Chapter 31.2

I’m Not Tasty (2)

Ji Qingzhou tilted her head, she couldn’t resist, and just let herself go. She rested her head on the red qi, and he actually held her head. It was just that the scattered wisps brushing against her neck, behind her ears, and lips remained domineering and arrogant.

Three hours was really too long. Ji Qingzhou closed her eyes, and did not see that with the red qi surging again, she absorbed new power as well as a new batch of bright fragments.

This time she didn’t notice, so she didn’t hide, and a piece of debris hit her again.

Ji Qingzhou felt the cold in her hands. She raised her hand and tried to shake off the fragments. She really didn’t want to know too many secrets about Shen Rongyu. She couldn’t keep any secrets deep in her heart, and it would be terrible if she were to expose them one day.

However, the dazzling shard seemed to be a mirror fragment, shining brightly. It refused to be thrown away, and so a vividly clear picture was transmitted to Ji Qingzhou’s mind.

— When Shen Rong Yu recovered what he lost, he would more or less leak some memories buried in his divine sense. Both sides would expose their secrets when they were cultivating together. For example, Shen Rongyu could explore all the conditions of Ji Qingzhou’s body, and she in turn could also have a glimpse of his memories, which was fair enough.

The image that broke into Ji Qingzhou’s mind was very familiar. It was in the Xuanyun Sect, but not in the White Water Island. It seemed to be where the new disciples lived.

The living conditions of ordinary disciples in Xuanyun Sect weren’t that bad. Despite not being able to live in a separate immortal cave, their own small courtyards were also equipped.

At this time, it was night and Shen Rongyu was wielding a sword. He was gripping the Burial Snow Sword tightly in his hand. The sword trembled, and a snowy glint flashed. His hand seemed to be unable to hold the sword.

His cultivation base had now regressed to the first stage of Golden Core, and he could hardly suppress the ferocity of the sword.

But someone followed him. It was night, and the rest of the disciples had gone to practice behind closed doors. On the bluestone road, only two figures were left, and the moonlight stretched the shadows of two men.

“Shen Rongyu, you directly entered with the token of Perfected Yuan Wu, and you didn’t have to pass the Immortal Ascension Conference. It’s too unfair, don’t you think?” The disciple stopped in front of Shen Rongyu and bluntly questioned him, who had just entered the sect.

At this juncture, Shen Rongyu had yet to gain his fame in Xuanyun Sect. He gripped his sword, raised his eyes, and stared at the person against the moonlight.

“Is your sword a relic of the Dongshan royal family?” This disciple really had no eyesight, and deliberately mentioned his fallen family to stimulate him.

Shen Rongyu remained unresponsive, because all his strength was exerted to suppress his restless sword.

“Aren’t you going to show it to me? No matter how you look at it, I started earlier than you, so you should also call me a Shixiong,” the disciple spoke again.

Suddenly, Shen Rongyu raised the scabbard with his thumb, and the Burial Snow Sword came out of its scabbard, and under the full moon, the snow streak flashed, followed by a slender red line from a cut.

“Okay,” Shen Rongyu said.

— Let me show you.

Ji Qingzhou shook her hand again, and finally threw the shard out. However, she still saw the whole process — The scenes were all black and white, with no other colors.

Shen Rongyu had killed all the disciples who disappeared before to feed his sword, but then again, not long ago, she sat on the sword and said that it was indeed terrifying.

Ji Qingzhou felt deeply tangled. Was she afraid? But she didn’t know how to be terrified. After knowing it was Shen Rongyu’s doing, she even felt that the man deserved it.

She pulled her thoughts back, and realized that the vital energy belonging to Shen Rongyu was still rubbing against the side of her neck intimately, as if drawing her completely into his arms. He unconsciously was so aggressive, but every time, he was kind enough to leave her a breathing space.

Ji Qingzhou sighed softly. When three hours passed, she opened her eyes and was shocked to realize that she was in Shen Rongyu’s arms. He had supported her and kept her in a comfortable position, so she didn’t suffer from back pain.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong—” Ji Qingzhou was stunned, pushed Shen Rongyu on the shoulder, and withdrew from his arms. Her face was rosy, mainly because Shen Rongyu almost smothered her in their cultivation space.

With sweat soaking her forehead and her hair sticking to the side of her ears, Ji Qingzhou took a deep breath of the cool wind blowing in front of her. Night had already fallen.

Youyou again flew over from nowhere and forcibly squeezed in between her and Shen Rongyu, whining and chirping.

Ji Qingzhou scratched her chin again and again. She focused on interacting with the little guy and pretended that Shen Rongyu was non-existent.

With what happened in the cultivation space, she felt more challenged to face him now…

Seeing that he was ignored, Shen Rongyu picked up Youyou, preventing her from touching it. He asked, “Why are you hiding from me?”

Ji Qingzhou couldn’t express her grievances. Why was he ignorant to the reason she was avoiding him?

She raised her head, and with her collar that slid down a little, her slender and fair neck was exposed more: “Xiao Yu-shixiong, I’m going back.”

Ji Qingzhou’s face was still red, from the side of her neck to the base of her ears. Shen Rongyu looked at her earlobe and said after a long time, “I’ll take you back.”

“I want to touch Youyou again,” Ji Qingzhou said.

Shen Rongyu put the beast back in her hand, and the little guy jumped into her arms in fright.

Ji Qingzhou rubbed its back and said, “Xiao Yu-shixiong, the Ice Spirit Fruit is not delicious. Youyou probably won’t find it delicious either.”

— So you’d better not take it and feed it to your sword.

Shen Rongyu had no clue what was coursing through Ji Qingzhou’s brain circuit, but he still replied with a smile, “That’s for sure.”

“I also ate Ice Spirit Fruit.” Ji Qingzhou thought about it. She felt that she must subtly reduce Shen Rongyu’s interest in the fruit.

“That’s why I think I’m not tasty either,” she imparted, her voice soft and gentle.

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Afterword:

Shen Rongyu: Really?