Chapter 2249: Chapter 2249: Medicine That Amazed the World (34)

"Am I... more important?" Could he be more important?

"Yes."

The young man was silent for a moment, suddenly hugged Chuzheng tightly, his breath hot against Chuzheng’s skin.

Chuzheng took a deep breath inwardly, holding the young man, gazing at the stars on the horizon.

Unknowingly, Jing Po fell asleep; Chuzheng carried him back into the coffin, and just as she placed him inside, the young man woke up with a start.

His eyes, wet as if he had a nightmare, still carried traces of panic.

Chuzheng touched his forehead, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The young man grasped her wrist, holding her with both arms, "You... come inside."

Chuzheng raised her eyebrow slightly, "Hmm?"

The young man gritted his teeth, "You... come inside to sleep."

"Are you inviting me?"

The young man hesitated for a long time but finally nodded, "...Yes."

Chuzheng rubbed his head, "It’s too cramped, you sleep by yourself, be good."

Urgency colored the young man’s brows, "I... I don’t want to be alone."

"I’m right here."

"I don’t want that."

The young man was suddenly stubborn and determined, refusing to let go of Chuzheng.

After a while of stalemate with him, Chuzheng jumped inside from the outside.

The space was not spacious; it was fine sitting, but lying down was a bit crowded.

Chuzheng held Jing Po, "What kind of nightmare were you having just now?"

"...You killed me." The scene in the Illusion Realm reappeared over and over.

Chuzheng inexplicably felt a pang of anxiety.

"And you still dare to let me sleep with you?"

Jing Po said nothing, only hugged Chuzheng tighter, as if wanting to merge this person into his body.

Silently, Chuzheng gazed at the starry night sky, unsure how much time had passed; she kissed the young man’s forehead, and closed her eyes.

Immersed in the night-colored mountain forest, the pitch-black coffin lay silent on the ground, bathed in moonlight.

A bug jumped out from the grass, hopping near the coffin.

Before it could explore what this dark object was, it was flicked away by a silver beam.

-

Chuzheng found a place to stay, Jing Po secluded himself to refine his antidote; Chuzheng, with nothing else to do, sat outside watching the River of Forgetfulness flowing below.

No matter where she was, she could see this river.

Inside, evil spirits roamed freely, resentment abundantly.

Evil spirits cannot leave the River of Forgetfulness, but if summoned by Chuzheng, they can.

Chuzheng propped her chin, staring at the River of Forgetfulness, pondering—though what she pondered, only she knew.

In any case, King’s Account didn’t think it was anything good.

So it tasked Chuzheng.

Chuzheng cursed under her breath and went into the house.

Jing Po lay sleeping on the table; Chuzheng came up and hugged him from behind.

Startled awake, the young man rubbed his eyes, "Um..."

"I need to go out for a while, will you come with me or stay here?"

Xin An snuggled into Chuzheng’s embrace, softly asking, "To do what?"

Although Jing Po’s actions were still a beat slow, his speech had changed from before.

"To buy something."

Jing Po glanced at the nearby medicine furnace, "I... won’t go."

"Let’s go."

"Um..."

Did he not say he wouldn’t go?

Did she listen to him?

Jing Po pointed at the medicine furnace, "I have to watch the fire."

"I’ll be back soon." Chuzheng released him, fetched a coat for him to wear, "I’ll have someone watch it for you."

Good Person Card should be tucked in the pocket, taken everywhere.

"Someone?" Jing Po asked in confusion, "Where is there someone here?"

No people, but there are evil spirits.

As many as needed!

Jing Po was taken out by Chuzheng; he knew he couldn’t win against Chuzheng, so he obediently followed.

At worst, redo it when back...

-

The city appeared somewhat desolate; recently, demonic beasts had grown more rampant, making the nearby areas unsafe, with many people fleeing to safer places.

Those who didn’t flee either had cultivation and felt no fear or believed they couldn’t escape, and resigned to their fate.

"Are these demonic beasts crazy lately? They seem to care nothing for their lives."

"Who says they’re not? It’s not safe here either; I think preparations should be made soon."

"The nearest is Pomo Sect; heading there, the people from Pomo Sect should protect us, right?"

"Hey, haven’t you heard?"

"What?"

"That Elder of Pomo Sect, Elder Meng—they say to revive someone he loves, he used a forbidden technique. Right now, Pomo Sect is all busy; they have no time for us."

"Ah... forbidden technique??"

"It’s the resurrection technique. Heard of it? They say it really succeeded, and if Jiuzhou Alliance hadn’t exposed it, nobody would know."

"And that disciple he later took in, is said to be a vessel prepared for his beloved."

"No way... he’s an Elder of the Pomo Sect!"

"Sigh, you know the face but not the heart."

Jing Po now stood behind this group of people, listening with an unreadable expression.

"Standing there for tea?"

Chuzheng called out to him from not far away.

Jing Po blinked and shook his head, jogging over.

Chuzheng grabbed his hand, "Don’t get lost."

Jing Po, "If I get lost, will you come find me?"

"No."

Jing Po, "..."

"I won’t let you get lost."

Instantly, a smile colored Jing Po’s brows as he quickly pecked Chuzheng’s cheek amid the sparse crowd, then pulled her forward.

Chuzheng finished buying things, treated Jing Po to a good meal, and walked back leisurely.

On the sparsely populated path, Jing Po skipped ahead, occasionally glancing at roadside weeds, and leaping to reach high wild fruits, emitting a vibrant aura.

Chuzheng followed behind, her gaze rarely leaving him; even when looking elsewhere, her sight remained on him peripherally.

Occasionally, the young man would turn around, walking backward, then suddenly run to Chuzheng, embracing her eagerly.

Chuzheng quickened her pace, took out a skewered sugar-coated hawthorn for him.

"I’m not hungry."

"Snacks."

"Oh." Jing Po accepted it, biting slowly, scrunching his brows at the sour taste inside after consuming the outer sugar.

The young man’s eyes rolled spiritedly, moving back to Chuzheng’s side.

He asked, "Will you eat?"

Chuzheng shook her head.

The young man took a bite, suddenly kissed Chuzheng, tongue pushing the sweet and sour hawthorn forward.

"Jing Po?"

"So sour." Jing Po licked his lips, quite aggrieved, "I don’t like it."

Chuzheng, "..." Who told you to eat the sugar outside first!

Can’t even bear a bit of sourness!

Who did he learn this fussiness from!!

[Sister... Isn’t it because you pamper him?]

Shut up!

[...]

Chuzheng took a deep breath, "Give it to me."

Jing Po obediently handed it over.

[...Sister, I have a bold idea I don’t know if I should say.]

If you have something to say, say it.

[Sister, I feel like you want to eat it, right?]

"..." Ha! An expert wouldn’t eat this!

[You would! You even secretly buy bubble tea!]

"..." You know too much.

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Chuzheng did want to eat, but she didn’t want to; a sugar-coated hawthorn without its coating was incomplete, soulless!

Ah...

Her Good Person Card, aside from coddling, what else could she do?

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