Even hybrid monsters have their day

Peng Yuxian gripped her hand even tighter, pushing Geng Miaowan's arm towards him, his face dark and gloomy. "Who exactly are you?" he asked again, suppressing his already dwindling patience.

Geng Miaowan's angry expression crumbled when she saw the needle marks on her arm healing at a visible speed. She suddenly looked up at the person standing next to her, a fleeting look of panic in her eyes. She had forgotten that although the space would suppress her spiritual power, her body would not change. Now she didn't know how to tell him all this.

Then her face turned pale, and she looked around anxiously. This was a hospital; could it be that the doctors had seen her too...?

As if to allay her concerns, Peng Yuxian said, "Only I saw it."

Yesterday, he heard a heavy thud coming from her room while he was in the living room. When he rushed in, he found her lying on the floor, vomiting blood. At that moment, his heart seemed to stop.

He rushed her to the hospital, where doctors performed various tests but couldn't determine what was wrong. Finally, after a blood test, he noticed the needle marks on her arm healing rapidly after the doctor removed the needle and turned to leave.

In just two or three seconds, his skin was completely restored to its original state, without a trace of the needle prick. He simply couldn't describe the shock he felt when he first saw it.

The image of her suddenly appearing on the overpass that day flashed through his mind again, as well as the way she seemed to disappear almost completely that night. He was immersed in a sense of fear and unease about the unknown.

Hearing him say that, Geng Miaowan breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn't want to be treated like a monster and sent to a museum to be dissected and studied. But now, how was she supposed to explain this phenomenon to him?

Finally, she decided that if she denied it to the death, he probably couldn't do anything about it. So she braced herself and said, "I don't know what happened. It's been like this ever since I can remember."

To prove she was telling the truth, she kept her eyes fixed on Peng Yuxian's eyes as she spoke. Having followed him for a while, she had gained some understanding of psychology; in psychological terms, the eyes are the windows to the soul, revealing many hidden emotions.

She didn't know how much information her window would convey to him, but she knew that if she wanted him to believe her, she couldn't avoid looking him in the eye.

"Really?" Peng Yuxian looked at her, his eyes filled with inquiry and consideration. He pondered the truthfulness of her words. He had never heard of such a thing before; such a rapid regeneration rate clearly violated the laws of nature.

But her eyes were so pure, and there wasn't a flicker in them when she looked at him. He couldn't help but wonder if what she said was true, and if he didn't know it because he was ignorant.

This clearly didn't make sense. His handsome face flashed with a variety of expressions, quite a sight. This was the most expressive he'd ever been since Geng Miaowan had known him. However, she had no time to appreciate it; she only wanted him to believe her. "Really, I never lie."

That's impossible. Geng Miaowan added in her mind.

"Really?" I was still skeptical.

"Really!" she said, with utmost seriousness.

Then Peng Yuxian stopped talking. He just sat down to one side, occasionally glancing at her thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I'll go buy you something to eat," and left the ward.

Geng Miaowan knew he still didn't believe her, but as long as he didn't pursue the matter further, that was fine. She might leave this place someday anyway, and it would be goodbye forever. She glanced towards the ward door again, hoping he wouldn't tell anyone else.

But then she thought about it again. If he wanted to say it, he would have had plenty of opportunities before she woke up; there was no need to wait until now. With that thought, she suddenly felt at ease.

Just as she was about to lie down, a voice appeared in her mind, "Geng Miaowan, you really know how to court death!" The clear and slightly deep voice was very pleasant to listen to, without any teasing in its tone, nor could it be discerned whether it was joy or anger.

"Luan Hao?" The next second, she appeared in her mind's eye. "Luan Hao, you're awake!"

No one knew how excited she was to see him. Even his usually stern face looked incredibly endearing. She rushed over and hugged him tightly, a strange pang of sadness welling up inside her.

"You have no idea how I survived these days penniless and alone in a place where I had no relatives, no friends, and no one to rely on." The worst part was that she encountered a ghost, but as a guardian, she didn't know how to catch it, and there wasn't even anyone who believed her.

Seeing Luan Hao awake now, a sudden wave of bittersweet emotion welled up inside her as she encountered an old friend in a foreign land. Although demons and monsters were not of the same race, as non-human beings, she felt that their relationship was clearly closer.

Luan Hao was instantly petrified, the unique, fresh scent emanating from her body filling his nostrils. He never imagined that the little girl who had never dared to provoke him would hug him so readily and utter such coquettish words.

He just took a nap, so why did the world change so drastically?

However, he was, after all, a demon who had only lived for tens of thousands of years. What kind of scene hadn't he seen, and what kind of situation hadn't he been able to withstand? He only hesitated for a moment before regaining his composure. He didn't push her away, because she quickly realized that her behavior had gone a bit too far and let go of him.

Luan Hao said indifferently, "It looks like someone is staying here, freeloading and living a pretty good life."

There was a strange undertone in his voice that he himself didn't realize, and he just thought this woman was really something, always managing to run into that person he disliked no matter where she went.

“Uh…” Geng Miaowan turned her gaze to the vast, white sea of ​​consciousness with embarrassment, and said in a low voice, “I had no choice but to resort to that last resort.”

Luan Hao gave an ambiguous snort, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her words.

Regardless of whether he believed her or not, she chuckled dryly twice and asked him, "By the way, when did you wake up?"

"I just happened to see someone holding your hand." The implication is that you had just woken up.

That means he doesn't know about Xiaoming yet. She turned her head and said, "I happen to have something to ask you."

Just as Luan Hao was about to ask what was wrong, her expression changed, and she said, "Oh no, he's back. I'll talk to you outside."

After saying that, her figure disappeared into the vast white sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the sudden emptiness in front of him, Luan Hao felt a little uncomfortable. He thought, "She's here, so why did she have to run away like a woman who's having an affair and is afraid of being caught by her husband?"

Peng Yuxian bought her a bowl of porridge and two vegetable dishes, because the doctor had advised her to eat lightly. As he placed the food on the table, he said, "The test results are in." (To be continued.)