Chapter 64 064 "You're comparing me to that sickly guy?!..."
The small poisonous creature reappeared the following evening.
The moon is bright and the stars are few; the night is still and quiet, with no wind and no snow. It is a rare and peaceful night.
Jiang Ling'er had been practicing boxing for two hours before she finished bathing. Wearing only a single garment, she ignored the fact that her hair had gotten wet at the collar and carefully ground the "Longevity Manual" under the dim candlelight.
Unable to find any idle Taoist priest or the Lingxiao Sect on Mount Dagu, she could only pick up the "Longevity Manual" she had copied from Yang Dalang's body to search for clues.
It's a pity that the copy of the "Longevity Manual" that she took from Di Qing was lost, otherwise, if she had pieced it together, she might have been able to get some information...
Even if the complete "Longevity Manual" is pieced together, what then? What connection could the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) have with this evil "Longevity Manual"?
Especially this kind of evil technique made by imprinting human skin. Father has always despised the cruel practices of these evil and crooked paths. He has no time to be associated with them. Just thinking that the human skin book in her hand was peeled off Yang Dalang’s body, a chill immediately rose from her fingertips and she couldn’t help but shiver.
At the same moment the candlelight flickered, a figure flashed by, snatching the book "The Longevity Manual" from the human skin in the hand. The "Longevity Manual," the supreme martial arts secret that everyone in the martial arts world coveted, was not only thrown on the ground, but also stepped on.
Before the newcomer could approach, a pale blue flame enveloped her and kissed her skin. A shadow fell behind her, and then a strand of her wet hair, which had fallen over her shoulder, was picked up by two fingers. The newcomer's voice was tinged with displeasure:
Why didn't you dry your hair?
It is a slightly poisonous substance.
Jiang Ling'er had sensed the aura of ghostly fire emanating from him even when he was still outside, so she wasn't surprised. However, she was displeased that the little poisonous creature had suddenly appeared, snatched the "Longevity Manual" from her hand, and stomped on it.
He nudged the person behind him with his elbow:
"Get out of the way."
She's already lost one copy of "The Secret of Longevity," she absolutely cannot lose a second one.
The little poisonous creature paused for a moment before reluctantly releasing its foot and taking a step back.
But he only stepped back one step, and his tall, thin back looked as if he were imprisoning someone in his arms.
The candlelight was almost gone, and the increasingly dim light flickered on the little poisoner's handsome face, making his already unreal beauty appear somewhat unpredictable and eerie. He watched as Jiang Ling'er picked up the "Longevity Manual" like a precious treasure, patted it and dusted it off, before carefully placing it into her bundle... Her thin lips were pressed tightly into a line.
He thought he would remain silent forever, but when he saw Jiang Ling'er about to lift the covers and get into bed, he finally couldn't help but step forward and block her way:
"You...you weren't even a little bit curious about me during the few days I disappeared? You didn't have any questions?"
Jiang Ling'er thought it was something serious, just that the person was in a bad mood again. Kids are just troublesome!
She was just so tired. During the day, she had pushed the backs of no fewer than ten young ladies and chopped over a hundred pieces of firewood. When she returned home at night, she practiced boxing for two hours. Even after getting into bed, she would still be practicing internal energy cultivation according to the methods Uncle Shui had taught her, circulating her inner strength through breathing exercises. She simply had neither the heart nor the energy to continue. She lazily yawned, patted his shoulder, and said she was truly sleepy.
"Sweetie, stop making a fuss. We can talk about it tomorrow..."
As she spoke, she tried to walk around him, but before she could climb onto the bed, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Jiang Ling'er paused, turned around, and was already a little angry: "Hey..."
Your hair isn't dry yet.
The little poisoner quickly released her wrist and instead lifted her wet hair that covered her shoulders. When his cold fingertips touched the equally cool skin on the back of her neck, Jiang Ling'er trembled very slightly. She felt the heat coming from the back of her neck. It was the little poisoner using his internal energy to dry her wet hair... She stopped struggling and stood obediently in place, her head slightly lowered as he fiddled with her.
She's not tactless; she just responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
Besides, the little poisoner made her feel very comfortable.
"Where...have you been these past two days?"
His fingers, which had been moving through her hair, paused, and his normally hoarse, deep voice became noticeably more cheerful.
"...Nothing much, I just searched around for herbs. What about you? Still looking for the little immortal?"
Jiang Ling'er lowered her head slightly, unable to see the person behind her, but she could imagine a tail wagging happily, and her mood inexplicably improved.
"Okay, alright? Can we go to sleep now?"
She hadn't given up searching for the Little Immortal Taoist for a single day. Little Poison knew about it, but he didn't know that besides her usual woodcutting work, she also worked at Uncle Shui's massage parlor. She didn't intend to tell him either. First, if he knew she was working to pay off his debts, he'd definitely make a scene and stop her from working… She didn't want to cause any more trouble, and she certainly didn't want him to feel guilty. Second, her hair was finally dry; if she didn't sleep soon, dawn would break.
Jiang Ling'er yawned lazily, and droplets of water welled up in her long, thick eyelashes, which were as dense as seaweed.
She was truly exhausted.
As he withdrew his internal energy, his fingers, which had been reaching for his collar, froze in place.
He lowered his hands to encircle her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. After a long pause, he reluctantly uttered a soft "Mmm," but quickly added:
"How about a kiss? I promise I won't do anything else! I haven't had one for days..."
The little poisoner seemed afraid of being rejected, and before Jiang Ling'er could respond, he half-forcefully grabbed her waist, turned her around, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Jiang Ling'er let out a slight "uh" in pain and couldn't help but pinch his waist. Unexpectedly, this person looked thin, but his body was rock hard and she couldn't pinch him!
Fortunately, the little poisonous creature only bit her once. With a slight tightening of the hand holding her waist, it lifted her feet off the ground, held her on the table with one hand, and then, with the other hand cupping her face, it penetrated her deeply, quickly taking away her lips, tongue, and breath.
Unlike before, when there was only a faint, delicate fragrance, the floral scent on the little poisoner's lips, tongue, clothes, and even the strands of his hair was so strong it couldn't be ignored. Especially on his lips, the moment their breaths met, Jiang Ling'er felt as if she had plunged into a sea of flowers. The rich floral fragrance made her dizzy, and she couldn't help but gently sniff away from his lips and tongue, breathing heavily and mumbling:
"What...is that on you? It smells so good."
Upon hearing this, the little poisonous creature paused for a moment before replying:
"Trumpet Creeper".
"...Campsis grandiflora?"
Jiang Ling'er frowned slightly and subconsciously repeated the word "x".
The trumpet creeper is not a rare flower; it can often be seen in the streets and alleys of Jinling. So, the fragrance on him is indeed similar to, yet different from, the trumpet creeper she had smelled.
She suddenly thought of someone who also loved incense, not only for herself but also for others.
However, it's not such a crisp fragrance, but a faint sandalwood scent, which can only be smelled when you get close.
The little devil seemed unwilling to continue this topic. He suddenly bit her lip, then hesitated, his thin lips repeatedly caressing her slightly swollen lips, murmuring in a low, husky voice as intoxicating as fine aged wine:
"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Ling'er answered without much thought:
"Ji Yunshu".
As soon as Jiang Ling'er finished speaking, the lips that had been caressing hers suddenly froze, and the intoxicating floral fragrance in the air quickly dissipated as she left.
The little poisoner took a step back, staring coldly at her, his face darkening as he suddenly raised his voice:
"You're still thinking about that sickly guy?!"
Jiang Ling'er was startled by the shout, her eyes blinking rapidly. Her muddled mind finally cleared a little, and she quickly said, "It wasn't me..."
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. The little poisoner's words made her realize that she hadn't thought about Ji Yunshu for a long time.
Looking back, he was just someone I once knew.
However, Jiang Ling'er's silence seemed to Little Poison to him as a form of acquiescence. His beautiful, dark eyes suddenly darkened, becoming heavy and filled with murderous intent.
"If only I had poisoned that sickly brat sooner!"
Jiang Ling'er paused upon hearing this, startled by the blazing murderous aura in the little poisoner's eyes. She quickly jumped off the table and immediately frowned, scolding:
"How can you casually talk about killing people!"
She had been trying her best to correct this guy's evil behavior of always shouting for violence, and thought she was seeing some initial success, but unexpectedly she was beaten back to her old ways. She retorted angrily, "Besides, he has a name and a surname. Don't always call him a 'consumptive ghost.' You're not much better than him."
Although she knew that the young poisoner looked sickly and frail because the old poisoner had planted a Gu worm in his body, regardless of the reason, the two were similar in stature and paleness, and at first glance, they even looked somewhat alike. Although Jiang Ling'er spoke from the heart, heaven and earth could bear witness that besides advising him not to take advantage of his youth and to take better care of his health, she meant absolutely nothing else.
However, the little poisonous creature misinterpreted it, and this time it was no small matter. It immediately exploded, its eyes shining with an astonishing light, its face contorted in a wounded expression, and the corners of its eyes even turning red.
"You're comparing me to that sickly guy?!"
Jiang Ling'er felt wronged. She opened her lips in vain but could not defend herself. She was not good with words to begin with, and after stammering "I...I...I" for a long time, she could not explain herself. She could only bite her lip and think, whatever!
The little poisoner stared at her eyes, his gaze landing on her obviously swollen, red lips, which she was biting—he had done it.
There was even a layer of glistening water stains on it.
He was the one who did it.
Even the disheveled clothes were all his doing.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes, his already hoarse voice growing even deeper, as he muttered to himself:
"Haven't I satisfied you at all?"
Jiang Ling'er was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then relented: "...What?"
Seeing the little poisonous creature's dark gaze fixed on her lips, and slowly moving downwards—
As if struck by lightning, Jiang Ling'er gasped and hurriedly waved her hands, stammering, "I...I absolutely didn't mean that!"
But it seems he won't listen to her anymore.
"You still have time to think about others while doing this... It's my fault. I've been too considerate of you all this time." The little poisoner chuckled softly as she slowly unbuttoned her outer robe. As the robe trailed on the ground, her eyelids lifted slightly, her dark pupils like those of an eagle eye watching its prey, a smile playing on her lips. "Don't rush to sleep, stay with me a little longer."
He chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
It was phrased as a suggestion, but there was absolutely no room for negotiation.
Jiang Ling'er instinctively stepped back, her lower back slamming against the table behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
A sudden shudder ran through her body, her fingertips trembled, and then she clenched her fists tightly. The sensation and burning heat of the little poisonous creature gripping her waist still lingered on her skin.
The candlelight was still burning, and all sleepiness had vanished.
It's over.
How can I possibly sleep now?
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