Chapter 18

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Xie Tingyun ultimately could not escape the disaster. The village chief held him down and had the medicine dripped onto him.

Ning Chen watched the whole process from the side. After seeing the indescribable expression on Xie Tingyun's face for a moment, he was very satisfied. His whole body and mind were extremely happy and joyful. He even forgot the hatred of the old man slapping him several times.

After the two injured had received the medicine, Ah Chao, who was boiling the medicine outside, and his mother brought back the medicine pot with a wet cloth. Seeing that Ning Chen and Xie Tingyun both looked like they were half paralyzed and dying, he said he was used to it.

Achao's father used to study medicine and was quite knowledgeable about pharmacology and herbs. He had treated many patients in the past. Everyone who left his house had this expression, and Achao was no longer surprised.

After Xie Tingyun applied the medicine, he straightened his clothes at the collar and lay on the table half dead.

Ning Chen was not satisfied with just laughing, and he had to go over and tease Xie Tingyun: "How is it? It doesn't hurt, does it? You are the Holy Son of the Human Race, you can't be unable to bear even this little pain, right?"

Xie Tingyun raised his face from his arms, his eyes slightly red from the pain. He said, "Shut up."

Ning Shen laughed.

Ah Chao couldn't stand watching him bully others any more, so he ran over to ask his father, "Dad, doesn't the brother in black and gold clothes have any medicine to boil? Do you want to boil some for him?"

The village chief shook his head. He was a little tired, so he sat on the bed at the back and said, "No. His medicine is useless if taken orally. Just use it all for external application to promote wound healing."

This answer obviously did not satisfy Achao, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to run back with a pouty mouth to pour medicine for Xie Tingyun and his father.

The pain and numbness on the right side of Ning Chen's body began to slowly subside, and Ning Chen was surprised to find that his right hand could move slightly.

He leaned back very comfortably and said, "I won't tell anyone who wants to take medicine."

Xie Tingyun: “.”

Ah Chao poured out the medicine for his father and Xie Tingyun respectively. They boiled it for about half an hour. The boiled medicine was all dark brown, with a very indescribable smell. You could tell it was bitter as soon as you smelled it.

The village chief's legs ached. He half-lay on the bed and saw the two were still arguing, so he added fuel to the fire: "If you really want to drink it, he can give you some of his bowl of medicine. It's not a problem for you to taste it."

Ning Chen immediately said, "That's not necessary. He is so seriously injured, is it appropriate for me to share his medicine? Not at all."

Xie Tingyun: "..."

Xie Tingyun looked like he really wanted to throw the bowl of medicine into Ning Chen's face.

Ah Chao took the village chief's medicine and gave it to him. Xie Tingyun looked at the bowl of black medicine left on the table, and Ning Chen who was waiting for him to drink the medicine with a gloating look on his face. He was silent for a while, suppressed his shark-like thoughts, and after preparing himself mentally, he picked up the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

Ning Chen stared at Xie Tingyun's face, trying to see from his expression any clues that the good medicine tasted bitter, but Xie Tingyun seemed to have really finished the drink in one gulp and ended it like that, with his expression and complexion remaining normal, as if he was not affected at all.

Ning Chen was originally wondering how the male protagonist could be so patient, or was he saying that this medicine actually looks bitter but is not really bitter?

The next moment, Xie Tingyun's face suddenly changed. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, stood up and stumbled out.

After Ah Chao handed the medicine to his father, he caught a glimpse of Xie Tingyun drinking it in one gulp and walking out. He finally remembered what he had forgotten and exclaimed, "Ah! Brother Bai Yi, I forgot to get you the preserved fruit, and you drank it all in one gulp? How brave!"

Ning Chen laughed: "It's too late, he has finished drinking, you did it on purpose, little brat, you are so mean."

Ah Chao: “…”

Who is the bad one? It's so damn annoying!

Before Ah Chao could explain, he hurried to the kitchen and brought out a plate of preserved fruit. When he passed by Ning Chen, he angrily said, "Bad guy!"

Ning Chen said viciously: "I am, what can you do?"

There were a few short, dry gulping sounds coming faintly from outside the door. It sounded like the owner was using all his strength to not spit out all the medicine he had just drunk.

After a while, Xie Tingyun came back with a pale face, twisted a piece of candied fruit and scraped it into the bowl he had left after drinking the medicine. Without saying a word, he pinched Ning with lightning speed. He lowered his jaw and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ning Chen's expression suddenly changed: "?!!!"

He only had time to slap Xie Tingyun's hand away and stumble out, before he let out a gasp without any preparation.

It was just a little bit of medicine on the preserved honey. Ning Chen only felt that all the places in his mouth that touched the medicine became bitter and numb at the same time and quickly.

It is difficult to describe the taste of this medicine. Ning Chen felt that his head was about to be blown away by the bitter taste.

Ah Chao listened to the sound of retching outside, then watched Xie Tingyun coldly twist another candied fruit and put it into his mouth, and said in stunned silence, "Wow."

Ning Shen's stomach was originally clean, and nothing was vomited out. He felt so nauseous that he almost fainted.

Xie Tingyun used preserved honey to suppress the lingering bitter taste in his mouth, raised his eyes and saw Ning Chen leaning against the wall and rushing towards him angrily, and finally felt much better, and said happily: "Preserved honey, please have some, no need to thank me, if you want to thank someone, thank Ah Chao."

Ning Chen: “…”

Seeing the tension between the two, the village chief put down the bowl of medicine he had drunk, washed the taste in his mouth with clean water, and then slowly said, "If you want to fight, do it outside, not in my house."

Ning Chen almost went crazy.

Xie Tingyun spread his hands, his cold eyes showing a rare innocence under the dim kerosene lamp: "You want to treat me to candied fruit too? Anyway, I drank the whole bowl, and I don't mind eating a candied fruit with the taste of medicine."

At this moment, Ah Chao's mother passed by with a blanket in her arms. She smiled helplessly and said, "Well, it's getting late. You two should go to bed early. It won't be too late to play tomorrow after you've rested well."

Ning Shen gave Xie Tingyun a dark look, snorted coldly, and left, entering the room that Achao's mother had prepared for them.

Xie Tingyun blinked.

Achao's house is not big. His parents live in one room and Achao lives in the guest bedroom. Now that there are two guests at home, Achao's room is naturally vacated.

The bed in the guest bedroom was barely big enough for two adults, but just barely.

There was no light on in the guest bedroom. Xie Tingyun pushed open the door and found that the floor had been swept and was very clean. On the left hand side there was a mat covered with soft bedding, which looked quite presentable and not much different from a bed.

Maybe he felt that the two people were not getting along. Although they were partners traveling together, they kept arguing and probably didn't want to share a bed, so he deliberately made an extra bed on the floor.

Quite considerate.

Xie Tingyun glanced around and didn't see Ning Shen's figure or breath on the bed. He was about to close the door with his backhand, but the next moment he was suddenly pushed against the door by a strong force.

A tall black shadow completely enveloped him. He raised his elbow and clamped Xie Tingyun's neck. He used the slight height and body size difference to completely restrain Xie Tingyun.

Xie Tingyun's pupils shrank subconsciously, and he raised his hand to resist, but his wrist was grabbed forcefully and pressed against his head.

“…”

Xie Tingyun struggled uncomfortably, but was firmly controlled by Ning Chen. Xie Tingyun had no choice but to give up and whispered, "What are you crazy about?"

Such an unusually intimate distance coupled with such a strong and ambiguous posture made Xie Tingyun feel uncomfortable all over. He endured it for a long time and tried to break free several times but failed. Ning Chen's hand was like a heavy iron clamp, tightly holding his wrist, not giving him any chance to escape. How could Xie Tingyun resist when he was still recovering?

Ning Chen laughed, his breath lingering on Xie Tingyun's fingertips and ears, and his deep voice almost rang in Xie Tingyun's ears: "Yes, I went crazy in the middle of the night, and now I really want Saint Xie to quickly repay the favor of saving my life."

Xie Tingyun: “?”

Ning Chen said calmly, "Look, you are still seriously injured and your natal sword is not with you. You can't resist being suppressed by me. Do you feel safe?"

How is that possible?

Xie Tingyun had never been treated like this before, and at this moment, he was physically unable to break free from the man who imprisoned him, and in terms of cultivation, he could not defeat Tian Xiao, a great demon in the realm of annihilation. Even his most handy natal sword was still stuck in the stone wall in the ruthless ghost crack.

Xie Tingyun was unarmed at the moment, he had no cultivation, no spiritual power, and no natal sword. He seemed extremely helpless under Ning Chen's almost coercive suppression.

But Xie Tingyun couldn't say this, so he lowered his eyes and said, "Then what does Lord Demon want?"

Ning Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "What is the distance for forcibly recalling the natal sword? How about forcibly recalling the natal sword now?"

Xie Tingyun frowned slightly and confirmed, "Now? It's so late."

"I don't care," Ning Chen snorted, "If you are not anxious, I am anxious. I am so anxious that I don't want to do anything now. I just want Saint Xie to fulfill his promise and repay me for saving my life."

Xie Tingyun: "..."

Xie Tingyun's expression was almost uncontrollable.

He felt uncomfortable whenever he thought of Ning Chen's request, and found it hard to believe every time he thought of it. Why on earth would the great Demon Lord, who had seen and owned all kinds of good things, have to be interested in the natal sword of a mere human like him?

He couldn't really not know what this meant, right? Should I remind him?

A noble and arrogant high-level gifted demon really doesn't mind having a strange relationship with his old enemy? ?

Does he have no idea about the Three Realms and the Eight Diagrams and the derived powers?

Ning Chen was obviously very satisfied with himself for regaining face by suppressing Xie Tingyun. There was still a lingering bitter taste in his mouth, and no matter how much water he drank, it was useless. He was so angry that he almost wanted to pick up Xie Tingyun and threaten him.

But Ning Chen thought again, what's the use of just intimidation? It won't let him vent his anger at all, so he has to take some real revenge, such as taking the natal sword of the human saint Xie Tingyun and playing with it in front of him and other human beings.

At that time, Xie Tingyun's expression must have been very interesting.

The thought of it was exciting, Ning Chen couldn't wait to thank Tingyun for getting his natal sword back.

Xie Tingyun endured it and said, "...It's getting late now, and there's no rush anyway. How about tomorrow?"

Ning Chen said: "The grace of saving my life..."

Xie Tingyun: "Okay, okay, okay, let's go, let's go now!"

Ning Chen was satisfied.

Xie Tingyun's throat twitched.

The distance between the two of them at this moment was really not the posture that normal enemies should have. As soon as he raised his eyes, he could see Ning Chen's dark red eyes looking at him. The faint light coming through the window paper behind Xie Tingyun fell into them, like a very bright star falling into those sharp and silent eyes.

Xie Tingyun turned his head away awkwardly. The arm stuck on his neck did not exert any force, but served more as a deterrent and a means of forcing him to position himself. When he turned his head, he could see Ning Chen's hand casually placed on his neck.

The knuckles of that pair of fingers were even, clean, slender and powerful, with great explosive power. The hand that clasped his wrist clearly looked casual and careless, but as long as Xie Tingyun intended to struggle, that hand would be able to counter all resistance in an instant.

The scalding body temperature pressed over, and even the skin that was accidentally touched began to heat up involuntarily. The part of Xie Tingyun's wrist that was held began to go numb, and the touch of Ning Shen's thin palm pressing over was extremely vivid.

Xie Tingyun always felt that this posture and atmosphere were becoming more and more wrong as time went on, so he cleared his throat and whispered, "Tianxiao, do you know what it means to take my natal sword?"

Ning Chen lowered his eyes and saw Xie Tingyun involuntarily averting his eyes and pretending to be calm, and he knew that he had definitely made the most correct decision.

He made up his mind in an instant: No matter what he meant, even if the king of heaven came, he would take the sword of his life.

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When I wrote about Ning the cat having his mouth filled with bitter candied fruit, I really wanted Ning the cat to kiss him. In the end, both of them felt so bitter that they were numb. But now it is obviously impossible for them to kiss each other, so I really wanted to write an if line after they are together:

Ning the little cat was injured and had to take medicine, but he thought it was bitter and refused to drink it. Xiao Xie kissed and hugged him and coaxed him for a long time. Finally, Ning the little cat drank it. He drank it without changing his expression and kissed Xiao Xie when he was not paying attention. Then, he looked at Xie Tingyun with a vicious look and frowned in pain. Xiao Xie glared at him angrily for a long time, ate a candied fruit himself, and kissed him back.

Well. I have finished talking, you can fill in the rest in your own mind, good night everyone.