Chapter 31 031 "Then what are you waiting for?"...
We're doomed.
This was the first thought that flashed through Jiang Ling'er's mind.
Let's rewind to fifteen minutes ago—
Behind the cramped haystacks.
"They'll definitely find their way here... What should we do?"
Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner stared at each other, completely unaware of how intimate their posture was. In front of them was the scent of straw, filled with the aroma of grass and trees, and their backs were pressed tightly against the chest of the person behind them, which carried a cool and refreshing fragrance. Jiang Ling'er was almost completely embedded in the little poisoner's arms, with no gaps between them.
Stifling, cramped, uncomfortable.
Also, something's weird.
Something felt off, and Jiang Ling'er frowned, struggling slightly. A cool voice came from behind her: "Trying to be discovered?"
The few bits of straw that fell due to the struggle were swept away by a large, jade-white hand that reached out from behind, and the straw fragments were carried away by the evening breeze, disappearing without a trace.
Jiang Ling'er immediately stopped moving.
Those skilled in martial arts have keen ears and eyes, and they overheard the conversation between Ji Yunshu, Granny Yang, and Gao Yang. Of course, their movements would also be noticed by the other party, so the more careful they were, the better. Seeing that the disciples of Sun Moon Fortress had scattered to search house to house, Jiang Ling'er knew that the disciples of Sun Moon Fortress were always well-trained and would not miss any corner, and would definitely find this place.
What will happen then?
what to do? ? ?
She would absolutely not go with Ji Yunshu. Aside from the fact that she now needed to bind Xiao Du to survive, the most important thing was that Ji Yunshu was no longer the Ji Yunshu she knew.
Perhaps the one who appears now, as if stripped of his human skin to reveal a monstrous ghost, is the real him.
As expected, they couldn't find them anywhere, and all the disciples of Sun Moon Fortress returned empty-handed. Everyone was waiting for Ji Yunshu's decision, including Jiang Ling'er.
Whether it was the faint unspoken connection from their six years of marriage, the more she stared at Ji Yunshu, the more she silently chanted in her heart, "Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave." Just as he was about to leave, she suddenly turned her head, almost making eye contact. Jiang Ling'er was startled and quickly pulled her head back, pressing her forehead against the thick haystack, holding her breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.
[Haven't you searched that area yet?]
Go search.
Upon hearing the words "search," Jiang Ling'er's heart skipped a beat, but she calmed down instead. Rather than resenting her bad luck, she was more thinking, "Just as I expected."
After six years of marriage, no one knew better than Jiang Ling'er how meticulous Ji Yunshu was.
It would be strange if they didn't notice.
Similarly, it would be no easy task to deceive him, especially since he outnumbered them and was composed of top-tier experts, while there were only two of them. They couldn't possibly defeat him...
Meanwhile, with a clang, Gao Yang drew his sword from his waist and walked over.
Each step felt like it was treading on Jiang Ling'er's heart, causing her heart to clench again. She bit her lower lip, her nails digging tightly into the flesh of her palm. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound that sent chills down her spine. A string of tiny insects, almost invisible to the naked eye, crawled out from the tightly sealed collar of the little venomous creature, climbing up its slender neck, and then, abruptly, burrowed into its skin!
Wherever it went, it left red marks. The red marks gradually deepened and turned black, making the once smooth and jade-like skin seem to age ten years in an instant!
Especially when the little insect landed on the red mole at the corner of his eye, that bright red cinnabar mole instantly turned black. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Ling'er was dumbfounded. She watched helplessly as the little poisonous creature transformed into a different person, becoming unremarkable, becoming... almost indistinguishable from any other rural farmer she ever saw. Only his pair of dark eyes remained as timeless and clear as ever, and only upon close inspection could one discern a familiar, elegant charm in his refined features.
Yes, how could she forget?
The little poisoner is a master of poisons; if he can, then she can too…
Jiang Ling'er's eyes suddenly lit up. Because the two were so close, her hands involuntarily rested on his chest, only to hear the little poisoner say coldly in the blink of an eye:
"You can't do it."
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
She froze for a moment, then angrily looked up and grabbed his collar with her hands, which were barely supporting him. The little poisonous creature was slightly taken aback, and the next second he was pulled down by the collar!
The head-to-head height difference suddenly brought them to the same level, their foreheads almost touching. Jiang Ling'er glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes blazing with anger, and lowered her voice:
Why can't I do it?!
The little poisonous creature stood there stunned: "..." He blinked rapidly with his long eyelashes, staring intently at the furious woman in front of him for a long while, then chuckled in exasperation:
"What a heartless and... vulgar little woman."
The moment he finished speaking, he placed his hands on either side of her cheeks and pinned her down on the haystack!
The haystack swayed slightly, and bits of hay fell down.
Almost simultaneously, Gao Yangben's slow steps suddenly became sharp, closing in on him!
Jiang Ling'er bit her lip and glared angrily, refusing to let go, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.
The little poisonous creature lowered her eyelids, glanced at the two delicate hands gripping his, raised an eyebrow, and surprisingly wasn't angry; in fact, she was remarkably good-tempered. She spoke slowly and deliberately:
"These little insects are all fed by my blood. Even I can only survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before I have to expel them from my body. As for you, needless to say, you will die as soon as you come into contact with them."
Jiang Ling'er paused, then slowly released her grip on his collar: "Then... what should I do?"
The little poisonous creature answered quickly: "I don't know."
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Gao Yang's footsteps grew closer, imminent, almost within reach!
But the little poisonous creature seemed not to hear her at all, and leaned down to whisper in her ear:
"What are you afraid of? I'm the one who should be afraid, aren't I? You can go back to your old flame and you two can rekindle your old relationship and be a loving couple, while I'm just a caged bird, at your mercy, aren't I?"
As the little poisoner said this, his slightly lowered eyes remained fixed on the woman in front of him, his hands clenched into fists on either side of her cheeks, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out.
The little poisoner's words were laced with sarcasm and hatred, but Jiang Ling'er seemed lost in thought, completely oblivious, her gaze fixed on the little poisoner's left shoulder and suddenly unmoving.
Because her collar had been pulled open earlier, it was slightly ajar, revealing her smooth left shoulder. On the "slave" mark on her left shoulder was a small ring of teeth marks—the marks she'd left in the grove last time, still slightly reddened. Staring at these tiny marks, a sudden realization dawned on her; her eyes flickered, and she became lost in thought. She murmured:
"Yes... how could I not have thought of that... I should have thought of it sooner!"
The little poisonous creature was startled. Realizing what she had said, it immediately turned ferocious. As it suddenly raised its eyes, it felt as if two water snakes were coiling around its neck. Then, a soft, fragrant body carrying the scent of soapberry was thrown into its arms. In its shock, it lost its support and was knocked down onto a patch of straw behind it!
With a loud "bang!", grass clippings flew everywhere. Gao Yang no longer hesitated and leaped to the front of the haystack, raising his sword to stab into the tall haystack in front of him. Suddenly, a groaning sound like a cat's meow rang out, freezing his sword hand in mid-air.
It hovered in front of the haystack, but no one dared to stab it.
Ten meters behind him, Ji Yunshu witnessed Gao Yang's strange behavior. His long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after circling the small golden dart several times between his long fingers, he gripped it tightly in his palm and asked calmly:
"What happened, Mr. Gao?"
Gao Yang stared intently at the now-calm haystack before him, his brows furrowed into deep lines. Suspecting he'd misheard, he silently shook his head, gripped his sword tightly, and was about to thrust it at the haystack when that cat-like meow—
The groans and moans started again.
The extremely low sound, yet with a myriad of twists and turns, was like the mournful cry of a nightingale. It was brief, yet like a tiny hook that burrowed into the ear, dissipating into the final, tingling, unbearable sensation.
Gao Yang froze completely in place.
Gao Yang, the leader of Sun and Moon Fortress, was addressed as "Mr. Gao" by everyone not only because of his profound martial arts skills and high moral character, but also because he was a rare scholar among a group of unarmed brutes. He wielded a gentleman's sword and was even more particular about nonsensical formalities than the old master. Upon hearing this... this suggestive and decadent music, he was immediately struck dumb, frozen in place, and did not move an inch.
As expected, it was all just as Jiang Ling'er had anticipated.
Behind the huge haystack—
Knowing that Gao Yang, who was more of an old relic than a great swordsman, would absolutely not take another step forward, Jiang Ling'er's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and so...
This allows him to concentrate fully on dealing with the person beneath him first.
She straddled the little poison creature, not for the first time, so this time she was especially skilled, even adept. The little poison creature was pinned beneath her, its clothes disheveled, on the pile of straw, and she buried her head in its chest like an ostrich. Those two... moans just now came from her biting the little poison creature's loose clothes...
……Headache.
My head hurts so much!
It was all a temporary measure. She should have gotten up after hearing that Gao Yang would not make any more noise, but she still buried her head in his chest, motionless like a coward. It wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but for a moment... she didn't know how to face him.
Dealing with Little Poison was no easier than dealing with that pedantic Gao Yang. She had always known that a woman's heart was unfathomable, but that was all she had heard from some old bodyguards. She was unconvinced but had no words to refute it. But now she knew how to refute it!
People often say that the most poisonous heart is a woman's, but they forget the suspicious nature of men! Especially young men with such a spirit!
Who knows which word will upset him again!
She couldn't delay for long. Even if she could silently intimidate Gao Yang, Ji Yunshu was not so easily intimidated. No matter how much she thought about it, it was only a matter of a moment. She buried her head in front of the little poisoner's chest for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and slowly raised her head. But she was stunned when she saw the little poisoner's earlobes, which were so red that they were almost bleeding.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and she quickly changed her mind.
Jiang Ling'er didn't look up again, but lowered her head once more, extending her fingertips to tease the little poisonous creature's jade-white chest, drawing circles as if playing with it:
"You...you don't need to test me anymore..." She only managed to utter half a sentence when goosebumps suddenly rose on a small patch of skin her fingertips brushed against. She paused, then continued drawing something in circles on that goosebump-covered skin as if ignoring it, and said gently, "I will absolutely not go with him, not just because I'll die if I leave you, but even without that relationship, I swore an oath that you are master and I am servant, and that will never happen..."
The person who had been silent for a long time above suddenly sneered:
"Who is the master and who is the servant? How many times have you disobeyed? Do you even look like a servant?"
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty: "...I can learn."
The little poisoner interrupted her with a sneer: "Do I have to teach you?"
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
While listening to the sounds behind her, Jiang Ling'er took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and got back to the point, speaking at a faster pace:
“Ji Yunshu is not a laughable virgin like Gao Yang. To fool him, we must…we must…”
Jiang Ling'er couldn't see the little poisoner's face, but upon hearing the words "virgin chicken," his handsome face stiffened for a moment—it was still the ridiculous "virgin chicken." Blood rushed to his throat, his face darkened, and his tone inexplicably became vicious, laced with veiled barbs:
"Must what?"
The small head in front of her finally moved, tilting up a small face that had finally regained its fair complexion after a long period of rest. Jiang Ling'er stared into his dark eyes, pursed her dry lips, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, her lips moving up and down:
"It has to be... real."
The skin beneath her fingertips had somehow returned to normal, along with her once bright red, blood-red earlobes. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes rumpled, yet she exuded a certain air of dejection. The little poisoner, one hand behind his head, possessed an air of superiority despite his subservience, glancing down at her with impatient eyes:
"Then what are you waiting for?"
A vein suddenly bulged on Jiang Ling'er's forehead. She gritted her teeth and forced a smile.
"Then I'll have to offend you. Don't blame me later."
The little poisonous creature scoffed, but the sound abruptly stopped halfway through. Its long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and it trembled violently as its outer garment suddenly and unexpectedly piled onto it like a cloud—not his, but…
Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of me.
Unlike the delicate, slender fingers of a typical young lady, her hand was long and slender, but covered with tiny wounds and calluses from days of practicing martial arts.
The hand opened its palm before his eyes and even waved it at him. The little poisonous creature's frozen pupils finally moved, and it raised its eyes—
Jiang Ling'er reached out to him with one hand, while the other hand lightly covered her chest. She was completely naked. Although night had fallen, it wasn't pitch black. The silvery moonlight seemed to pour into the body before him... this slender body, pale and slender from long absence of sunlight.
Feeling somewhat ashamed, she instinctively covered herself, but the situation was urgent and she couldn't worry about that now. Jiang Ling'er was about to lower her hand covering her chest, but halfway down, she suddenly remembered something and froze in mid-air. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she stared at the person beneath her with a suspicious look.
"You...you're not a virgin too?"
Jiang Ling'er thought it was unlikely that the little poisoner had been a Kunlun slave, but then she remembered his reddened earlobes and suddenly became uncertain. Her gaze quickly shifted from suspicion to disdain, disdain for the little poisoner's sharp tongue, which was useless when it came to a problem. Of course, this was an extremely subtle and instantaneous emotion, so fast that Jiang Ling'er herself did not notice it, but the little poisoner had already discerned it.
It's unclear what he sensed, but his eyes suddenly turned fierce. Before Jiang Ling'er could react, he swiftly grabbed the slender hand outstretched in front of him and pulled her off him. With his other hand, he quickly grasped her supple waist and buried his face in her warm, fragrant body, taking a big bite!
A startled cry of pain suddenly appeared and then quickly disappeared, interspersed with some vulgar curses.
However, these strange noises soon disappeared, and were replaced by... even stranger noises.
Jiang Ling'er's toes curled up, and she hugged her heaving head to her chest with both hands like water snakes, letting out two soft moans:
"...It was my fault." Still angry, she rubbed her scalp and muttered under her breath, "So you're... pretty good at it too."
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However, separated by only a haystack, the shameful sounds coming from behind the haystack made no attempt to conceal them. Gao Yang's face grew increasingly grim, as if he had been slapped across the face. He could no longer stand it, sheathed his blade, turned around, and strode away without even informing Ji Yunshu.
Seeing Mr. Gao's unprecedentedly grim expression, the crowd, though puzzled, exchanged glances and dared not utter a word. Ji Yunshu, however, did not seem to mind Gao Yang's rudeness; only his brow furrowed deeper. He took a torch from a disciple beside him and said calmly:
"Don't move, I'll go."
The disciple nodded and withdrew.
Ji Yunshu held the torch and slowly walked towards the haystack. No wonder.
The closer they got to the haystack, the clearer the unpleasant sounds from behind it became, which explains Mr. Gao's reaction.
He listened to the seductive music, his pace unchanged, his expression unwavering. Even in the warm firelight reflecting on his face, his handsome features remained like unyielding ice, dark and sinister, inspiring fear in those who beheld him. Though his expression was impassive, the closer he got to the haystack, the tighter his grip on the torch became, his knuckles turning white. When only a corner remained, his breath caught in his throat; he practically held his breath as he stepped forward, the torch probing inside—
At the same time, a night breeze blew by, and in the instant the Flame Heart trembled, the little poisonous creature swiftly turned into a blur with a single move, pulling down the branch Jiang Ling'er used to tie her hair, and her raven-feather-like black hair spread all over her back.
Ji Yunshu caught a glimpse of a slender, white waist before it quickly disappeared from sight. The woman seemed to be startled, letting out a soft, sweet cry of "Da Lang" before throwing herself into the man's arms.
The man held her tightly in his arms, wrapping her completely in his clothes, not even letting a single strand of her hair show. Turning his head, he revealed a simple, dark face; a large black mole at the corner of his eye looked like a venomous plaster in the firelight. Speaking in a hostile tone with a strong local accent, he shouted:
"Can't you see we're handling something?!"
Aunt Yang had sharp ears, and as soon as the little poisonous creature made a sound, she immediately rushed over in the direction of the sound: "Big Brother? Big Brother, you're back?"
Ji Yunshu, like Mr. Gao, even more so than Gao Yang, looked more pale than ever before. His hand, which had been tightly gripping the torch, suddenly loosened, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the torch to the ground, turned away with a look of disgust, and only uttered a brief sentence to the disciples of Sun Moon Fortress filling the courtyard:
"Walk."
Before long, the large group of uninvited guests finally left.
Jiang Ling'er listened quietly and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She only dared to crawl out after they left, but after being nestled in the little poisonous creature's arms for so long, her legs had gone numb, and...
“…Hey!” She kept patting the little poisonous creature’s back. “You…you’re poking me there.”
Upon hearing this, the little poisonous creature froze instantly, completely still.
Jiang Ling'er was in agony. Seeing that the man was standing there like a wooden statue, she had no choice but to use her strength to pinch his thin waist. Well, the little poisoner looked thin but was actually quite muscular, and she couldn't even twist his waist!
She could only peek half her head out from under the clothes that were wrapped around her, glaring at him and roaring:
"The bamboo flute...it's your broken bamboo flute! It's killing me!!!"
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