The snow demon's hands were very cold, several times colder than the ice and snow. Jiuxi looked at the woman supporting him with her clear eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you... Thank you, both ladies."
Even her voice was rough, like that of an old woman.
Mingye followed Jiuxi silently into the house. A bonfire was burning in the room, making it very warm. In the middle of the room, a large pot hung above the flames. The aroma of meat emanated from the pot, with a hint of spiritual energy and no animal smell at all. Jiuxi's eyes darted around, but she saw a broken arm under the bed. There was still blood on the arm, and a jewel ring on the middle finger...
This pot of broth...is human broth.
There were four women in the room. Apart from Xiaohua and Xiaodong, there was a beautiful woman sitting on the bed. She was dressed in white and had a small mole at the corner of her mouth. Her face was like piled ice and snow, and even had a bit of ethereality. The three charming women stood respectfully beside the beautiful woman.
Jiuxi, supported by Hei Wuchang and Mingye, sat down slowly. Although the floor was made of wood, it seemed to have geothermal heating, and it was warm when sitting down. Jiuxi also took the opportunity to look at the four women, and then slowly frowned. Obviously, the demonic aura was so strong, but these four women... seemed to be just small shrimps. Except for the snow demon leader, who had practiced for about a thousand years, and the other three had practiced for no more than three hundred years. They were able to transform into human form on this snow mountain. If they left the snow mountain, their bodies would probably melt into ice water.
Jiuxi's heart skipped a beat, as if she smelled a hint of conspiracy, while Hei Wuchang was breathing heavily and asked Jiuxi kindly, "Mom, does your leg still hurt?"
Perhaps because Jiuxi had been stiff for too long, even the four snow demons felt that something was wrong with her. Jiuxi looked at Hei Wuchang lovingly, even squeezing out a tear, and said with relief, "Son! Mother is old, and my legs...are useless now."
At this moment, the woman in white, who had been silent the entire time, exchanged glances. Xiaohua, who had been standing quietly, then walked over to Jiuxi. Her smile was as warm as the sun. She looked at Jiuxi's swollen old legs and said, "Madam... your legs can still be cured. Have some hot soup first."
As she spoke, Xiaohua took a soup bowl and scooped out some broth from the big pot. The sticky soup was stained with some oil. Although the soup was cooked in a delicious way, Jiuxi couldn't eat a single sip when he thought that it was human flesh. Jiuxi reached out and took the soup bowl from Xiaohua's hand, slowly bringing it close to his mouth. However, when he was about to drink the soup, he suddenly sneezed, and his hand didn't hold it firmly, so the soup spilled onto the ground.
A hint of resentment flashed across Xiaohua's eyes, but she still endured it and pretended to scoop another bowl of soup. However, Jiuxi shuddered and said, "Miss...Miss...I'm sorry...I'm not feeling well...I hope you don't mind."
These words dispelled the resentment in Xiaohua's chest. Xiaohua looked at the cloth covering Jiuxi's face and said, "Old Madam, are you feeling depressed? How about I take the cloth off for you?"
Jiuxi sighed softly and said in embarrassment, "Girl, this old woman's face is so ugly...you will be scared."
But Xiaohua was very stubborn. She wanted to take off the face towel on Jiuxi's face without even asking for Jiuxi's consent. Jiuxi simply didn't react at all, and Xiaohua quickly picked up Jiuxi's face towel with her white and tender fingers. When she saw Jiuxi's wrinkled face full of frostbite and other things, she really felt like vomiting.
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