She almost spat out the herbs she hadn't swallowed.
'You're cold …'
It was early autumn in the mountains of the Southern Lands. The night wind was strong but not bone-chilling. Moreover, there was a huge fire under her.
'Only a ghost would believe that you're really cold.'
She watched as the man lay on the top of the tree, resting his chin on his hand and looking at her body. He seemed to be planning to use the most primitive method of keeping warm with her. She retreated further away from the fire.
Although this person looked noble and elegant, not like a wretched rapist, but in this world, who knew if there was a dirty heart hidden under a good appearance? Just like … Pei Yuan.
Her jet-black eyes were overflowing with color under the reflection of the fire. She looked at the man with a vigilant expression. Her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her slightly pale face. She looked a little like some kind of small beast that was in a state of nervousness, waiting for battle.
The man opposite her looked at her with interest and said, "Miss, are you cold?"
'Good, everything is going according to plan.'
Unconvinced, Meng Fuyao continued to move backward while replying rebelliously, "It's hot."
The man smiled. His smile was graceful and elegant. He said casually, "Then take it off."
…
Meng Fuyao, who had already moved three meters away, suddenly jumped up like a wolf. With a flip, she tried to scurry to the opposite cliff.
The man watched as she flew, but did not move. He just casually pressed down on his lapel and chuckled.
As he moved, his lapel suddenly opened, and a fiery red fruit rolled out.
The eyes of Fuyao, who was still somersaulting, lit up.
'This, this, this … The color is warm and the fragrance is cold. Is this the healing holy fruit, the Red Kirin?'
The fruit rolled over and was clearly seen by Meng Fuyao. It was indeed a special holy fruit from the Snowy Mountains of Di Continent. It was said that it only grew in the deep valleys of the snowy mountains and could not be found by ordinary people.
With a thud, Meng Fuyao fell to the ground halfway through her somersault.
She immediately got up and stepped on the fruit. She glanced at the man in front of her. 'He doesn't seem to have any objections?' She quickly reached for it.
"Xiu!"
A white light flashed in front of her, as fast as lightning. A small gust of wind swept over and crashed into Fuyao's hand. She let out a yelp and let go of it. The white light leaped into the air and landed a kick on Fuyao's nose.
Then, with a graceful roll, he faced the fruit that had fallen from Fuyao's palm. With a loud thud, he hugged the fruit to his heart's content.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. She felt a gust of wind, a sharp pain in her nose, and a faint fruity aroma. The Healing Holy Fruit was gone.
She raised her hand in a daze and rubbed her nose. She plucked a finger-long strand of white hair from the tip of her nose. 'What is this?'
He looked at the ground in a daze. A ball of pink and white was standing on tiptoe and proudly holding the fiery red fruit. It was walking on one leg and handing it to the man. It was actually a classic ballet pose.
She stared at the palm-sized thing — a rabbit? Smaller than a rabbit? A squirrel? Whiter than a squirrel? A Dutch mouse? Fatter than a Dutch mouse, with shiny black eyes, beautiful snow-white fur, and a body so plump that her three measurements were indistinguishable. It was like a real-life version of Hamtaro. In her previous life, such a cute little thing would definitely cause a lot of pet lovers to scream.
But when it came to snatching things, it was a little too vicious.
Sensing Fuyao's gaze, the Dutch mouse immediately turned its head and bared its snow-white front teeth at her. In the firelight, the teeth shone like two knives.
Meng Fuyao could not help but feel a little angry at the menacing stare. She had been really unlucky recently. She had been betrayed, interrogated, and pushed off a cliff. Now, even a fat rat was looking down on her. It was too depressing to live like this.
In a bad mood, Fuyao curled her lips and bared her teeth at the fat mouse. 'In terms of size, my teeth are bigger than yours!'
In front of the fire, the man and the mouse faced each other with their teeth bared and glared at each other.
The man, who had been watching them with a smile, could not help but laugh. He looked at Fuyao with interest and waved his hand at the little thing.
"Ingot."
The fat mouse wiggled its butt and ignored him.
"Master Ingot!"
Ingot immediately jumped up and scurried over with the fruit in his arms. He handed the fruit to the man in a flattering manner.
The man shook his head and pointed in Fuyao's direction.
"Squeak, squeak!"
It sounded like it was protesting.
"Hmm?"
Lord Ingot slowly raised his head, and reluctantly dawdled for a long time, then slowly turned the fruit in another direction.
It stared at the fruit in sorrow, its eyes filled with the lingering sadness of parting with life and death.
Meng Fuyao's mood improved when she saw its sadness. She reached out her hand and snatched the fruit from its grasp.
At the same time, she grabbed a strand of hair from Ingot's butt.
This was revenge for being kicked in the nose.
"Squeak, squeak!"
Lord Ingot jumped up angrily and did another 360-degree spin in mid-air. It seemed like he was going to use his' front handspring, straight body forward somersault, 180-degree turn 'again. How could Meng Fuyao allow herself to be trampled on by a rat again? She twisted her body and dodged it.
Seeing that the kick in the nose had failed, Ingot immediately changed tactics. He jumped on the fruit and spat on it.
She immediately picked up the fat body and threw it away. Lord Ingot flew out, and with a flash of her knife, the skin of the fruit that had spat on the rat was cleanly cut off. She flung the skin over Lord Ingot's head and sent it crashing into her master's arms.
After three rounds of battle, Fuyao emerged victorious.
The white shadow jumped up and down on the man's body, grabbing his clothes and screaming. It seemed to be angrily complaining. The man leaned leisurely against the tree, pinching Ingot's little nose and talking to it.
"Who told you to bully me first …"
"Squeak squeak!"
"You didn't lose out either. You kicked her …"
"Squeak squeak!" Ingot turned around and showed his fat butt to the man.
"You have a thousand strands of hair on your butt. How can I tell which one is missing?"
"Squeak squeak." Ingot peeled and peeled with all his might.
The man could not take it anymore. He grabbed him by the neck and forced him to stand upright. "Speak properly. You didn't wash your butt last night!"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Alright … it's just your snacks … let her have them. I'll make it up to you next time …"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Your temper is getting worse. It's all because they spoil you." The man's patience was finally wearing thin, but he was still not angry. He only smiled and fumbled around in his arms. "Hmm … it's tiring to carry so many snacks. Throw them all away, huh?"
"Squeak … squeak …"
Lord Ingot quieted down and squatted down to draw circles. The man patted his head and was about to speak to Fuyao when his gaze landed on her bulging mouth. Suddenly, he froze.
"You … finished the Red Kirin?"
Fuyao chewed with all her might and swallowed the fruit in two or three bites. "Yes, I finished it."
If I don't eat the good stuff while the two of you are bickering, am I supposed to wait for that guy to come to my mouth to snatch it?
The man stared at her, amused, for a while before shaking his head.
"Seems like you don't know. You can only use half of the Kirin Fruit, or you will be poisoned."
"Huh?!"
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