The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 368 - 217 Rescue_2

"..." He touched his forehead with his hand. She actually still remembered that matter, "Right."

Her interest was immediately piqued: "How do you know? Don’t tell me, you and some female fox demon once...?" She was just making wild guesses, but as soon as the words left her mouth, even she herself was taken aback.

She cared about the answer to the question.

As a result, Changtian was obviously displeased: "Don’t make wild guesses."

Why was he unhappy? And he did not directly answer yes or no. Could it be, she had hit upon something from his past?

The smile on Ning Xiaoxian’s lips gradually faded, becoming contemplative.

Tu Jin had been standing by like a stone sculpture all morning. The fox on the couch couldn’t move, posing no threat to Ning Xiaoxian, so he was happy to relax, and it seemed there was some displeasure between her and Lord Changtian. But as usual, it was none of his business.

He shrugged his shoulders and took his leave.

Dinner time arrived. The maids brought over food for several people, and Ning Xiaoxian held Miluo facing herself, pushing the portion of food for Tu Jin in front of him: "Eat up, times have changed, you need to replenish your strength." Demons could feed on the aura of dawn and the dew of evening, but his injuries were too severe, and any energy absorbed from any source was precious.

But he glanced at the food and didn’t move. Enemy assaults had whirled around him like gales and storms, draining every last bit of his demonic power. But to eat like a little dog in front of her? No, thank you!

"What’s wrong?" Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened, "Although the Qi Family is nouveau riche, they still care a lot about their food. Look, there’s pig’s blood curd, red dates, and job’s tears, all good foods for replenishing blood and Qi."

He gave her a cold glance and turned his head away.

She was quick-witted and had roughly guessed the reason. With a sigh, she said: "Well, if you won’t eat, you won’t eat. Waiting on you is like serving an ancestor." She took something out of her sleeve and before he could see clearly, stuffed it into his mouth, "Nibble on this, and do it slowly."

The thing stuffed into his mouth was astringent, with a bitter aftertaste of sweetness. He had eaten plenty of tonics before, and he recognized at once that this was at least a seven-hundred-year-old high-quality Red Jade Ginseng. This was indeed what he currently needed the most. Red Jade Ginseng’s medicinal effect was far above ordinary ginseng. He had only swallowed two mouthfuls when he felt a cool Spiritual Energy rising from his stomach, spreading throughout his body, seemingly making significant improvements to both his external and deep-seated injuries.

This was the power of Spiritual Medicine. She pursed her lips, feeling the pinch, "Don’t ungrateful, this cost me twenty thousand Silver to buy." In truth, the Red Jade Ginseng wasn’t truly valuable to her, her soil of life nurtured many treasures, and the Jade Paste she took daily was what Miluo needed most.

But he had previously pursued her, intimidated her, why should she be so kind to him? Besides, he was a fearsome Great Demon, what if he recovered too quickly and she wasn’t prepared for it?

Unfortunately, Miluo didn’t know the little scheme she was playing, just looking at her with eyes like the Red Jade.

To be so kind to a demon met by chance, was this woman good-hearted or calculating? Had she really not recognized him? But no matter what, he must assume this favor.

That night, the moon rose above the willow tree tops.

Ning Xiaoxian stood by the window, squinting her eyes, letting the silvery moonshine drape over her face. Any demon would feel an affinity for moonlight.

Today, she wore a purple embroidered robe with silver accents, her hair casually tied up behind her head. Under the moonlight, she seemed like a glowing piece of white jade, pure yet with a hint of allure and nobility, like the irises he had hidden among today, dignified, concealed and yet passionate.

Miluo watched her and suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. Since breaking away from her mortal shell, her aura seemed to have undergone a significant change. Nobility was something originally belonging to Cultivators, and now as she stood there leisurely, without a speck of gold upon her, she still conveyed a sense of luxury.

Feeling Miluo’s gaze, Ning Xiaoxian turned her head, smiled at him, and knowing that this guy was reluctant to circulate his inner core in front of her, she leisurely went upstairs.

In front of him, she was always composed.

Miluo withdrew his gaze and sacrificed his lackluster inner core, drawing Moonlight from the bright moon, replenishing the desperately needed Spiritual Power in his body. Light noises came from upstairs, and he knew Ning Xiaoxian hadn’t gone to sleep either, a sudden curiosity struck him: What was this woman doing?

What she did at this moment, of course, was the same as Miluo, drawing in from the moon, except she also had a Moonlight Cup busy condensing the dew in front of her. This was her secret with Changtian, others had no right to share.

The night passed peacefully like this.

Miluo didn’t fall asleep until dawn. His body’s Spiritual Power was nearly drained, and he was forced to sleep like a mortal to regulate his bodily functions.

He slept soundly, unaware of the movements beside him until someone gently lifted his forelimb, and he immediately awoke.

There was someone by his side! His muscles tensed instantly, but then from above came a delicate scolding: "Relax! The wound is going to bleed again!" He looked up, his eyes meeting a pair of dark, clear almond eyes with slightly upturned corners, lively and beautiful.

It was her. He unconsciously relaxed.

Seeing him relax, Ning Xiaoxian continued to change the gauze on his chest. The blood stains from last night were firmly stuck on it, and despite her carefulness, the White Fox still involuntarily twitched a few times.

It seemed very painful, that’s good. Ning Xiaoxian raised her eyebrows; this person had once made her flee as if her life depended on it. Although she was magnanimous enough not to take his life, he must still endure some hardship! (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)