Chapter 289...
The place next door... it's practically a fight.
Even though I've witnessed how cunning and ruthless foxes are in bed, and how quickly they learn anything.
Finally breaking through the last base, Jiang Xianwan had suffered quite a bit in the hot spring.
She was then restrained by the fox around her waist and was hurriedly carried into the room.
certainly.
She raised her trembling fingertips and, taking a moment from her busy schedule, pinched several times until she successfully created a soundproof cover, which was then pressed onto the bedding.
Di Yin: "..."
He coaxed Xingxing back to lie down, listening to the soft, lewd sounds coming clearly through the covers.
At first, it was the sound of wood.
Some time later, the wooden skeleton broke again.
He then noticed that the picture frame on the wall was slightly crooked, and the chalk powder from years of use fluttered up from between the bricks, weaving a wisp of smoke in the midst of the heavy impact.
"The wind returns..."
The name between the lips and teeth, like warmth slowly seeping into mortar, fragmented like whispers, seeped in.
The fox also appears to have had its ears pulled.
On the other side of the wall, a string of copper keys hangs on its own without any wind, as if it were fixed in mid-air, trembling and floating precariously.
With her ears turning red and her voice trying to be calm as she told her son a bedtime story: "..."
The candlelight flickered longer; half of the hour of Yin had passed.
Jiang Xingxing was still fast asleep. Di Yin, who hadn't slept a wink all night, heard Jiang Xianwan calling his name indistinctly from next door... a cry for help.
Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and finally she couldn't resist putting on her clothes, getting up, and gently knocking on the door.
"Wind swirls, snow returns..."
After a while, the door opened a crack.
Her ten fingers were slender and long, as if carved from white jade. Upon closer inspection, her knuckles resembled plum petals peeking out from the lingering snow of early spring.
It resembled cinnabar but wasn't quite cinnabar; it was tinged with a touch of ochre red, like crushed pomegranate seeds.
A slender, delicate fingertip peeked out from under the door. It extended towards him, its fingertip adorned with a few scattered white specks.
She barely managed to catch his hastily raised fingertips, only to... disappear through the crack in the door.
Di Yin: "..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
At daybreak, Di Yin had already prepared the meal, and a group of people gathered around the dining table in the courtyard.
No one asked Feng Huixue and Jiang Xianwan why they weren't up yet.
Everyone knew exactly what was going on.
What else could be causing these two not to get out of bed?
Given the fox's lustful and impatient nature, it would be strange if he didn't devour Jiang Xianwan completely; he wouldn't even be able to get up.
but.
Upon hearing Jiang Xingxing call Di Yin "father," Lang Taihui choked and painfully pounded his chest.
"What... Father?"
"Whose...father?"
"Your dad... isn't still asleep!"
Those present: "..."
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Having been harassed by the fox all night, Jiang Xianwan finally escaped and listlessly nestled in Di Yin's arms, sleeping the whole way.
She jumped off Yu Xiaobai, her steps slowed to a halt, and her gaze slid to two figures, one in green and one in white.
On one hand, there's the guilt after the foolishness, and on the other hand, there's the inability to budge an inch.
Ten seconds later, the footsteps that were heading straight back to the room suddenly changed, and with a flash, he stood between the two.
The blue robe, shimmering with golden light, brushed against his fingertips. Hua Buxiu instinctively and hastily withdrew his hand from his wide sleeve, lowering his eyes, unsure of where to look.
Jiang Xianwan was completely unaware of his series of subtle actions. She stared coldly at Lin Qingran, her eyes slightly upturned, her tone filled with undisguised disgust.
His opening remarks were aggressive and confrontational.
"Tsk...delivering medicine?"
Upon seeing who it was, Lin Qingran panicked and reflexively took two steps back, "Junior Sister Jiang."
Jiang Xianwan remained indifferent, while Lin Qingran, forcing herself to remain calm, explained, "I just noticed that Sword Master Fengyi seemed to be feeling unwell."
Feeling unwell?
How could she have the nerve to say he wasn't feeling well?
Why are you so kind as to deliver medicine?
Or is there something good mixed into the medicine?
She hadn't forgotten that it was Lin Qingran who almost caused Hua Buxiu's death!
This caused Hua Buxiu to throw a tantrum at her.
A flash of malice crossed Jiang Xianwan's eyes.
She suddenly chuckled softly.
"Fellow Daoist Lin is truly leisurely and charitable, bringing medicine to my master the moment he opened his eyes?"
It has to be said that even in this situation, she still has such audacity; no normal person would do something like that.
Lin Qingran: "..."
She was forced to lie in bed for seven or eight days. What could she do?
Pei Chang'an ignored her, and the others turned their backs as soon as they saw her from afar!
Is she some kind of scourge that deserves no respect?
After being knocked unconscious by Hua Buxiu, she was tied to the bed before she woke up.
If the system hadn't been so busy repairing the Cursed Bow these past few days that it had no spare capacity to help her escape, she would have run away long ago!
Just as I came out of the house, I saw Hua Buxiu leaving. I thought I'd use the excuse of delivering the pills to observe his reaction.
Have you noticed the good things she's done, and what's your attitude towards her?
Just as he took out the pill, Jiang Xianwan arrived!
Judging from Jiang Xianwan's reaction now, he can't stay in the Void Ancient Realm for even half a day!
She must leave immediately!
Hearing the commotion, the six sects from both realms all came to the scene and stopped to watch from a distance.
Jiang Xianwan didn't care at all, and slowly took a step forward as she retreated.
They pressed closer and closer, their killing intent palpable.
"Lin Qingran, has anyone ever said that you are really, really despicable?"
Those present: "..."
That... I'm afraid not.
But now we have it.
I don't believe it.
Listen to it yourself.
Jiang Xianwan, who always stood in front of her master, kept and relentlessly stabbed at people's hearts.
"What are you pretending to be, playing the saintly white lotus for?"
"Does my master need your concern?"
What right do you have to care?
"Or do you think I, Jiang Xianwan, am dead!"
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