Chapter 53: Pretend to be good [Green Tea] [□□] [Pretend to be good] start! …
After the heat in Yin Zhiyi's body was completely suppressed, her consciousness began to gradually become clear.
When he saw Yan Shiman lying on the bed with a pale face, messy clothes and kiss marks all over his neck, his brain instantly froze.
Oh my God, could it be that she slept with the villain while she was unconscious?
Yin Zhiyi had mixed feelings, but after checking that both of them were dressed intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.
I couldn't help but wonder, if it wasn't intercourse, how would the medicine be solved?
The original book only briefly mentions this.
The stinging pain on her lips brought her back to her senses. The taste of blood spread in her mouth, which was a bit uncomfortable.
"Yan Shiman?"
Her voice was hoarse, and as soon as she opened her mouth it felt like a knife was stuck in her throat. She pushed the boy next to her, but there was no response.
Yin Zhiyi then discovered that black lines were beginning to appear on the boy's exposed skin, and evil spirits were flowing under his skin, with blood vessels bulging wherever they passed, looking hideous and terrifying. His entire body was tense, like a bow that had been pulled to the extreme.
She frowned. Was this a backlash from the evil spirit?
She remembered the setting in the book. Because the evil cultivators could control puppets, the author had set up a side effect in order to balance the fighting power. That is, if the evil cultivators did not use their power in restraint within their own energy range, they would suffer backlash.
It is similar to a punishment from heaven, so the backlash process is extremely painful.
She couldn't hear the boy's specific thoughts, and apart from the shrill screams, she could not hear any other sound.
I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.
If the villain dies here, it will be the end.
Yin Zhiyi stroked Yan Shiman's back. She was so cold that her eyelids trembled unconsciously. She tried to warm him up, but the evil spirit that overflowed from him left blood marks on her hands.
The boy was struggling and seemed to be reluctant to let others get close to him.
But she didn't hide, instead she reached out and hugged him.
Apart from the mission reasons, she was also partly responsible for his backlash, as she didn't like owing favors to others.
The cold backlash of the evil spirit made Yan Shiman's entire body covered with a thin layer of frost. Yin Zhiyi rubbed his hands repeatedly and then put them on his cold cheeks.
The boy's porcelain-white face was pale as a mirror, and the black lines spreading across his neck were like vines sucking his life away.
More vulnerable than she had ever seen him.
It seemed as if he would lose his breath silently in the next second.
"Hello."
"Yan Shiman... don't die..."
Yin Zhiyi called him in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.
Maybe it was because she had just been poisoned by the Kasuga powder, her embrace was very warm.
Compared with Yan Shiman, one of them is an ice cube and the other is a stove.
After a long time, the boy who had been struggling and moving around gradually calmed down in her arms.
—
When the sky is slightly bright.
Yan Shiman felt as if he was being possessed by a ghost, and the pressure was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his hands.
Moreover, my body was wet and hot.
It's so hot.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was covered with three super thick quilts, piled up together like a small mountain.
The quilt was tightly stuffed with hot water bottles.
Yin Zhiyi fell asleep on the edge of his bed, her face soft and warm under the sunlight from the window.
Yan Shiman was stunned for a moment, and crawled out from the shackles on the bed. He looked at the mess in the room, and saw the millet porridge on the table, which was even considerately warmed with boiling water.
Hearing the noise, Yin Zhiyi looked up, his eyes lit up: "Awake?"
She touched Yan Shiman’s forehead and it was warm.
It was worth it that she asked the store for three thick quilts. You know, it was summer and it was not easy to get them.
Seeing that the man was still very weak, Yan Shiman handed him a bowl of hot rice porridge without waiting for him to speak.
"Drink it while it's hot. I added ginger to drive away the cold." She spoke calmly, but could not hide the concern in her eyes.
Yan Shiman looked down at the porridge in the bowl. The rice grains were thick and looked very soft.
His heart moved slightly.
This was the first and only time that after being attacked by the evil spirit, he woke up not alone, not to the cold ground, nor to a dirty cell.
She didn't abandon him while he was weak, or try to kill him.
She said, Yan Shiman, don't die.
…
Yin Zhiyi felt that the window paper was already broken and couldn't be broken any more, so he warned: "Don't use puppetry for the time being, understand?"
"good."
Yan Shiman agreed obediently without even thinking about it.
But after agreeing, he felt inexplicably panicked, because he had already known that she knew everything.
He wanted to ask, why were they so nice to him, why weren't they like others, who were afraid of him and hated him after knowing that he was an evil cultivator?
But he didn't dare to ask and could only remain silent.
"Why do you look so hesitant?" Yin Zhiyi was most afraid of teammates acting like this when he went on missions with others in the past, because it was sure to be bad news.
So, when she saw Yan Shiman showing the same expression, she became alert instantly.
After a moment, Yan Shiman said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you so nice to me?"
Yin Zhiyi didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question. To be nice to someone, does it require any specific triggering conditions?
So, she said as a matter of course: "If you treat me well, I will definitely treat you well too. It's human nature."
"Is that all?"
Seeing that he was still asking, Yin Zhiyi was a little confused about his thoughts for a moment, and tentatively said: "Not only that, you have many advantages, and you deserve others to be so good to you."
"For example, you are good-looking."
Yin Zhiyi glanced at him and felt that Yan Shiman's face was truly a gift from the Creator. She had noticed this face at first sight on the first day she came into the book.
It really hits her aesthetic point.
After she finished speaking, she realized that Yan Shiman, who had been silent, became even silenter. Yin Zhiyi suddenly realized that what she had just said really made her look superficial, and that no one would like others to only praise their appearance. She should also praise his inner beauty.
"Also, you're a very nice person. Look at you, you always greet everyone with a smile."
Yin Zhiyi laughed it off, but Yan Shiman didn't say anything, but his semi-permanent gentle smile appeared on his face again.
It seemed like it was really meant to confirm what Yin Zhiyi said.
So, does she like this?
He buried his face in the bowl of porridge and suddenly remembered what his mother and master had said to him before, Aman, you should be thankful that you were born with a good appearance.
He used to hate his appearance, but now, he feels that there is nothing wrong with this appearance.
At least, even if no one likes him, there will always be someone who likes his face, right?
Thinking of this, Yan Shiman raised his head from the porridge bowl——
The warm steam from the rice porridge made the boy's eyes look misty.
He looked up, revealing a distinct jawline.
When Yin Zhiyi took a look, he saw a perfect and slender arc, and below it was a mottled red mark.
It didn't even look like a kiss, but rather sucking, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Yan Shiman pointed at the kiss mark on his neck and complained: "Miss, do you remember what happened last night?"
Yin Zhiyi had deliberately ignored this embarrassing topic, but she didn't expect Yan Shiman to bring it up.
She did feel sorry for the victim.
But she really didn't mean it!
"Um...I didn't mean it yesterday. If you want any compensation, you can ask me..."
Yin Zhiyi always felt that what she said was weird, especially after seeing Yan Shiman's forced smile, as if she was a scumbag who would not recognize her as soon as she put on her pants.
"It doesn't matter. Since the young lady doesn't remember anything, I'll just pretend that it never happened."
"Don't take it to heart, Miss."
Yin Zhiyi couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt a sense of guilt.
She suddenly changed the subject: "By the way...how did you cure the poison in my body yesterday?"
When Yan Shiman heard this, his eyes flickered slightly.
Yin Zhiyi immediately noticed something was wrong. Seeing him quietly hiding his hand in his sleeve, she suddenly pulled his hand away.
"hiss--"
[I've been discovered. Although the wound is healing a little slowly after the backlash of the evil spirit, it doesn't matter for the sake of the young lady. 】
Yin Zhiyi saw the wound on his hand at a glance.
Somewhat surprised: "Your blood can detoxify?"
But when she heard that voice, she was stunned again.
Even though he was injured, he was still worried about her. She suddenly felt that this villain was quite simple.
But then she thought again of Yan Shiman’s sinister words last time: [Once you drink my blood, you are my prey, and not some dirty thing can touch you. 】
She was a little uncertain for a moment. She now regarded Yan Shiman as a friend, but what did Yan Shiman regard her as?
—
The two of them sneaked back to the county lord's mansion quietly, and it was already noon when they returned.
The eldest princess returns to Beijing today.
Everyone was busy.
Except for Yin Zhiyi and Yan Shiman, everyone else was leisurely observing the situation of the puppet threads in Zhaoran's room.
Although Zhaoran was planted with puppet threads, except for her dull eyes, which looked like she had not had enough rest, and a little more fear when facing Yan Shiman, the rest was proceeding according to her own habits.
Even Hua Cui couldn't figure it out at first, at most she had some doubts.
Then Yin Zhiyi cast a hypnotic spell on him.
But this curse couldn't last long, so Yin Zhiyi would cast another one every few hours.
For fear of problems, Yin Zhiyi and Zhaoran naturally got on the same carriage.
However, Zhaoran brought too many people with him when he went out, and there were always times when he couldn't take care of them all. Yin Zhiyi suddenly had an idea and taught Yan Shiman a few Morse codes.
Let him knock on the car wall to tell her when someone comes.
She is good at prevention.
The journey from Ciyu County to Xianyun County is really long, and Shangjing is the hinterland of Xianyun County.
A large group of people were traveling on carriages and passenger ships.
Even for the eldest princess, the journey, which only takes half a month, could not be shortened at all.
Yin Zhiyi was exhausted by these ancient means of transportation with backward productivity.
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