Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

"excuse me."

Wen Ling sat on the stone, and Qi Nian held her ankle, fully grasping it with one hand.

I pressed it gently and it was a little swollen.

"No bones were injured, but I still need to apply some medicinal wine when I get home."

Qi Nian raised his head and looked straight into Wen Ling's peach blossom eyes, which were clear and bright even in the dim forest.

"Then I may have to trouble you, little Taoist priest, to carry me back to the inn."

Wen Ling spoke calmly. Qi Nian lowered his eyes from his trance, squatted down with his back to Wen Ling without saying a word.

Wen Ling curled her lips and leaned on the boy's thin back, being carried steadily on his back.

The rich fragrance of peach blossoms filled the air. Qinian tightened his hands behind Wen Ling's back and remained silent.

"My surname is Wen and my given name is Ling. What's your name, little Taoist priest?"

"Pray for a good harvest."

"Qinian, that sounds nice."

Wen Ling tightened her arms around Qinian's neck, and regardless of Qinian's momentary stiffness, she rested her head on his shoulder, her feet swinging in the air.

"Little Taoist priest, can I follow you from now on?"

The aggrieved voice mixed with hot air sprayed on Qinian's ears, causing the ears covered by black hair to show pink.

Qi Nian moved his head to avoid the heat, "It's very dangerous around me."

"I'm not afraid. Look, we cooperated very well this time."

The girl's voice on his back was filled with excitement and joy.

"But this time you're hurt."

"It was an accident."

She sprained her ankle in order to improve her relationship with him.

"Just take me with you, little Taoist priest. You should be a disciple of Jiangming Mountain, right? I also want to go there to become a disciple."

The girl on his back swayed her legs, and Qi Nian silently tightened his hand around her knees.

"Master ordered me to travel down the mountain, but I can't go to Jiangming Mountain yet. If you want to go to Jiangming Mountain to become my disciple, you don't have to follow me."

Wen Ling rested her head on his neck and tugged at the snow-white ribbon on his head. The ribbon was very long and hung down with his hair, fluttering in the wind.

"Little Taoist priest, you are such a fool."

Did she want to go to Jiangming Mountain? She clearly wanted to follow him.

"I don't care, I'm going to follow you."

Qinian was startled by the sudden and arrogant voice.

"Girl, you are going to Jiangming Mountain to become a disciple. You really don't need to follow me."

Wen Ling knocked him on the head rudely.

"Wrong, the priorities are wrong. My desire to follow you is the main thing, and wanting to go to Jiangming Mountain is secondary."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Ling strangled his neck fiercely.

"Just take me with you, I won't hold you back."

The fragrance of peach blossoms became stronger and stronger. Due to the movements of the girl on his back, their bodies were pressed tightly together. Feeling the warmth on his back, the pretty little Taoist finally felt uncomfortable.

"Girl, let me go first."

"Don't call me girl, I have a name."

"Miss Wen, please let go first."

"No, we are friends after all. This address is too unfamiliar. Call me again."

Wen Ling finally realized that although this young Taoist priest looked aloof, he was actually not that difficult to approach. She had been testing him for so long but still couldn't find his bottom line.

"Wen Ling, let go first."

"That's still not right. Call me A Ling."

"Miss A Ling."

Come on, I have to add a girl.

"Well, little Taoist priest, do you agree or not? It would be great if you could have more strength in your fight against demons and defend the Dao."

"Besides, I'm a beautiful girl. What if I encounter a powerful demon? My master has passed away, and I have no relatives in this world. I'm all alone."

Wen Ling started crying as soon as she said she would. She leaned on his shoulder and cried very sadly, her voice sobbing.

"Don't cry, I agree."

After putting the person down on a stone beside him, Qinian took out a handkerchief and gave it to her. Wen Ling stared at him with her clear peach blossom eyes, her nose red from crying.

Qi Nian looked at her eyes, which seemed brighter after being washed by water, and tightened the handkerchief in his hand.

After all, he was the one who made people cry.

He moved closer and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

The touch on her face was gentle, and Wen Ling was stunned. She didn't expect that he would do it himself. The little Taoist priest was undoubtedly very handsome, with clear eyes with the coolness of lake water, eyebrows slanting into her temples, a straight nose, and lips that looked bright red.

As beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water.

Qinian squatted down again, and Wen Ling cooperated by lying on his back.

The little feet that were originally dangling were now placed neatly on both sides, lacking some of the joy just now.

"So where are we going next?"

Wen Ling leaned on his back and asked, having a lot of fun playing with the white ribbon with her fingers.

Hearing her voice, Qinian breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

"Go meet up with my brother first."

I don’t know if my senior brother has finished dealing with the matter.

Because of Wen Ling's foot injury, the two stayed in Yucheng for two more days. During these two days, Qinian practiced in the inn and did not go out.

Now many people in the city are looking for Qinian everywhere, wanting to thank him properly.

Qinian is not very adaptable to such situations, so he avoids them whenever possible.

After Wen Ling's foot injury was almost healed, the two of them quickly left Yucheng and headed south.

Qinian thought that if his senior brother had finished dealing with his affairs, he should be able to meet him halfway.

The south of Yucheng is desolate and mostly dotted with scattered villages.

As the two passed a fork in the road, Qi Nian frowned.

"There's something evil about it."

Wen Ling also raised an eyebrow. This demonic aura seemed familiar, like a six-tailed fox demon.

Although she is the leader of the fox clan, not all fox demons obey the management and live in Jiuyou Valley.

Qinian walked quickly towards the village on the left, and Wen Ling hurriedly followed. When they entered the village, they saw the villagers holding torches and chasing a woman. The woman was holding her slightly bulging belly with one hand and looking at the villagers in front of her with vigilance and preparedness with the other hand.

"Burn her to death, burn this monster to death."

Seeing that the villagers were about to throw their torches at the woman opposite, the woman gathered her demonic power in her hands to fight back.

Qinian's expression became stern, and a white light condensed at his fingertips as he was about to attack the nine-tailed fox demon. Wen Ling frowned when he noticed something, and dodged to the side of the fox demon to avoid Qinian's attack.

"Miss A Ling?"

The young Taoist priest looked at Wen Ling in confusion.

The villagers saw Wen Ling dodging their torches with great skill and spoke anxiously.

"Girl, you can't save her. She's a monster."

Wen Ling held the fox demon's arm. The fox demon was about to resist, but when it met Wen Ling's red eyes, it instantly became quiet.

Wen Ling escorted the men towards Qi Nian.

"Everyone, you misunderstood. It's just that your torches can't burn the demon to death, and the demon knows magic. I just saw her about to cast a spell, so I hurried forward to interrupt her."

The people looked at each other, and then bowed to Wen Ling one by one.

"This, we really neglected. Thank you for saving me, young lady."

Wen Ling rubbed his nose without feeling guilty. "No need to thank me, no need to thank me. This person next to me is a Taoist from Jiangming Mountain. If you are at ease, please leave this monster to us."

"Hello, Taoist."

"It should be handed over to the Taoist priest."