Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 139 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (45)

"What did you say?!" The leader stood up in surprise, "You want to go down the mountain to retrieve your seven emotions and six desires!"

It was rare for him to lose his composure. The hand stroking his beard stopped and then started stroking it quickly again, as if he was thinking about something, and he almost broke a few strands.

He tried to persuade him, "At court, you must remember that you are cultivating the ruthless path. Do you want your cultivation to be completely ruined?!"

He wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Xie Chaoshi.

"Master, I have made up my mind on this matter."

Xie Chaoshi looked cold, but very determined.

"you……"

The leader sighed heavily. He knew Xie Chaoshi very well, and his decision would not be changed easily. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be of no avail.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have let you accept her in the first place... It's too late to say anything now."

He loosened his grip on the bearded hand and said, "What else can I do? Just go ahead and ask for help if you need help."

"Thank you sir."

"Go out and let me digest it alone."

He waved his hand and sighed.

Ruan Ruan knew he was going down the mountain that night.

She asked, "You want to go down the mountain, why?"

"There's something that needs to be recovered."

She did not ask further why, "When will you come back?"

"Not sure yet."

It was quiet for a while.

"Ok, I will wait for you."

"Tonight, we haven't..."

Xie Chaoshi hummed softly.

There was a sound of tiny scraps of clothing rubbing against each other,

Accompanied by slight sucking/kissing sounds.

...the next morning.

When Ruan Ruan woke up, the bed next to her was completely cold. He got up and set off at some point, and she didn't feel any movement at all.

There was a sword manual next to the pillow, with pictures and texts, depicting little figures holding swords. There were clear annotations next to it, and the handwriting on it was very familiar.

Made by his own hands.

Ruan Ruan studied it carefully.

She seemed to be the only one in the peak for half a month. Qin Yan was in retreat. Yun Mian didn't know if he was in retreat, but there was no one there.

She faced a vast white snowy scene all day long, and no one talked to her, so she often felt a little bored.

She had read the book she bought several times before.

That night when she came back from sword practice, there were no lights in the room and it looked very dark.

Ruan Ruan opened the door, and something seemed to shake in her peripheral vision, and it disappeared in a flash. She was not sure.

She lit the lamp, and the candle flickered, making an occasional beeping sound.

Someone seemed to be approaching behind her, and the footsteps were faint. She lowered her eyes and looked at the candlelight in front of her, as if she didn't pay attention at all.

A faint scent of white tea spread in the air, and her fingertips moved——

The tip of the hairpin was pressed against the carotid artery of the visitor's neck, and three thousand black hair spread out and hung down by gravity.

Her movements were not fast, but he made no move to dodge and allowed her to put the hairpin on his neck.

"It's you!"

She still has an impression of this face.

He was dressed in black clothes, with his hair tied up with a hairband. He looked very clean and tidy, without any decorations on his body. There was a bit of ferocity between his eyebrows, his facial features were straight, and there was a shallow scar on his eyebrows. Light pink.

"What are you here for?"

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind. Could it be that he remembered the day she was with Gong Qi?

The hairpin held in his hand came closer, sinking slightly into his skin.

Gu Bai glared at her, looking a little annoyed.

"You kissed me and you took advantage of me. Don't you remember?!"

(End of this chapter)