Chapter 162 I won't die. Cut out his immortal veins for me. ...
Bitao let go of her Tai Chi stance, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Good boy, do you have any other injuries?"
"there is none left."
Taiji shook his head, looking at Bitao with undisguised affection in his eyes, "Don't worry, Fairy, I'm perfectly fine! Those townspeople can't control me at all!"
Tai Chi proudly said, "Many people used to want to kill me. I've been captured many times, but there's no knot in the world that can bind me, and no one can outsmart me in a fight!"
Bitao was amused by Tai Chi.
Bitao pinched Taiji's wrist and used her spiritual energy to probe his meridians. She found no hidden injuries on his body, so she said, "Let's eat something first."
"After I've eaten, there are two things I need you to do for me."
"I'm not hungry yet, I can go without eating. Tell me now what the fairy wants me to do!"
Bitao looked up at the clear blue sky and then at the sun, which hadn't yet reached its zenith, and said, "Let's eat first, there's no rush."
Taiji went to eat, while Bitao stayed behind, gazing at the fine weather, but in her heart, she was brewing a storm with dark clouds gathering.
After finishing his meal, Taiji couldn't wait to run to Bitao and receive the task she had given him.
At that time, Bitao was gnawing on a pig's trotter and drinking wine at the table, and Mingguang was sitting next to her. Bitao fed him several times, saying, "Eat some, don't starve yourself to death."
Mingguang had an ethereal air about him, like a mist rising from the mountains. He was wearing a white gauze robe that Bitao had bought for him. He sat upright at the table, like a jade tree in a forest, with a frosty and snowy appearance, pure and holy, rejecting all "human filth".
"I won't eat."
"Shall we have a sip?" Bitao asked again.
Mingguang: "...I won't drink." He swallowed for a moment, then looked away from the cup that Bitao was holding.
This realm is the human realm. All the celestial beings who have reached this realm and whose immortal pearls have not been extracted are also half mortals.
Enduring hunger was easy for Mingguang, but enduring thirst was a bit difficult.
After all, even in folk tales, immortals need to drink dew to survive.
When Bitao saw Taiji, she nodded slightly, signaling him to wait.
She continued to slowly gnaw on the pig's trotter, smiling at Mingguang: "If you don't eat or drink, you can't be inconvenienced."
"If you don't go now, are you going to wet your pants?"
Mingguang was about to get angry again. Taiji was still there, so why was Xiaotaozhi bringing this up?
He glared at Bitao again.
Bitao said helplessly, "Go away, ancestors, there are no digestive pills or purifying pills in this world."
"Next to the chamber pot in the room, we set up four barriers for you and had five layers of curtains drawn. Even if those people have the Eye of Ten Thousand Laws to See through the illusions, it will still take them some effort to see what you are doing in there."
"Go quickly—" Bitao said, gesturing with her hand, and the half-eaten pig's trotter in her hand slipped out in an instant.
It struck Mingguang squarely in the chest.
It rolled from his chest to his lap.
The pure white gauze robe, along with Mingguang's innocent and lovely appearance, was instantly stained with dirty oil.
Bitao: "..."
Mingguang: "..."
Mingguang suddenly stood up, and the gnawed bone fell to the ground.
"Cast ten cleansing spells on me," Mingguang commanded, frowning.
Bitao brought her oily fingers to her lips and sucked on them, saying, "Wait a minute, I've used up all my Wood Spirit Pearls. Let me see if I have any left."
As he spoke, he reached into his clothes with his greasy hands to look for it.
Mingguang immediately moved two steps away from Bitao and quickly stopped her, saying, "Never mind."
Mingguang could tolerate the cycle of the five grains, but he simply couldn't stand having so much oil on his body.
Even after a cleansing spell was cast, he still couldn't get over it, just like he could smell the sweat on his body after he died. He always felt like he was covered in grease.
He angrily returned to his cabin.
This will take quite a while.
It's so convenient that you have to find the most convenient way, and you have to change your clothes three or four times over, and wash everything that can be washed.
Mingguang left.
Bitao immediately stood up, made a hand seal, and cast a cleansing spell on her entire body.
There were only two unfinished pig trotters on the table, and the glass still contained some strong liquor.
She solemnly walked around the table and, with Tai Chi in tow, changed to a spirit boat to speak.
Ji Chunjun and several of his men were specially assigned to guard the entrance.
Taiji was puzzled. Bitao never kept anything from Mingguang Xuanxian, but this time she was clearly trying to get rid of him on purpose.
Although Bitao didn't say anything, Taiji sensed an impending storm.
As expected, after Bitao finished telling him what she wanted him to do, Taiji knelt on the ground and resolutely refused: "No!"
"I can't..." How could he kill the fairy with his own hands?!
"I won't die. Why won't you believe me?"
Bitao said, "You said you would do anything to help me after you descended to the mortal realm, but you won't even do this little thing I asked you to do?"
"Fine, if you won't do it, I'll do it myself."
"Take off your knife holster."
Taiji refused, and Bitao tried to snatch it, but he didn't dare to fight with Bitao.
Bitao casually picked out a hooked weapon from inside and gestured towards her chest.
Taiji immediately grabbed Bitao's wrist: "Fairy! This isn't for opening the chest, it's for fixing the excess fat after opening the abdomen!"
"Moreover, all knives need to be heated over a fire and then cleaned with strong liquor before use..."
Bitao shook him off: "Get out."
As he spoke, he pulled out a straight, sharp knife from the knife bag.
"Fairy Maiden!" Taiji was so anxious he was almost crying.
Taiji's heterochromatic eyes were forced to become bloodshot by Bitao.
In the end, he agreed to Bitao's absurd request, at least he would do the work, and if the fairy could not hold on, he could still find a way to make amends.
A protective barrier was set up inside the room, and Taiji gave Bitao two pills.
One is used to numb a person's consciousness, and the other is used to alleviate pain.
After all, very few people can stand by and watch themselves become fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.
However, Bitao only ate the fruit that relieved her pain.
After Taiji's repeated attempts to persuade her failed, Bitao finally said, "Hurry up, I believe in your skills. Besides, I need to stay focused."
Sunlight streamed obliquely into the cabin, and Tai Chi's hand gripping the hilt of his knife trembled slightly. But once he forced himself to actually draw his sword, he calmed down.
Moreover, he had never encountered a "patient" like Bitao in his entire life—clearly lucid, yet quieter and more cooperative than someone who had been anesthetized.
Bitao even expressed her sympathy for Tai Chi in the middle of the conversation: "Tell me, how much pain and fear must you have felt when people used you as a live body to practice swordsmanship?"
Upon hearing this, Tai Chi's hands did not tremble at all; he had already skillfully completed everything and began to close the wound.
But while sewing, he turned around and rubbed his eyes hard with his sleeve.
With three Wood Spirit Pearls in her mouth, Bitao's cheeks bulged out a little.
She lay there until the Tai Chi movements ended, then said, "See? I told you I wouldn't die."
She wouldn't even let Tai Chi help her up; she propped herself up and sat up on her own.
His face was ashen, and his vision blurred intermittently.
She was convinced that doing so would prevent her from dying.
But she feels pain too.
But the thought that the scoundrels hiding in the shadows would be misled by her actions made Bitao curl her lips into a smile.
Bitao stood up, supporting herself on the table, and reached out to brush a stray hair damp with sweat from her cheek.
She said to Tai Chi, who was standing quietly wiping away tears, "It's alright. I'm really fine."
"Go and have someone find an incense burner, a big one. Then seal all the doors and windows shut."
Taiji didn't understand Bitao's actions at all, but he always obeyed her every word.
The cabins of this spirit boat were sealed off. Incense burner was found, and Bitao then asked a subordinate of the fire spirit to borrow a cluster of spirit fire to put into the incense burner.
Then, instead of immediately putting the tray containing the things she had taken off her body into the incense burner, she held it in her hands and examined it carefully.
Then I placed it aside and covered it with a cloth.
After that, Bitao stood there, using the tip of her tongue to rotate the three Wood Spirit Immortal Pearls that were rapidly being consumed in her mouth.
It made a splashing sound.
Tai Chi in the room stopped crying, but her face remained stubborn as she sulked inwardly, and belatedly realized that her hands were trembling uncontrollably.
Bitao looked out the window at the sunlight, which changed direction as the sun moved.
Just as they were about to head west, footsteps were heard boarding the spirit boat, and someone spoke with Ji Chunjun at the door.
"Where's Bitao? Is she inside?"
It was Mingguang's voice. He had changed and cleaned himself and had been waiting for Bitao on the main ship for quite a while.
I re-roasted the remaining pig's trotters, thinking she had something urgent to attend to, and we could eat them again when she came back.
Mingguang still needed to discuss the formation for the night with Bitao. She deliberately let Elder Qingwen's men go back, but detained Elder Qingwen's spirit boat and the people he wanted to consume. Elder Qingwen would definitely send people to attack by tonight at the latest.
But no matter how long they waited, Bitao didn't return. Later, they asked their subordinates and found out that Bitao and Taiji had come to this spirit boat.
"Inside." Before Ji Chunjun could finish speaking, the cabin door was opened.
Bi Tao, who had been resting with her eyes closed and absorbing the wood spirit to heal herself, opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to meet Ming Guang's gaze.
The room was lit by a very gentle, warm yellow light that made everything seem beautiful.
However, in Bitao's eyes, such light was not even half as bright as the color in Mingguang's eyes.
When Mingguang saw Bitao, he originally wanted to ask her what she was doing there.
But after seeing Bitao's condition, he quickly walked to her side and cupped her face in his hands.
He asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you!"
"...Are you injured?"
"Does anyone dare to send someone to assassinate you?!"
Mingguang eagerly checked Bitao's body, but before his hand could touch Bitao's shoulder, Bitao grabbed his wrist.
Bitao looked at Mingguang, took a slight breath, and moved the Wood Spirit Pearl in her mouth to a different position with the tip of her tongue.
Then she said, "I'm fine."
"There were no assassins."
Bitao reached out and touched Mingguang's face, then tiptoed and kissed the small red mole on his chin, saying, "But you've come at the perfect time, I've been waiting for you."
As Bitao spoke, the wooden spirit in her palm formed a lock, binding Mingguang tightly from top to bottom.
After Mingguang became unable to move, the look in his eyes when he looked at Bitao was even one of helplessness.
He tilted his head to look at Bitao and said, "Stop fooling around... What's wrong with you?"
After confirming that he couldn't move, Bitao walked to the door and said to the guards outside, "Two people, carry him to the bed inside."
Mingguang was lifted up, and his mind went blank.
His first reaction was that Xiao Taozhi was sexually frustrated and was trying to force herself on him!
It's no wonder Mingguang had the wrong idea. Bitao had drunk a few cups of such strong liquor before, which inevitably made him feel hot and bothered. Last night, he also rejected Xiaotaozhi, which made Xiaotaozhi very unhappy.
Besides, Mingguang really couldn't figure out why Xiaotaozhi would tie him up in broad daylight.
Bitao waited until the two people settled Mingguang on the bed, and then used the Wood Spirit to separate and fix all four of his limbs.
He was fixed into a large character.
Then, under Mingguang's glare, filled with shame and indignation.
Bitao turned her head and beckoned Taiji, who was standing at the door, to come in.
Taiji entered the room with a furrowed brow, red eyes, and head down. He was still sulking and wouldn't make eye contact with Bitao or speak to her.
When Mingguang saw Taiji enter, he was even more at a loss for what expression to make.
Struggling, he growled at Bitao, his voice laced with threat: "Little Peach Branch! Stop fooling around! Let me go right now!"
Bitao met Mingguang's eager eyes, reached out and touched his forehead, her fingers covering his eyes, which were shining even brighter with embarrassment and anger.
He pressed down hard, suppressing his struggling motion as he raised his head.
Without turning his head, he said to Taiji, "Dig out his immortal veins for me."
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