Games with fairies

Chapter 117 How do you plan to blaspheme?

Dimly, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

On the other side of the misty river, she saw many familiar figures.

There were smiling faces that cheered her up and greeted her happily, but there were also many vicious faces that looked ferocious and wanted to rush over and kill her.

The latter one is the most common.

The ferocious faces were looming in the mist, which was strange and permeable.

They were all waiting for her to pass.

But Yan Xiaoru looked as normal as she stood on the river bank, without any panic.

She stood silently on the shore, looking at the ferocious figures and calling smiling faces on the other side, and slowly shook her head.

"not the right time yet……"

In the bamboo forest, Yan Xiaoru's open but still empty eyes moved, and then regained their energy.

"Uh... you're too cold, let me help you keep warm," Li Muyang said carefully while carefully observing the woman in front of him.

But Yan Xiaoru didn't blame him. She just glanced at Li Muyang's broad palm, and then looked at the burning fire aside.

I was afraid that the other party would go crazy on the spot and say something to take advantage of her while she was unconscious.

The woman who had just come back from the edge of death said such a leaping sentence after speaking.

Li Muyang also looked at her.

Li Muyang subconsciously retracted his hands.

Yan Xiaoru turned her head and looked at Li Muyang.

She saw the white snow falling in the night sky and the burning flames of the fire beside her.

"...What are you doing?" Yan Xiaoru sat up expressionlessly and asked.

"Huh? Oh...yes, yes, yes, it's time for dinner."

Behind Yan Xiaoru, the man's call became clearer and louder.

And the man sitting next to her was rubbing the skin all over her body with his thick hands.

The two looked at each other, and the air seemed to freeze.

Since you promised, you must do it.

Yan Xiaoru, who heard this voice, said softly: "I promised him that I would not die now..."

That man called her by her real name for the first time.

"It's time for dinner."

...Yan Xiaoru! Yan Xiaoru, wake up!

Yan Xiaoru lowered her head and looked at the man's hands holding her right hand. Extremely warm heat came from the other party's broad palm, soaking into her cold skin.

Li Muyang, who prides himself on being an active thinker, was stunned by these words.

Li Muyang immediately got up to prepare the bamboo shoots to be roasted tonight, and at the same time glanced back at Yan Xiaoru secretly.

This woman...isn't she really emotionally deficient?
  She was almost dead, but when she woke up she didn't care about life or death, nor did she care about Li Muyang touching her, but she cared about dinner?
  Although I know she is a foodie, her foodie attribute is too strong.

Li Muyang was preparing charcoal grilled bamboo shoots while observing the woman beside the fire.

But there was really nothing unusual about the woman who had just escaped death.

She sat next to the fire as always, took out an elixir from the Qiankun Ring and stuffed it into her mouth. She frowned slightly and took the very pungent elixir.

Then the purple aura on her face dissipated a little.

When Li Muyang sat back by the fire and started roasting bamboo shoots, the silent Yan Xiaoru took the initiative to speak.

She flipped her wrist lightly, and a small light cyan porcelain bottle appeared in her palm.

"This is the Xuan Du Heart-Breaking Pill. Take one pill a day and you can forcibly extend your life by taking it. The physical body of the Immortal Ascension Realm can take up to twenty-seven pills in a row."

"After twenty-seven days, if I still haven't left this secret realm, I will die suddenly and the gods will not be able to save me."

Yan Xiaoru looked at Li Muyang with a normal expression and said: "There are still twenty-seven days left. If you can't leave the secret realm, I hope you will fulfill your promise and bury me alive."

"Uh..." Yan Xiaoru suddenly mentioned such a heavy topic again, and Li Muyang was stunned.

He frowned and thought for a moment: "Twenty-seven days..."

It should be in time.

"Okay! When the time comes, I will fulfill my promise and bury Elder Yan alive! I will never desecrate your body!"

Li Muyang made a serious promise.

Yan Xiaoru frowned and glanced at him: "How do you plan to desecrate my body?"

"...I mean, no blasphemy!" What kind of understanding does this woman have? Li Muyang was misunderstood, and everyone felt numb.

Yan Xiaoru looked at him deeply and said, "I will trouble you in twenty-seven days."

After saying that, she closed her eyes.

This woman who had been chattering to Li Muyang before actually chose to remain silent today.

There was silence next to the fire, except for the sound of sparks crackling and exploding.

For some reason, Li Muyang suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The relationship between him and Yan Xiaoru seemed to have returned to the original unfamiliarity.

We obviously got along quite well before...

Li Muyang hesitated for a moment and decided to take the initiative to speak to break the awkward atmosphere between the two.

After all, we have to get along with each other for more than twenty days. It would be too uncomfortable if this embarrassment continues.

"...Um...Elder Yan, did you go outside just now to try to tame the fairy sword?"

Li Muyang was just looking for something to say and said nonsense.

But the woman by the fire opened her eyes and glanced at him.

"Just call me Yan Xiaoru."

She stared at the fire, not knowing what she was thinking, but her tone was still cold: "There are no Demon Sect elders here, and there are no Demon Sect disciples. I don't want to die as an elder of the Demon Sect."

"You can just call me by my name from now on."

Yan Xiaoru still had no hope of leaving the secret realm.

Li Muyang was a little curious: "Elder Yan, uh..."

As soon as Li Muyang spoke, he saw the woman next to the fire looking at him coldly.

That cold gaze seemed to kill someone.

Li Muyang immediately changed his tune.

"...Yan Xiaoru, why don't you want to die as an elder of the Demon Sect? Do you have any objections to the Soul Refining Sect?"

As an elder of the Demon Sect, it is an honor no matter how you think about it for people in the Demon Sect, right?
  Yan Xiaoru looked at him indifferently and said, "Want to know the reason?"

Li Muyang nodded obediently: "I'm a little curious..."

Hearing Li Muyang's honest answer, the woman next to the fire sneered.

"If you want to know, just marry me. Whoever marries me, I will tell him the reason."

She seemed to be joking, but her eyes remained cold.

Li Muyang was directly choked by these words.

Yan Xiaoru dared to make such a joke, but he didn't dare to accept it!
  He vaguely noticed that as her death approached, this woman's mentality seemed to be on the verge of some kind of distortion and madness.

So much so that when he speaks and acts, he feels a little crazy.

This is not surprising, after all, anyone would go crazy in a situation like her where death is getting closer every day.

The process of waiting for death is much scarier than immediate death.

When people face death, their emotions and thoughts will undergo great changes.

After Yan Xiaoru finished saying this inappropriate joke, deathly silence fell into the fireside again.

Li Muyang scratched his head, and finally changed the topic stiffly.

"... Speaking of which, when my sister came to the sect before, she brought me some fruits from Baiheling. They were yellow and orange and looked strange, but they tasted pretty good."

Li Muyang mentioned the delicious food, and the woman by the fire nodded calmly.

"The yellow sweet potato fruit from Baiheling tastes very good."

"But the best ones are hard to see in the garden of Old Man Baihe..."

Yan Xiaoru really knows a lot about food. When it comes to food, she knows all about it, and she is worthy of the nature of a foodie.

Li Muyang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the topic was finally successfully changed and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Now, he was sweating a little, and he just wanted to leave the secret realm before Yan Xiaoru went completely crazy.

If unfortunately he saw the dark history of this demon sect elder going crazy and leaving the secret realm, Yan Xiaoru would probably have to silence him!

Fortunately, it's already fast, if not twenty days, if it's faster, ten days will be enough.

In ten days, Elder Yan shouldn't do anything drastic... right?

(End of this chapter)