Fox Rory talked a lot.
Xue Xingchi felt that it was not very reliable.
He suddenly became interested and became dull. The overly unrestrained smile disappeared from his white face, leaving only a dead silence.
The fox immediately shut his mouth.
Its fluffy fur exploded, and it was terrified.
Xue Xingchi had no intention of taking care of it, so he left the fox behind and returned to the hotel.
Opening the door casually, Xue Xingchi easily walked into Lingchan's room as the layers of talismans and protective spells seemed to not exist.
The warm fragrance floats, the fragrance of flowers with crisp dew in early spring.
Lingchan was lying on the large wooden bed, sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, and her pink and white skin was rosy.
Xue Xingchi looked at Lingchan carefully.
The girl he had a glimpse of ten years ago made him toss and turn and never forget her. He finally waited until she came down the mountain.
Xue Xingchi had imagined how Lingchan would look when she grew up. She must be sweet and cute, like all Wushan people, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, which is annoying.
He will carefully choose a way to die for her and send her off on her way.
But...she doesn't look like one of those stubborn donkeys now.
Lingchan doesn't have that sense of justice and isn't that kind.
Xue Xingchi felt disappointed.
Why does he think the fox is unreliable?
Because... the fox didn't even see that Xue Xingchi had murderous intent towards Lingchan.
Lingchan's current temper is very to his liking.
Xue Xingchi wanted to kill her even more.
The girl sleeping on the bed, her long black hair like crow feathers spread out, guarding her slender and thin neck.
Xue Xingchi put his hand up in fascination.
very warm.
The light blue blood vessels were beating under his palm.
A little itchy, a little warm, a little happy...
"Well……"
Lingchan snorted, raised her chin as if feeling uncomfortable, and rubbed Xue Xingchi's hand.
Xue Xingchi retracted his hand as if it was burned.
The girl who was looking at the sleeping girl grunted, turned over, and half of her face retracted into the quilt.
Xue Xingchi's heart was beating fast, and he was in a daze as he looked at the pink and white face with only half of it exposed.
So cute... What kind of death is worthy of Shang Lingchan?
He thought about it for a long time.
Until Lingchan kicked the quilt away and muttered: "It's hot..."
Xue Xingchi caught the quilt with quick eyes and hands, and covered Ling Chan with it. He carefully pressed down the four corners to prevent Ling Chan from kicking the quilt away again.
Lingchan twisted in the quilt a few times and soon started to sweat, "It's so hot..."
Xue Xingchi thought for a while, turned around and opened the window.
The cool breeze blew in slowly, causing Chan to close her eyes tightly and smile sweetly.
Xue Xingchi stood aside and stared at her in a daze seriously.
It wasn't until the sky turned slightly dim and a light green color appeared on the horizon, making Chan's long eyelashes tremble, that Xue Xingchi reluctantly left.
…
Xue Xingchi returned to his room. Someone still brought clothes to him last night. He rummaged through them pickily, barely found a decent piece of clothing, and quickly ran to the courtyard of the hotel.
After Lingchan jumped on the roof and finished practicing with the help of the ignorant energy from the sky, he opened his eyes and saw Xue Xingchi standing in the yard, looking into the distance with a melancholy look on his face.
It was already bright.
The early spring sunshine adhered to the hazy fog and enveloped him in a vast way. Xue Xingchi raised his eyes and looked at Ling Chanshi. There seemed to be a heavy fog that could not be dispersed in his dark eyes, which was quiet and gloomy.
Lingchan: "..."
What's wrong? Why didn't you laugh when you saw me practicing?
Xue Xingchi waited for a long time, but Lingchan didn't say anything. He had no choice but to take over his own role, feeling sad and longing, "What does it feel like to practice...?"
"I don't feel anything, monks are not omnipotent." Lingchan's face was paralyzed.
Although this small world can practice cultivation, its spiritual energy has collapsed and it has entered the Age of Ending Dharma.
Xue Xingchi nodded and asked, "Did you have a good rest yesterday?"
His face was filled with uncontrollable pride, "Is the hotel I recommended to you good?" I took very good care of you last night! You’re sure to have a great night’s sleep!
Lingchan: "..."
She said with a wooden face, "It's not good at all."
She gritted her teeth, "The quality of the facilities in this store is so bad. The window was blown open by the wind yesterday, and the bugs that flew in bit me all over."
"The so-called monks are just empty-handed! Even a little bug can secretly bite me while I'm sleeping!"
Lingchan thought about being stared at all night last night and pretending to be sleeping, her whole body stiffened, and now she felt uncomfortable. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, trying her best to protect Xue Xingchi.
Xue Xingchi: "..."
How has the noble little prince ever taken care of anyone? He knew he had to put a quilt on Lingchan, or was it because this was a common plot in story books!
He himself, a person who cannot cultivate, can avoid being invaded by mosquitoes, but Lingchan, a monk, can't?
Xue Xingchi was so wronged that he said, "You can't blame me..."
"Of course I don't blame you," Lingchan gritted her teeth, "I can only blame the evil wind last night!"
...The two had breakfast together, and not long after, Lingchan received a letter from Mayor Wushan.
The Wushan Inspection Team has arrived, and they will start investigating the affairs of the Jin Mansion.
Ling Chan is ready to go.
She reached out and knocked on the table. Xue Xingchi, who was concentrating on reading the script, raised his head and looked at her.
Lingchan: "I'm leaving. As one of the participants in the Jinfu incident, you can either come with me or go to the Wushan Town Government Office for isolation."
"You followed me," Xue Xingchi said decisively, "You promised to send me back to Dayong."
"?" Lingchan asked, "When did I promise?"
"?" Xue Xingchi was angry, "How dare you deny it!"
Ling Chan had never agreed, but Xue Xingchi never refused him. Ling Chan didn't answer, and he assumed that Ling Chan had agreed.
[We are going to Huachun City, which is at the junction of Dayan and Dayong.] The system is looking at the map, [We can take Xue Xingchi to Huachun first. 】
[Maybe while walking, he will slip away on his own. 】
Lingchan looked at Xue Xingchi opposite.
Xue Xingchi caught her gaze and smiled at her, with red lips and white teeth, and eyes like cold pools.
The image of a prince who is a bit arrogant and a bit squeamish.
But he sneaked into Ling Chan's room in the middle of the night, and all the spells cast by Ling Chan failed to stop him.
For the first time in a long time, Lingchan felt that her scalp was numb, and the strong sense of crisis turned into an electric current of excitement that surged into her brain, making her tremble.
Stronger than her, more ruthless than her, more perverted than her, and even wants to kill her.
What should she do?
…
The carriage rumbled, and Xue Xingchi slumped on his chair.
Opposite him, Lingchan was sitting upright, with her hands on her knees, her palms facing the sky, her eyes closed and her mind resting.
Xue Xingchi couldn't control his gaze. It seemed to have its own consciousness, always sliding towards Lingchan's wrist.
There was no flesh on the slender wrist, and green blood vessels floated slightly from the white and soft skin. Xue Xingchi thought of the feeling of the aorta in his neck pulsing in his palm last night.
He felt a little itchy.
Picking up a pot of tea, Xue Xingchi raised his hand and poured it into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
A surge of soreness spread out in his mouth. Xue Xingchi couldn't hold the teapot steady and covered his mouth and coughed wildly.
Lingchan opened her eyes in surprise, took a pot of tea, poured out most of it, and poured herself a cup.
"Is it okay? It's just ordinary tea..." Lingchan opened her eyes and told lies. She put a lot of ingredients into the tea when she made it, just to retaliate against Xue Xingchi for disturbing her sleep at the latest.
Xue Xingchi's eyes turned red from coughing, and he covered his mouth and asked, "Did you make this pot of tea?"
"Yes." Lingchan didn't dare to admit anything.
Then, she looked at Xue Xingchi with red eyes, coughing and pouring the added devil's tea into his mouth as if he was masochistic.
"Cough cough cough..."
Good night┗(ω)┛
(End of chapter)
