Knowing that Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao were both unconventional and playful people, Ji Fengyao casually gave them some of the things she made.
I never expected Black Owl to come in so quickly, especially in broad daylight and in front of everyone.
Seeing Chen Xiaoyi politely accept the candy and put it in his mouth, he praised with shining eyes: "Mmm, your extra-delicious candy is even more fragrant and delicious!"
As he spoke, he gave Black Owl a thumbs up.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Ji Fengming: "..."
Black Owl's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he handed him another one: "It's delicious, so have some more."
"Okay, Brother Xiao, you're such a good person!" Chen Xiaoyi happily took the candy and ate it with great relish.
Shang Xiye's lips twitched, and she turned her face away, unable to bear looking at him.
Ji Fengyao also coughed lightly and guiltily looked away.
Ji Fengming wore an awkward yet sympathetic smile, silently mourning for Chen Xiaoyi in his heart: If you become the first pitiful ghost in history to die from diarrhea, I will burn paper money for you during festivals and holidays, wishing you a safe journey.
As they approached the summit, those with weaker physiques and martial arts skills among the climbers began to pant heavily, saying to those around them, "The path on Niu Mang Mountain is difficult to traverse."
Initially, these words did not attract much attention, because Niu Mang Mountain is indeed steep, with a slope of almost 75 degrees from the foot of the mountain upwards.
But soon someone realized something was wrong.
Because they were all martial artists, not ordinary people;
Even when climbing a steep slope, you won't be so exhausted that you're drenched in sweat and nearly collapse.
However, by this time, the people at the very front had already reached the top of Niu Mang Mountain;
Looking up, they saw several masked men in black robes moving about on the fifty-odd-foot-high Broken Soul Cliff.
"Miss Xique, I'm sorry to trouble you," Zhuo Cong said softly and ingratiatingly to Xique when he saw people coming down the cliff.
"It's okay, come on, it's not like we're really tied up anyway," Xique said nonchalantly as she got up and took out a handkerchief to wipe the oil stains from her mouth and hands.
At this moment, another henchman handed Zhuo Cong a hemp rope about the thickness of an finger.
Zhuo Cong carefully looped the hemp rope around the magpie's body, gently tightening it as he asked, "Is it too tight? Does it hurt?"
"Ouch, loosen it a bit, loosen it a bit," the magpie deliberately whispered.
Zhuo Cong then loosened his grip a little more.
After finishing winding the rope, he finally tucked the other end into the magpie's hand: "Hold on tight, don't take it off, or the rope will come undone."
"I know, I'll be careful," Xi Que looked at Zhuo Cong with eyes that said, "I'm absolutely reliable," and even winked teasingly.
Zhuo Cong, a dignified seven-foot-tall man who had experienced many storms, was completely captivated by Xi Que's every smile and gesture, almost drooling on the spot.
Zhuo Cong's gang saw the rope clinging precariously to Xi Que's body, as if it could fall off at any moment.
collective:"……"
Boss, you might as well not tie him up at all!
If Miss Magpie walks out like that, people will think we're provoking them!
Noticing the complicated looks on everyone's faces, Xique looked down at herself and realized it was indeed a bit too much: "Hmm, it seems a bit loose, I'll tighten it."
As she spoke, she tugged at the end of the rope behind her and twisted it around her hands twice, finally managing to create a small groove in her clothes.
"Miss Xique is very sensible," one of the underlings quickly flattered.
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