Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

Today's Shi Ning no longer looks like a swordsman.

She was no longer the heroic hero who stood in front and faced the difficulties with her sharp sword. She didn't know when she had become a follower who followed the instructions of others. When Mo Ling said she should go out to work, she went out. When the inner demon said she should go home, she immediately decided to go back.

Until now, both the inner demon and Mo Ling could easily guide her mood. Sometimes she could see the harm of the inner demon, and sometimes she could indulge the inner demon.

Shi Ning herself understood that she was not lucid occasionally, but her condition was sometimes good and sometimes bad.

But her heart was in a mess, and she was easily moved and drifting, and she thought everything that anyone said was right.

If the inner demon is too strong, but Shi Ning still has the will to fight, then no matter what, there is always a tiny chance to turn defeat into victory.

But if your heart is not strong and your stance sways with the wind, how can you point the tip of the sword in the right direction?

Shi Ning sat down against the tree trunk, looking dejected.

"This time, I lost."

Mo Ling looked at Shi Ning deeply, said nothing, and sat down next to Shi Ning.

His body tilted slightly, and Shi Ning leaned towards him tacitly.

Shi Ning knew what Mo Ling wanted to say.

“No matter what happens, I’m always here.”

After hundreds of years of living together, the tacit understanding between the immortal and mortal worlds has often made words unnecessary.

Shi Ning recalled another interesting incident, which happened on their 250th wedding anniversary.

Shi Ning sneaked up in the middle of the night, intending to do something to the 250-year-old pine tree in the yard to surprise Mo Ling. Unexpectedly, she saw Mo Ling in the yard.

Mo Ling paused, Shi Ning's body froze, and then the two of them turned around tacitly, pretending not to see each other, and their surprises were not exposed yet. They were each carefully fiddling with something on one side of the tree.

Shi Ning secretly glanced at Mo Ling, smiled, and chopped off some branches with a few strokes, revealing a slender and straight trunk. He then trimmed the cut branches and put a few of the more beautiful and straight ones aside. Then he began to peel the bark and twist the rope, carefully and meticulously.

Mo Ling quickly stopped and looked at Shi Ning's side. It seemed that some materials were missing and they needed to get them from the tree trunk in Shi Ning's direction.

Just when he was considering whether to break the tacit understanding between the two, Mo Ling saw the branches that Shi Ning had placed aside, trimmed very beautifully and straight.

He smiled, took the branches without saying anything, and continued to tinker with his surprise.

Shi Ning worked very slowly. After he had finally twisted together many ropes of varying lengths and thicknesses, there was no movement on the other side of the tree. Mo Ling seemed to have prepared for his surprise and went back into the house.

Shi Ning shook his sore hands and prepared to get up to collect the leaves, but he saw Mo Ling had piled a large pile of leaves on the side. The quality and quantity were exactly what he wanted.

"This guy!"

Shi Ning had mixed emotions, including embarrassment at having someone guess the surprise, and sweetness from her lover's thoughtful gesture.

After dawn, the two pretended to have slept in bed all night.

"Happy 250th Anniversary! Come see what surprise I have for you!"

"Happy 250th anniversary. I have a surprise for you too. Check it out first!"

The two pushed each other into the yard and laughed.

A swing, which Mo Ling gave to Shi Ning because Shi Ning said she had never swung on a swing in her life.

A hammock was given to Mo Ling by Shi Ning because Mo Ling said he didn't dare to sleep in a hammock outside before, for fear of being eaten by spirit beasts.

We never know when, but the little messages blurted out during the chat were silently remembered by each other and then realized.

Shi Ning and Mo Ling have such a tacit understanding.

Just like now, Shi Ning fell asleep unconsciously, but Mo Ling had already adjusted his posture and let Shi Ning rest his head on his thighs.

How can you not be tired of being tortured by inner demons every day? Shi Ning may not feel it, but Mo Ling knows it very well.

This kind of physical and mental fatigue is also one of the main reasons for Shi Ning's negativity and decadence. At this moment, Shi Ning recalled what happened between them, smiled and relaxed her mind. Of course, she had to give her a good rest immediately.

Shi Ning didn't need to think about anything anymore. He felt Mo Ling's every move. With his eyes closed, he knew what posture and movement he was using to make him lie down.

There is no need to worry about making the other person uncomfortable by turning over or turning your head.

You can sleep peacefully, comfortably and naturally.

Memories flashed through Shi Ning's dream, and beams of sunlight passed through the woods from different angles and shone on Mo Ling. It was like a light show for Shi Ning's memories, creating a shining memory.

"Roar!"

A sudden roar awakened the two lovers who were immersed in their memories.

"Hoo! (Don't sleep! The sun is going down! Come to the Central Bamboo Forest for dinner!)"

It's an iron-eating beast.

Before they knew it, they had slept for the entire afternoon.

The tent was not set up, and the materials that Mo Ling needed were not collected. Shi Ning, with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, smiled at Mo Ling.

Mo Ling also smiled, took Shi Ning's hand and flew directly to the central bamboo forest.

"Hurry up! (Help me! I don't have human hands, so I can't skewer the meat!)"

I saw an open space in the bamboo forest with a bonfire and a pile of food next to it, both vegetarian and meat.

A ferret was clumsily trying to skewer the meat with a bamboo stick, piercing the meat to pieces but still failing to skewer it successfully.

"Okay! Right now!"

Mo Ling immediately ran up and took over the job of the iron-eating beast. How could the senior invite the junior to dinner and ask the senior to work?

"Senior, please take a rest. Leave these skewers to us. We will be quick."

Mo Ling said as he threw all the pieces of meat to Shi Ning.

As a swordsman, Shi Ning was still sharp even with bamboo sticks in his hands. The meat thrown by Mo Ling flew all over the sky without any accuracy, but Shi Ning's hands flew, accurately poking the bamboo sticks into the center of each piece of meat, firmly skewering the meat.

“Roar! (Awesome! As expected of the Sword Immortal who can slash the magic god with his sword, he can even string meat together so sharply!)”

The iron-eating beast clapped its hands without any sign of being a senior.

"Excuse me, senior. I have been mentally unstable for more than a year, and my swordsmanship has deteriorated a lot."

Shi Ning said modestly, but his eyes looked a little lonely.

"Hoo, huh? (Don't worry, I won't regress. How can something that is engraved in my instinct regress?)"

The iron-eating beast waved its claws, as if to shake off the loneliness in Shi Ning's eyes.

"Yes, how can a sword engraved in instinct be worn away so easily?"

Mo Ling took over and spoke to Shi Ning seriously.

Shi Ning was thinking, but her hands did not stop. Relying on instinct, she did not miss a single piece of food that needed to be skewered.

So, has her instinct not given up yet?