Leng Ning Shuang snorted and said, "If we're talking about insects, who's more terrifying than you scorpions? Why don't you see them being afraid of you?"
"Because I never scare him."
He chuckled and tickled Qinghan's chin with his fingertips, making the boy blush and stammer, but he still didn't push him away.
Geng Qi shuddered and shivered, his skin covered in goosebumps.
If you want to say that Qinghan is afraid of Leng Ningshuang, you have to blame him. Once, when he had nothing to do, he caught a bunch of butterflies and raised them in the Demon Palace. Influenced by Leng Ningshuang's demonic energy, the butterflies grew rapidly and soon produced a large number of caterpillars. Unfortunately, Qinghan happened to run into them and was startled by the grotesque creatures. From then on, he dared not even look at anything related to caterpillars.
Geng Qi suddenly propped his head up with one hand and looked at the person standing behind him: "Sister Mei, do your Gu butterflies also come in different kinds? What kind are you?"
He had seen the prototype of Leng Ning Shuang, which resembled a butterfly, but it was a shape he had never seen before. Its colorful wings were as thin as gauze and slightly transparent, with intricate and beautiful patterns.
Even with his extensive knowledge, he had never seen a butterfly with a similar flower shape to hers.
Leng Ning Shuang seemed somewhat surprised: "Why are you asking about this?"
Geng Qi said, "I know a kind of butterfly with colorful wings that streaks across the night like fireflies. It is the most beautiful butterfly I have ever seen."
Leng Ning Shuang asked, "What butterfly?"
"Yamete."
"...What butterfly?"
"Yamete! How about I call you that from now on..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped hard on the head. Leng Ning Shuang said, "The demonic beasts you recognize were all taught to you by me. I've never heard of any Ya or Die. Where did you learn that from?"
Geng Qi: "..."
He touched the back of his head, mumbled something, then fell silent.
Leng Ning Shuang looked up at Mu Shan and sighed helplessly.
The deliberate shift in topic was a way to avoid mentioning people and things that Geng Qi didn't want to talk about. Leng Ningshuang knew Geng Qi's purpose, and he himself knew it too.
After a moment of silence, Geng Qi said, "Let's go to Sangzhong."
Sangzhong City is the imperial city, the location of the imperial palace, and it is also close to the Tianzhi Sect.
He didn't know why he blurted it out, but the expected slap didn't come. Geng Qi turned his head and saw the person behind him staring at him strangely. After a long while, the person said irritably, "After causing such a big fuss, are you rushing to walk into a trap?"
"..."
The plan that had taken shape in his mind was nipped in the bud before it could be put into action. Geng Qi was very sad and chose to go to sleep.
Inside the Demon Palace, everything remained the same. Outside, the Demon Lord, who had been asleep for a hundred years, awakened, undoubtedly stirring up a huge storm within the various sects. The intimidation on Mount Pipi made people even more wary of the Demon Lord than they had been a hundred years ago.
A hundred years ago, it caused the deaths of hundreds of cultivators at Kaopan Mountain as soon as it hatched. Now, a hundred years later, what kind of terrifying existence will it become?
For a time, people in the righteous sects were filled with panic, and the major sects formed an alliance to seek ways to protect themselves.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye. The young sect master of Tianzhi Sect emerged from seclusion, but remained on Shangxu Peak, refusing to see anyone. Some speculated that the Demon Lord's covetousness had hurt the pride of this proud young sect master, causing him to refuse to see anyone.
When the news reached the Demon Realm, Geng Qi merely curled his lip in disapproval.
Since March, he has returned to his old state of just eating and waiting to die. While others are in seclusion to cultivate and improve their cultivation, he gets sleepy as soon as he concentrates. It's not that he wants to sleep, but he falls asleep without realizing it.
If I do nothing, my condition is much better than before.
He thought back and realized that this improvement seemed to have started after the fragment of the sacred object merged into his body. As Leng Ningshuang had said, that thing was indeed useful.
He often thought that Rong Yu knew what it was, yet he was still willing to give it to him, which must mean he had feelings for him. But he was so ruthless in giving it away, as if he was using it to cut off something.
The more I think about it, the more frustrated I get. Everyone says time heals all wounds, but I don't know which quack doctor came up with that conclusion.
Geng Qi leaned against a tree branch, the ground littered with sunflower seed shells. A crow flapped its wings and landed on the tree trunk, bringing the newly discovered information.
He took the Shepu Bead from its mouth. The bead was completely black, and having it held by a crow was the best disguise. It was a bead used to transmit information. Geng Qi used his divine sense to check it, and at the end of each message, he saw the news that Rong Yu had left the pass.
He couldn't describe the feeling. The male protagonist had emerged from seclusion and stayed in the sect. The next step should have been for him to be all lovey-dovey with the female protagonist. He just felt a sense of stagnation in his heart. With a forceful movement, the jet-black bead shattered into pieces at his fingertips, startling the crows that were guarding the tree trunk.
He picked up another melon seed and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, his thumb stung. Geng Qi was slightly startled. He raised his hand and looked at his thumb. A jade thumb ring that he couldn't remove from his thumb was actually getting slightly warm.
His heart tightened, he tossed aside the melon seeds in his hand, and gently turned the jade thumb ring.
Geng Qi: "..."
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