Mu Shuangshuang immediately stopped struggling and became incredibly obedient. She even started to lie down and rub against Shen Yunhao's palm affectionately.
Completely forgetting that she is a scorpion, no matter how much she tries to act cute, she has absolutely nothing to do with being adorable.
If she were in human form at this moment, she would definitely squint her eyes and reveal a very enjoyable expression.
"Mmm...this feels so good..."
"If I'd known that being cute would get me this treatment, who would have wanted to crawl around getting stung on the butt, and almost get sat on to death... Ouch... Yes! Right here, pinch it again..."
"He really is injured!"
Shen Yunhao chuckled softly, then yawned, hooked the little scorpion's tail, and placed it on the bedside table.
"I'm so sleepy... Little one, I'll treat you tomorrow, if you're still here..."
After saying that, he lay down and fell fast asleep.
"Huh? That's it? I was just getting started to enjoy myself!"
Mu Shuangshuang was furious and swung her large pliers, punching Shen Yunhao's shoulder twice.
"By the way, are you sensitive to the cold?"
Shen Yunhao opened his eyes and looked around, then got up and pulled back the covers to cover the two of them.
"It's very cold up here on the mountain. With your lack of cultivation, the nights will definitely be tough for you..."
"It's okay, I'm warm, let me hold you while you sleep..."
"..."
The tiny scorpion, no bigger than the palm of his hand, was held in Shen Yunhao's palm and wrapped under the blanket, as if it had suddenly found a temporary little nest...
It was warm and cozy, still retaining a bit of the comforting power of water, gently soothing the girl's badly injured body.
Mu Shuangshuang suddenly felt very sleepy and wanted to go to sleep.
It was just like when he fell from the top of the insect cave and was suddenly saved by a soft, big golden ball.
She desperately squeezed forward and found the warmest spot to sleep.
Almost no one, including her mother, would have imagined that the infamous Poison Saintess was someone who inspired fear and dread.
She's actually very afraid of the cold...
It has nothing to do with her cultivation level; she has been afraid of the cold since birth.
Are you sensitive to the cold?
From childhood to adulthood, Shen Yunhao was the first person to say this to her.
It seems... he's the only one who's willing to hold her in his hands and keep her warm.
After a while, the little scorpion finally curled up into a ball and fell into a deep sleep, nestled against Shen Yunhao's palm.
"Actually... this lecherous brat smells quite nice..."
"Hmph...it must be because of Han Haixin!"
"Never mind, I'll stop thinking about it and go to sleep early..."
"You little pervert... goodnight..."
...
Mu Shuangshuang probably never imagined that the most comfortable sleep she had ever had in her life would be on the Tianshan Mountains.
Hmm... I should say it was the second most comfortable sleep I had, the most comfortable one was probably in the underground wormhole.
When Mu Shuangshuang woke up the next day, it was already broad daylight.
She was wrapped in the blanket, but Shen Yunhao was nowhere to be seen beside her.
"Hey? Where's the blood pack?"
The little scorpion hurriedly crawled out from under the covers and saw a boy sitting at his desk not far away, flipping through a booklet in his hand.
Mu Shuangshuang breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt that her reaction had been a bit too strong.
It's as if...she's afraid he'll disappear.
"That's right. In these Tianshan Mountains, the only person I can rely on is this lecherous brat."
Fortunately, we no longer have to hide and be afraid of being exposed.
Mu Shuangshuang, with her short legs, climbed onto Shen Yunhao's desk in no time, only to find that he was reading "The Chronicles of the Nine Provinces" produced by Piaomiao Pavilion.
Last night, this kid mysteriously sent that little girl down the mountain to buy something. Turns out, it was this thing he wanted to buy?
This Chronicle of the Nine Provinces records the prodigies of various sects across the continent at different ages, with one hundred individuals each at thirty, forty, and fifty years old, listed in no particular order.
The entry criteria mainly depend on cultivation level and battle record.
Cultivation level is quite straightforward, but battle record is much more unpredictable, because you're often not told where someone killed whom.
Therefore, the Misty Pavilion mainly assesses combat strength through inter-sect sparring and competition.
For example, the seven major sects of the righteous path will send their disciples to compete every once in a while. You compete against me, and I compete against him.
Of course, there are also large-scale competitions where the seven sects gather, but such competitions are only held once every ten years.
The Chronicles of the Nine Provinces is updated monthly because geniuses always emerge suddenly in these age groups, dethroning those on the leaderboard with their impressive achievements.
Some are automatically removed from the list because they are over the age requirement. In any case, the list is very volatile, and the Misty Pavilion needs to keep track of the movements of the younger generation in the entire cultivation world.
In this world, it is estimated that only the Misty Pavilion possesses such a complete information acquisition and transmission system.
But looking at this list, Mu Shuangshuang sneered inwardly.
This so-called list of prodigies even includes records of disciples from the Demon Sect, but it makes no mention of the demon race.
The main reason is that the age calculation method of the demon race is very different from that of the human race.
If it's a large demon race, it's not so bad. Some are born with human form, or can develop intelligence and transform into human form early, so they don't have much of a disadvantage in cultivation.
But what if she is a mountain fairy?
It will take countless years for them to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gain wisdom, and take human form...
Therefore, it is unreasonable to judge the talent of demons solely based on bone age, and this list does not record any demons.
Noticing the little scorpion beside him, Shen Yunhao closed the booklet, smiled slightly, and teased, "I didn't realize you were such a lazybones, sleeping until now..."
Um?
Although I am indeed a small insect in the physical sense, the phrase "little lazy bug" sounds a bit strange, and there's a strange... ambiguity to it.
I think you're really hungry. You'd have to flirt with even a scorpion you see, right?
But that didn't stop her from quickly climbing over to Shen Yunhao's side and rubbing her precious tail against his fingers.
The implication was clear; he was practically ready to speak out.
Quick, touch here!
face?
Can you eat your face?
What's wrong with me, a little reptile, being a little affectionate and cute?
Seeing this, Shen Yunhao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, alright, you little rascal, you know how to act cute... I still prefer your aloof self from last night, why don't you go back to your old self?"
Mu Shuangshuang immediately stopped rubbing against him, straightened her body, and held her tail high.
Shen Yunhao was amused by her and was about to give her a treat when there was a knock on the door.
"Young Master Shen, the chicken soup is here!"
"..."
Shen Yunhao was dumbfounded, while Mu Shuangshuang, who was beside him, was so frightened that she jumped up. She looked around but couldn't find a place to hide, so she finally crawled into Shen Yunhao's sleeve to hide.
Shen Yunhao may not know her, but that doesn't mean she can appear in front of other people at will.
If word gets to Ning Yuyao's ears, Scorpion's identity is far too sensitive.
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