against her eardrums, causing her breathing to become disordered and her heart to beat faster.
Just when she thought she was going to get no answer.
The boy's cool voice came close to his fragile ear.
"Because I smelled a foul odor."
The girl in his arms remained silent for a long time. Wu Xiutang noticed that the body in his arms seemed to be trembling slightly. He sensed the direction from which the wind was coming, and the hand around her waist held the soft body in his arms even tighter, turning to block the cold river wind.
Wu Xiutang didn't notice anything amiss. Looking down, he saw that the girl's fair skin looked as if it were covered with pomegranate petals, and her snow-white earlobes resembled crushed pomegranate juice. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look exquisite and lovely.
A rare look of confusion finally surfaced in his otherwise dull eyes.
Why are you blushing?
Her facial expression changed drastically, as if she had been thrown into a boiling pot, her skin burning red, and wisps of white steam seemingly rising from the hair on her head.
It's hard for Wu Xiutang not to notice.
He suspiciously pinched her bright red, almost bleeding earlobe. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Why didn't he feel anything?
A surge of intense emotions welled up in her heart and flowed into her bloodstream. With each touch, her heartbeat was like a muffled thunderclap in the dark night, making it difficult for Shi Xianxue to breathe.
It's strange, even though she kissed him passionately in the lantern tree, a deep kiss that made her blush and her heart race, it didn't make her feel this way.
But tonight, just being hugged from behind by him made her heart race shamefully.
Does this mean that the love potion is having an increasingly profound effect on her?
This is really not a good sign.
Beneath her feet was a bustling crowd. Shi Xianxue's tongue was dry, and her throat was parched. As if possessed, she said, "I feel very comfortable."
As soon as she said it, she felt there was something ambiguous in her words. Her earlobe, which was being pinched, felt like it had been electrocuted, and the skin it touched felt tingly and numb.
She fidgeted and turned her eyes, feeling like she was about to burst into flames.
Wu Xiutang released his hand thoughtfully.
The demons fled with howls, and eight celestial children with double buns, dressed in flowing silver skirts and holding lotus lanterns, landed on the jade carriage. Their spiritual power passed through the crowd and struck the routed demon horde.
The man on the jade carriage had an indifferent expression and a straight line at the corner of his lips, showing no reaction to the fanatical believers below.
Suddenly, without warning, he turned his head to look at him.
Across the lush woods on the opposite bank of the river, a line of white birds fluttered across the sky.
The branches swayed under the weight, the clouds shattered, and the moonlight surged. The man waved his hand, revealing his beautiful, fair wrist in the inky moonlight. The crowd immediately fell silent, and his slender fingers curled slightly in mid-air.
The Yin Chi, which had been rampaging through the crowd, suddenly seemed to have its throat choked and could not move. The lotus lantern in the little fairy boy's hand emitted a pale pink light, and with the man's finger movements, it was completely drawn into the lotus lantern.
The people knelt and shouted prayers, watching the imperial carriage depart with reverent and devout eyes.
The empty street, the puddles reflecting a dim light in the moonlight, two shadows walking one after the other, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Shi Xianxue's face was still flushed, her steps were unsteady, and she walked ahead without saying a word.
Damn love potion! It's autumn, not the beginning of spring. Why is it acting so restless, making me feel so incredibly thirsty?
She blushed when he hugged her and said some suggestive things, which made them, as scholars, lose all face.
Thinking about it, she felt she needed to explain herself and salvage her mature and experienced image.
So she stopped and turned around, only to meet Wu Xiutang's burning gaze as he chased after her.
Shi Xianxue's breath caught in her throat, and the words she had prepared stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single one.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, until scattered footsteps echoed from the end of the street. Wu Xiutang hesitated before speaking, "Shi Xianxue, are you—"
"No!" Shi Xianxue bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Nothing at all! I have no interest in you!"
Wu Xiutang's eyebrows twitched, his expression becoming a half-smile. Shi Xianxue deeply understood what it meant to try to cover up something obvious, like trying to hide something that's obvious. Her face flushed red, and she screamed, "What I meant wasn't what you think! I have absolutely no feelings for you! No, what I meant was that this is all... because of the love potion! Yes, it's the love potion's fault!"
Wu Xiutang never expected that a single sentence could make Shi Xianxue so flustered. He stared at her for a long time, a ridiculous smile curving his lips: "Love Gu."
Shi Xianxue was dazzled by that smile. Her heart beat faster, and she felt a surge of heat rush from her chest to her temples. Just as she was about to say what was so funny, her nose was suddenly brushed lightly by a fingertip. The fragrance of plum and perilla mingled with the clear moonlight, and a warm breeze brushed against her ear.
His voice contained a hint of indescribable, low laughter.
"Your nose is bleeding."
Aaaaaaahh ...
Shi Xianxue quickly covered her nose and raised her chin, feeling some warm liquid flowing down. She embarrassedly revealed her panicked almond-shaped eyes.
Wu Xiutang smiled even more broadly.
When the two returned to the inn, Li Fuchao and his companion were coming out of their room. They didn't look well, as if they had just had a big argument. When they saw Wu Xiutang, they were stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of surprise and delight.
The two entered one after the other. Wu Xiutang walked in front, glancing back at the person behind him from time to time, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, his eyes soft. Shi Xianxue followed behind timidly, somewhat absent-minded, her face flushed red.
At first glance, it looked like Shishi had been punched by someone.
The two had already regarded Wu Xiutang as one of their own, and naturally welcomed and were delighted by his return. Now that the matter of the Chaos Pearl was in a dilemma, the fact that Young Master Wu was willing to come back meant that having another capable helper would naturally make things twice as easy.
Wu Xiutang nodded politely with a calm expression, then his gaze fell on the fluffy head with twin ponytails.
Shi Xianxue jumped out and told the two of them everything that had happened on Yuanwu Street. After listening, Li Fuchao remained silent for a moment, then solemnly gave the two a few instructions before hurriedly leaving with Song Qingshu.
Shi Xianxue wanted to follow, but then felt that her presence might interfere with the young couple's heartfelt conversation, so she pulled back her foot and glanced back at the person behind her who was looking around.
Forget it, she'd better stay put at Chang Le Ju and keep an eye on the minor villain.
Almost as soon as he stepped into the inn, Wu Xiutang heard a faint, mournful song, like transparent threads in the air, drilling into the bodies of every guest who was eating, almost everywhere. A few even tried to crawl into Shi Xianxue's body, but he snapped them off and they turned into water vapor in his palm.
The five-story building near the street in Chang Le Ju is dedicated to serving restaurants and eateries. Surrounded by the river, with the gentle spring breeze and the sounds of stringed instruments, waiters weave through the crowds as bloody seafood, which has only undergone simple processing, is served on the table.
The singing seemed to realize he could hear it, and began to relentlessly continue. He chuckled, and the white kitten transformed into clouds in the sky and drifted towards the backyard.
Seeing him laughing inexplicably, Shi Xianxue stopped and couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
Wu Xiutang withdrew his gaze from the fat, gluttonous face, raised his hand to press down on the soft hair of the person in front of him, leaned down slightly, his tall figure pressing down to meet her eyes that were trying to look away, and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Huh? What do you want to eat?" Shi Xianxue couldn't move her head, only her eyes darted around. The warm breath on her skin made her unconsciously swallow. "I haven't eaten yet. Didn't we just come back together?"
"All you ever think about is eating." A bony hand pushed her to turn her head, and Wu Xiutang raised her chin toward the center of the hall. "I was talking about those smelly things."
Something fishy and smelly?
The night was deep, and Chang Le Ju was brightly lit. The hall was packed with people, and the food was almost immediately grabbed and stuffed into the mouths of the impatient guests as soon as it was served.
The internal organs are turned inside out, bloody and raw. If you look closely, you can still faintly see the veins pulsating. When you bite into it, it will splatter blood like a crushed tomato, and then drip down the corner of your mouth.
The way they eat doesn't resemble eating at all; it's no different from wild animals tearing apart their prey.
Shi Xianxue felt nauseous at the sight. "I didn't eat it. How can you eat something that's all bloody?"
She knows perfectly well where all this seafood comes from, so how could she possibly eat it?
Wu Xiutang then released her, and helped her tidy her messy hair. "You're not too stupid."
"Of course I'm not stupid." Shi Xianxue didn't know if he was praising her or insulting her. She untied her hair and thought of the siren imprisoned in the villa.
"Let me tell you."
Considering the people coming and going in the main hall, Shi Xianxue deliberately lowered her voice: "There is a female sea monster imprisoned in this backyard. This meat is actually her child, a newborn sea monster."
After she finished speaking, she stared straight at him, waiting for him to show a look of surprise.
The waiter carried a tray and moved back and forth in the lobby with great efficiency.
Wu Xiutang hummed in agreement, stretched out his long arm and pulled her over. The waiter just happened to brush past her, spilling a splatter of yellowish soup all over the floor.
The lobby was in chaos, so Wu Xiutang simply half-embraced her and led her upstairs. He saw her eyelashes fluttering, her lips tightly pursed and her face wrinkled, looking like a docile person yearning for a response.
Wu Xiutang slightly opened her eyelashes, a casual smile curving her lips, and said, following her lead, "Ah, I see. Thank you for telling me, otherwise I would have been kept in the dark until my death."
"..."
Shi Xianxue angrily brushed his hand away, "You're welcome!"
The two walked towards the room. This time, Shi Xianxue walked in front. She took two quick steps and then stopped, as if she remembered something. Her brown eyes stared at Wu Xiutang for a while before she said, "Fengyun asked me to tell you that he agreed to your request."
Wu Xiutang calmly walked past her and pushed open the door. "I know."
"You know? How could you know?" Shi Xianxue chased after her.
He was clearly unconscious at that time.
Just then, the white smoke returned after investigating the situation. When it landed on Wu Xiutang's shoulder, it transformed into a small white cat. It tilted its head, half-closed its eyes, and licked its soft pink paw pads. The soft fur on its forehead formed a small crown.
Shi Xianxue suddenly realized: "Wu Ying told you? It can talk?"
She went over to rub its head, but Wu Ying didn't even lift its eyelids and turned its head away, turning its round body away from her and refusing to let her touch it.
Shi Xianxue looked sullen and was about to withdraw her hand when the person in front of her clicked her tongue. The white kitten's licking motion seemed to be paused. It raised its head, glanced at its owner, put down its paw, and reluctantly straightened its body, bringing its little head closer.
Shi Xianxue smiled broadly and gently rubbed the fur with her index and middle fingers. Wu Ying was no longer a thin sheet, but a tiny, one-month-old kitten the size of a palm, with soft, white fur, like a ball of cotton filled with sunshine.
Upon closer inspection, a few faint red hairs can be seen mixed in with the fluffy, soft white fur.
Wu Ying's eyes turned evil, clearly displeased. She squatted down on his shoulder with her paws tucked in, her tail swishing irritably.
"It doesn't seem to like me very much and doesn't want me to pet it. Never mind, I won't pet it." Shi Xianxue didn't want to force the cat and withdrew her hand.
"You don't want to?" Wu Xiutang lowered her eyelashes gently, like an understanding owner asking her beloved pet's opinion with feline wisdom. "You don't want to, Wu Ying?"
How dare I?
"Wu Ying" endured the humiliation and licked Shi Xianxue's tiger's mouth, revealing a small part of her pink tongue as she began to act cute.
Stop with the tea, my master only buys this kind of thing. If you want your bird to die, just say so.
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