Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Then You Will Provoke 0 People
Wen Ni just turned around to look at him, showing a bit of a fierce look, and said: "Don't follow me."
After Wen Ni walked away, Ye Nanque dragged him back to the room and asked, "What did you do to him? Tracking magic? Tracking magic doesn't work here."
Mu Jiulin grinned. "It's not a tracking technique. It's the aromatherapy I won during the last Fish Lantern Festival. I've been keeping it in my spirit bag, but I didn't expect to use it today. I have a keen nose, and he has aromatherapy powder on him. As long as it's not been too long, I should be able to find him."
Ye Nanque didn't expect that Mu Jiulin had such a sharp dog nose. If it could really come in handy, it would really save a lot of trouble.
The two waited for a while, and Ye Nanque followed Mu Jiulin along the path of incense burner. When they arrived at a room on the ninth floor of Feitian Tower, Mu Jiulin stopped and signaled Ye Nanque with his eyes.
The two approached the door and heard intermittent voices coming from inside.
"If you can't even keep one person, what's the point of me having you?"
Ye Nanque recognized that this was Ling Huang's voice.
Yan Ni: "Master, please give me another chance, I promise I can keep Ye Nanque."
Ling Huang sneered: "Didn't you say that he already has Mu Jiulin by his side, so how could he be fascinated by you?"
Wen Ni: "Men have always been fickle since ancient times. I will definitely make him give up."
What the hell is "Pipa Bie Bao"? Don't use idioms carelessly, you illiterate people!
Ling Huang paused and sneered, "With you? If it were yesterday, I would have believed you once, but with Mu Jiulin by his side, how could he be interested in you?"
No... Why on earth does Ling Huang think so highly of Mu Jiulin? Ye Nanque raised his eyes in disbelief. Because of eavesdropping, he and Mu Jiulin were very close. Mu Jiulin's pair of distinct black and white eyes looked at him, and his heart tightened. At such a critical moment, this kid had to smile at him.
Ye Nanque thought angrily that Mu Jiulin did have a good appearance.
This is probably the standard configuration for the protagonist.
Ling Huang's voice interrupted his thoughts, sounding lazy but dangerous: "Yun Ni, I need the spiritual power of these high-level monks to maintain everything in the painting. Since you can't do it, then you are of no use."
"OP, no!"
There was a brief silence afterward, with no more voices. Sensing someone was about to leave, the two of them dodged to the side. A moment later, Ling Huang emerged from the room, alone.
Using the spiritual power of a high-level cultivator to maintain the world in the painting sounds very strange. It doesn't seem like the magic weapon of Luo Heng Zhenren at all, but rather like the behavior of a demon.
After Ling Huang walked away, the two of them sneaked into the room.
There was no one else in the room. On the table lay a scroll. At first glance, it was an unpainted landscape painting, nothing unusual. But upon closer inspection, one discovered that there were many figures hidden within it: some catching butterflies in the fields, some hiding behind trees, and some with their faces half-peeked through the window...
Ye Nanque stared at a figure deep in the bushes. The little person was squatting in the bushes crying. His facial features could not be seen clearly, but the clothes he was wearing looked very much like Wen Ni.
Mu Jiulin clenched his fists: "Are they...are they painting spirits or demons?"
Isn't this narrow-minded? Who says that monsters must do bad things? Who says that painted spirits can only appear as positive characters? For example, he himself, a gentleman from a famous family, is configured as a villain for Mu Jiulin.
Whatever he was thinking, he said it out loud. Ye Nanque said, "Even though he's a painting spirit, he might not be foolish. Even a demon might turn to good."
Mu Jiulin whispered, "That's right, Senior Brother."
While the two were talking, the little figure of Wen Ni in the painting actually raised her head and looked out with tears in her eyes, as if she could hear them talking.
Ye Nanque suddenly had an idea and whispered, "Linghuang has locked you up here, which shows that she has given up on you. If I say I have a way to get you out, can you help us escape from this world in the painting?"
The villain nodded vigorously, pointed his finger to the sky and then to the ground, as if he was swearing a vow.
I have to say, this little cartoon is quite cute, and Ye Nanque couldn't help but smile.
Mu Jiulin reminded: "Brother, don't be fooled by him. He might be deceiving us."
Ye Nanque said: "Yes, you might be lying to us. If you provoke me..."
Then you will offend 0 people.
Mu Jiulin lowered his voice and added seriously, "I will never let you go."
Although there was no substantial threat, it at least served to build momentum. They could now gamble on whether this Yan Ni was a person with some conscience.
The little man put his arms around himself and pretended to be scared to show how loyal he was.
Ye Nanque couldn't help himself and raised a finger to touch the top of the little man's head: "I understand, Yan Ni, I will trust you for now. Wait, I will let you out within three days."
Mu Jiulin lowered his eyes and said nothing when he saw his actions.
The rain was still falling, and the next day there was another grand banquet in Feitian Tower with constant singing and dancing.
Amidst the warm fragrance, Ye Nanque cleared her throat and raised her voice: "How can you eat sweet tofu pudding? What do you mean by that?"
Mu Jiulin looked like a bullied young wife: "Brother, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that we always eat sweet tofu pudding in my hometown, and I didn't mean to mention it."
Ye Nanque slammed the table and glared, "So you've been eating sweet tofu pudding all your life?"
Mu Jiulin: "I...I..."
Qin Qi was stunned, not understanding the situation. But seeing Ye Nanque so angry at Mu Jiulin was rare, and he wanted to add fuel to the fire. After all, it was just a matter of talking.
Qin Qi: "That's too much, really too much! It's simply going against the grain. Don't you know that we in the Yu Jian Sect only eat salty tofu pudding? Senior Brother Ye grew up in the Yu Jian Sect, so of course he only eats salty tofu pudding!"
Mu Jiulin grabbed Ye Nanque's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, it's my fault."
Ye Nanque snorted coldly: "I can't understand people who eat sweet tofu pudding."
Mu Jiulin showed an embarrassed look on his face: "Brother, please give me some face... so many people are watching."
Their noise attracted Linghuang's attention, and Linghuang looked over here inadvertently.
Ye Nanque pulled his sleeve out of Mu Jiulin's hand and said, "Since we have different ideas, there's nothing much to say. Junior Brother Mu, you don't need to compromise yourself for me. From now on, I won't force you anymore."
Qin Qi scratched his head in confusion, but still supported Ye Nanque: "Yes... yes! Brother is right! It's obviously your fault. You... you are too... you are too..."
Ye Nanque was heartbroken: "You don't care about my feelings."
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