Kiss the Treasure of the Abyss
The paper man made a squeaking sound as he stepped on the ground.
Its short arms could barely hold Xiao Cha, and then the paper mannequin sent Xiao Cha to Song Liubai.
"Chiji!!" The paper man raised his face and asked for reward from his owner.
Song Liubai chuckled and stretched out his arm to signal Xiao Cha to help him stand up.
Xiao Cha's face was a little pale at this time. He nodded weakly and put his uninjured hand on it.
Song Liubai lowered his chin slightly and whispered to Xiao Cha, "Wait a moment, and I'll take you back."
Xiao Cha replied. "Okay."
Huai Zusu glanced around, lowered his eyes, and began to think quickly.
This is not the time to fight with the human race. Moreover, this person who claims to be a disciple of Liuli Sect seems to be hiding something. He has mastered the art of talismans to perfection, so his strength must be extraordinary.
If a real fight breaks out later, it’s hard to say who will win or lose.
It’s just… a pity that the pure yang body is the best way to cultivate the yin energy of the demon race.
Huai Zusu's eyes dimmed a little, but he soon figured it out after weighing the pros and cons.
It just so happens that there are still some things in the clan that need to be sorted out.
Before that, with the Chunyang person by my side, my second sister might still be concerned about him. It would be better to let the human run away. After all, we have a contract with him, so there is no need to worry about the human escaping.
Forget it...let's just let him go for now.
"Hehe, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll return this human to you." Huai Zusu said with a provocative smile towards Song Liubai, as if Xiao Cha was just an object that could be pushed around in his eyes.
This made Song Liubai feel cold in his heart, and he was unwilling to keep this grudge in silence.
“Pah!”
Then Huai Zusu raised his hands and clapped.
The demon attendant who had just been carrying the sedan chair immediately appeared behind him carrying a bridge.
An old woman with a hunched posture walked to the side of the sedan chair and lifted the curtain with a golden pole in her hand.
Just as Huai Zusu was sitting on the couch with his skirt swung, the old man looked panicked and leaned against the side of the bridge, whispering something to the people inside.
Song Liubai and Xiao Cha narrowed their eyes and were about to take a closer look.
The old man had already stood up and left the sedan chair, standing aside politely.
Huai Zusu tucked the hair around his ears. Perhaps because of the conversation just now, he warned through the curtain in a harsh tone: "Human race, cherish the time you are still alive."
"Once you reach the fairyland, it's not certain whether your fate is your own."
The words fell.
"Lift the sedan!" the old man shouted with all his might.
The demon attendant lifted the sedan chair and disappeared into the woods.
At this time, Hu Maner, who had been silent for a long time, sighed when he saw that the person who threatened him had gone far away.
Hu Maner understood that she couldn't take Xiao Cha back with her today.
But just now, Xiao Cha saved himself from danger.
Hu Man'er was not a heartless person, so he naturally remembered it clearly.
Hu Man'er stepped forward and bowed, "Thank you for what you did just now."
“No need…”
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xiao Cha raised his hand and was about to give up, but he never expected that the next moment several double images would appear in the world before his eyes.
Then he saw Hu Man'er in front of him with a frightened look on his face, as if he was reaching out to grab him.
The world is upside down.
Xiao Cha only felt the familiar fragrance at the tip of his nose again, then he felt relieved and fell into a coma.
"Junior brother?" Song Liubai grabbed the man with his backhand and took the lead to hold him in his arms.
Song Liubai looked at the person in his arms whose face turned pale and red.
Song Liubai immediately raised his hand to cover the forehead of the person in his arms, and then he was shocked to find that it was already burning.
Hu Maner asked nervously: "What happened to him?"
Song Liubai lowered his eyes and said nothing, his fingertips gently stroking Xiao Cha's hot cheek, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
Xiao Cha fell down suddenly, without any warning.
I don’t know what the reason is, maybe it’s the cold wind that blew in accidentally this morning, maybe it’s the shock I just got, or maybe it’s the wound that won’t stop bleeding.
I haven't seen you for just a while, but you've already made yourself so embarrassed. How dare I leave you alone outside in the future?
Song Liubai's eyes were deep and for some reason he thought of the scene he had imagined every night during his retreat.
It would be better if I locked you up.
If only I could see you.
Junior Brother...
Hu Man'er, who was standing aside, frowned in confusion.
In fact, it is common for cultivators to get injured. A fever caused by a cold like this can be cured with just a healing pill.
Hu Man'er didn't know what he was thinking about, and most of his doubts disappeared.
He suddenly realized something and knocked his head. So, were disciples from big sects also so stingy with their fellow disciples? They couldn't even give a single pill after searching so hard?
At this point, Hu Maner was about to secretly take out a few fifth-grade healing pills from the space bag on his waist.
He smelled a fragrance, glanced at it unintentionally, and his eyes widened instantly.
Song Liubai took out the rare herbs at some point.
After Song Liubai refined the herbs in his hands, he carefully applied the ointment to the wound on Xiao Cha's palm.
"Longyan grass, Xiangmi flower, and hundred-year-old snake-coiled Ganoderma lucidum are used to treat this minor cold!" Hu Man'er gasped and muttered softly with a painful look on his face.
Fortunately, I didn't give away the inferior healing pill in my hand, otherwise I could have found a crack in the ground to crawl into...
At this moment, Hu Maner suddenly noticed a shadow above his head.
The iron sword appeared in front of him at some point.
Before Hu Man'er looked up, she heard a voice that she would never forget in her life.
"It was you who kidnapped my junior brother?" Song Liubai asked coldly without warning.
Hu Man'er had heard threatening words before, but when these words came out of Song Liubai's mouth, it was as if he was strangling his neck and counting down to his death.
"Yes." Hu Maner took a deep breath, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kept encouraging himself in his heart.
Even if he was about to die, he could not bring shame to Liuli Sect and the Young Sect Master.
But the next second.
Unexpectedly, Song Liubai didn't seem to want to take his life. He just looked at Hu Maner as if he were a dead person.
He said, "Junior brother doesn't want me to kill you."
What? Who? Did Xiao Chaye speak just now?
Hu Man'er looked up in surprise and glanced around cautiously.
The two young men who were standing in front of him disappeared without a trace.
Hu Man'er sighed, having survived the ordeal. "Scary, worthy of being a disciple of the Hengyuan Sect..."
Then he took out the strange-looking whistle from his waist and blew it again.
Less than half a quarter of an hour later.
The remaining men in black who had just fled appeared in the woods.
"Sir?" they cried in unison.
He felt heavy in his heart. The young master had a strange temper and failed to complete his task. He did not deserve this "crime".
"When you return to report, put the blame on me."
Hu Man'er held the fine silk in one hand and wiped the whistle slowly and methodically.
The men in black looked at each other and said in unison, "Yes."
*
Song Liubai wielded an iron sword, flying slowly close to the treetops.
before.
A wind-controlling talisman floated in the air, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the oncoming wind.
"Ahem... Ugh..."
Xiao Cha leaned on Song Liubai's chest. He seemed to be sleeping uneasy. His hands and feet kept moving around, and he kept muttering words in his sleep.
Song Liubai couldn't hear clearly, so he could only lower his head slightly and put his ear close to the mouth of the person in his arms, trying to hear his confused words clearly.
"It hurts so much... Mom..."
Xiao Cha uttered the last word very softly, as if it was just a melody accidentally touched when exhaling.
Ma, are you calling someone?
Why do you look so painful?
Is this person important to you?
This moment.
Song Liubai's heart, like a stagnant pool of water, was touched by this.
I think since I met Xiao Cha, I rarely heard him mention his past. He must have had a father and mother, and perhaps a few older brothers. With Xiao Cha's personality, he might be the most beloved child in the family.
However, when we first met, since he was living under someone else's roof, his parents had probably met with an accident long ago.
Thinking of this, Song Liubai held Xiao Cha tighter in his arms until his nose was filled with Xiao Cha's scent, and then he stopped.
"No, I won't make you suffer... No."
For some reason, the unconscious Xiao Cha's slightly furrowed brows seemed to relax instantly when he heard these words.
*
Each person had an iron sword, when the sky became completely dark.
Song Liubai found a cave with excellent feng shui to rest on the spot, preparing to chase the Hengyuan Sect's flying boat tomorrow.
Song Liubai picked up enough dead branches outside to last him one night.
After returning to the cave, they immediately built a fire. Looking at the jumping flames, Song Liubai's eyes lingered on Xiao Cha's belly.
A mortal body should be hungry when waking up...
Song Liubai thought about it and took out a few sweet potatoes from the space bag to roast.
If the people of Hengyuan Sect saw this scene, they would definitely be surprised.
A son of a genius who has been fasting since childhood actually stores a few sweet potatoes in his space bag.
In fact, Song Liubai brought these sweet potatoes after careful consideration.
Because I started the fast too early, there are not many foods I can remember. The only thing that left a vague impression was the ordinary-looking sweet potato that my senior brother Yan Meiqian secretly brought to me when I was punished and put in solitary confinement for three days.
Song Liubai silently turned over the sweet potato that was burning in the fire.
The person next to me was sleeping very uneasily. He turned over and the wet handkerchief on his forehead fell to the ground.
Song Liubai threw the branch in his hand, wiped his palm casually on the hem of his clothes, and picked up the handkerchief on the ground.
But at this moment, he paused and his sight was caught by the person sleeping beside him.
"Cough cough..." Xiao Cha's eyelashes trembled slightly due to the increase in body temperature, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her thin lips unconsciously opened slightly.
As if possessed by a ghost, Song Liubai raised his hand and stroked Xiao Cha's cheek.
The touch was soft and a little warm.
Song Liubai stared at Xiao Cha in front of him and muttered to himself, "It was obviously me who was annoyed with you at the beginning..."
"Why, I like you?"
The words had just fallen.
Xiao Cha frowned slightly in her sleep, and then her eyelashes trembled slowly, as if she was about to wake up.
Song Liubai quickly withdrew his hand as if he had touched a mine.
But after waiting for a while, Xiao Cha did not open his eyes, and his steady breathing seemed to announce that he had fallen asleep again.
Song Liubai lowered his brows and looked at the hand he had just touched, sighing softly and shaking his head slowly.
Song Liubai, ah Song Liubai, you've really fallen into trouble with this guy this time.
but.
Song Liubai's heart knot seemed to be completely untied. He tentatively and carefully hooked up Xiao Cha's hanging hair.
A slow kiss gently landed here.
Is this a kiss?
In fact, he is more like a saint who has found a treasure and puts his own mark on it.
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