Games with fairies

Chapter 115 Are you tired of me?

In the Demon Sword City, white snow is flying.

Those inner disciples who were wandering around the city in white robes didn't know that the mysterious murderer who went on a killing spree in Yunxiao City had now set his sights on them.

In the secret realm, Li Muyang, who was judged dead by everyone, finished eating the charcoal-grilled bamboo shoots, lay back and curled up.

"Sleep, good night, Elder Yan."

After Li Muyang had eaten and drank enough, he lay down on the spot.

This is his temporary residence in the bamboo forest, with a huge rock above his head to protect him from the wind and rain.

The fire burned, releasing a warm breath.

Although Li Muyang's body is at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm, even if his cultivation level is cut off, he will not freeze to death in the snow.

But it’s still nice to have a fire to grill.

Play games every day, practice Jinghong Sword Art, and then get some bamboo shoots to eat. After eating, continue playing games, and then go to bed.

Li Muyang's life has returned to its original routine.

But every time it was time for dinner, when the smoke from the bamboo forest started to rise, Yan Xiaoru would come uninvited and take the initiative to eat the roasted bamboo shoots without any courtesy.

It's a pity that there are no animals in the secret realm. Otherwise, if the bamboo forest is so big, it would be great to have a few bamboo rats eating meat.

She returned to the green grass outside the bamboo forest and sat ten feet in front of the Jade Fairy's tomb every day, trying to conquer the Jinghong Fairy Sword.

Could this woman have waited until she finished eating snacks before deciding to commit suicide?

The first formal conversation between the two in the secret realm ended in this way.

There is not much food in this secret place, among which the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest taste the best.

Opposite Li Muyang, the woman who had finished eating the charcoal-grilled bamboo shoots but was still unsatisfied frowned.

As time went by, Li Muyang became more and more proficient in Jinghong Sword Technique.

The bamboo shoots nourished by spiritual energy really taste great.

Li Muyang found it inexplicably funny.

The relationship between him and Yan Xiaoru seemed to have become much closer while drinking and eating together.

Li Muyang observed a little and found that Yan Xiaoru never ate anything else except these bamboo shoots.

Apparently, she had eaten all the snacks and pastries in the Qiankun Ring... Tsk...

Who would have thought that Elder Yan of the Demon Refining Sect, so cold on the outside, is actually a complete foodie in private?
  Fortunately, there is an endless supply of bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Li Muyang roasts a lot of bamboo shoots to feed Yan Xiaoru every day, hoping that this foodie will not rush to seek death.

Yan Xiaoru looked at the free and unrestrained outer disciple in front of her, who showed no restraint in front of her, and seemed to want to say something.

Although such an attempt is doomed to fail.

But in the end, she just put down the bamboo stick in her hand and said "hmm" expressionlessly.

Yan Xiaoru has not attempted suicide since her failed attempt on New Year's Eve.

Li Muyang’s staple food is basically grilled bamboo shoots.

Perhaps it was Li Muyang's carefree and unrestrained behavior that infected her. When facing Li Muyang, Yan Xiaoru gradually let go of her presumptuous attitude as an elder of the Demon Sect.

The conversation and exchange between her and Li Muyang no longer had the air of condescension, and seemed much more relaxed and freehand.

Although she is still talkative and aloof, this is purely the nature of this foodie woman.

As the two sat around the fire roasting bamboo shoots, Yan Xiaoru gradually began to take the initiative to talk about eating-related topics.

Pastries from Yunxiao City, roasted fish from Haiyan City, oranges from Qingyan Ridge, roasted lamb from Wushi Mountain... When it comes to food, Yan Xiaoru knows all the treasures.

The toxins in her body were getting worse and worse, but the number of words she talked to Li Muyang increased day by day. When her face turned purple from time to time and her breath became extremely weak, she suddenly began to talk about the past, her hometown, her parents, and her former master.

Only then did Li Muyang know that this extremely cold Elder Yan was actually only 29 years old this year!
  Traveling to the realm of the gods at such a young age, his future is simply limitless.

But Yan Xiaoru, a 29-year-old genius in the Immortal Realm, now looked like he was dead.

The poison spread throughout her body and penetrated deep into her bones.

Her face often turned purple and blue, the blood vessels on her body turned a strange light black color, and there was a thick black air in her palms.

She became more talkative and her symptoms became more severe.

In the end, she didn't even leave the bamboo forest.

Even when Li Muyang was pretending to sleep and play games, the woman was sitting not far from Li Muyang, minding her own business and talking messy nonsense.

Some are her past life experiences, some are her insights from spiritual practice, and she even talked about some of her past thoughts intermittently.

These were secrets that could not be told easily, but she told Li Muyang them all without reservation.

But Li Muyang was busy playing games, so most of the time he could only pretend to be asleep and ignore what she said.

Yan Xiaoru's symptoms became more and more serious, and Li Muyang couldn't help but become anxious.

Now this woman is already feeling a little confused. If she delays it any longer, she won't really die in the secret realm, right?
  Li Muyang was even more eager to practice the Jinghong Sword Technique in the game, holding the humanoid master's head and constantly killing monsters.

His qualifications are too ordinary. If he wants to learn the top-level heart-controlling art such as the Jinghong Sword Art, he must work hard enough, even with the help of the system.

But Li Muyang did not dare to relax at this time.

He devoted almost all his time to the game, even reducing the time for eating and sleeping as much as possible, trying to speed up his practice progress.

As Li Muyang shortened his time for eating and resting, he and Yan Xiaoru spent less and less time chatting together.

There is no problem with this. After all, although the two of them are in the same secret realm, their identities are too different.

One is an elder from the Demon Sect, and the other is a miscellaneous fish from the outer sect. Although he can temporarily speak because of the crisis, the miscellaneous fish is still a miscellaneous fish after all, and he cannot get too carried away.

Li Muyang always has a clear understanding of his status.

I don’t want to get too carried away now and be punished by Yan Xiaoru in the future.

But such disregard seemed to make the eyes of the dying woman become increasingly dim.

Finally, it was another night. Li Muyang finished roasting bamboo shoots as usual, quickly ate all his portion, and lay down to pretend to sleep.

But at this moment, the woman who had been silent for a long time by the fire suddenly spoke.

"Li Muyang..."

The woman's voice was extremely weak, but her tone was as cold as ever.

But she rarely called Li Muyang by his name and looked at Li Muyang quietly.

After seeing Li Muyang open his eyes and sit up, the woman looked into Li Muyang's eyes and asked seriously.

"Are you tired of me?"

The woman's voice was weak, but she asked very seriously.

Li Muyang was stunned when he heard this question and blinked: "Huh?"

What the hell...where do you start talking about this?
  Li Muyang was confused.

But he saw the woman beside the fire looking at him and speaking quietly and word by word.

"Next, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I'm going to teach you the "Netherworld Demonic Skills" that I practice. Are you willing to learn it?"

(End of this chapter)