People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and they all turned their eyes to Saran's empty tailbone, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Among the hundreds of millions of people in Xianzhou, the number of "people with Tianque" is very small, not even 0.001%.

And such a rare disease that only appears in the immortal species... appeared in a little girl who had suffered so much.

"What a pity for such a beautiful person..."

An old fox woman sitting in the row in front of Saran was gently stroking her tail, and her sigh, half-covered by the silk cloth, was clearly heard by Saran.

Just like throwing a stone into a calm lake, as the old woman lamented, layer upon layer of whispers spread in the audience.

"A hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune always finds its way to the unfortunate...Alas"

"...Why would such a misfortune befall a person, a little girl..."

“Mom, that sister she——” “Shh, keep your voice down!”

"An alien without a tail..."

Voices with various emotions climbed up along Saran's tailbone. Saran lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to use this method to escape those sympathetic or sighing, or even the very few strange looks.

The fox girl dug her fingertips deep into the armrest of the wooden chair, and she was not even aware of the broken wood splinters piercing her palms.

"Saran..."

Ningli looked at her with some worry. As her only companion in the cave, she knew very well what Saran had experienced.

"Hey..."

Jiang Mo sighed slightly. He knew very well that Saran would sooner or later be suspected by the Yaoqing army and people, but he did not expect it to happen so soon.

He gently reached out and gently removed the "Synesthesia Beacon" patch that was attached near Saran's temple.

The warm palm covered her slightly cool earlobe, filtering the lingering sound of the stage and the audience's whispers into a hazy tide. Only Jiang Mo's slightly low voice could pass through his fingers and reach her heart.

"Don't listen to the voices around you, listen to me: you are no longer a slave trapped in a cave, nor a war slave of the wandering people, but you are about to become a warrior of the Cloud Riders."

"In the future, you will have many opportunities to step onto the battlefield and personally hunt down those Buli people who have brought you suffering."

"As for them..." Jiang Mo looked at the crowd who were still whispering and sighed softly.

"I think the vast majority of them don't have any ill intentions towards you, and for those who do... you just have to put your actions on the line."

Perhaps it was because her ears were suddenly covered, or perhaps it was because Jiang Mo's words touched Saran's heart a little, her white fox ears kept trembling in his palm, like a frightened little animal.

At this moment, Saran only felt a ball of fire burning up his neck and cheeks, and his heartbeat kept accelerating because his sensitive points were touched.

After a long silence, she slowly moved her hand off the chair, and with a drop of bright red blood, gently placed it in Jiang Mo's hand.

"I...want to go home."

"Then let's go home."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo held Saran's hand without hesitation, and left the stage with Ning Li beside him, embarking on the return journey.

Chapter 35: Flushed Feixiao/The Black Tower of Nuclear Kindness (4k)

"Teach me the Xianzhou language."

This was the first sentence Saran said after returning to the courtyard where the three of them lived.

Looking at the pair of emerald eyes in front of him that flashed with seriousness, Jiang Mo blinked, then pulled Saran and slowly sat down at a square wooden table.

Ningli sat quite obediently on the small sofa not far from the square table. She knew very well that this conversation belonged to the two of them, not to herself.

He didn't say anything, but gently poured a cup of tea for the fox girl in front of him. After a while, he said:

"So, you actually want to learn the Xianzhou language to replace your existing Buli language, so as to achieve the goal of "completely severing ties with the past"? "

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Saran was stunned at first, and then her eyes widened involuntarily, and the words "How did you know?" were almost written on her face.

Looking at the shocked fox girl in front of him, Jiang Mo seemed to understand why Heita always liked to see his shocked expression.

Feeling the little joy in his heart, Jiang Mo's mouth corners slightly raised, and then he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, as if trying to suppress the arc of his mouth that was constantly rising.

"Because I can read minds, it's not difficult for me to see through your little thoughts."

Having said that, Jiang Mo paused for a moment, then spoke seriously:

"Although you can easily understand Xianzhou language with the help of the synesthesia beacon, it's still a bit difficult to truly reach the level of a Xianzhou native."

"Tomorrow, I will take you and Ningli to see General Yueyu to test your abilities to become Cloud Riders and Flying Cavalrymen of the Qingqiu Army. This also means... you have a lot to learn."

"I need to learn the tactics and weapons of the Cloud Riders, learn the lifestyle in the military camp, and adapt to the new pace of life..."

"Just these three items alone are enough to put enough pressure on you. I... don't want to burden you too much, because many things can be achieved gradually."

A look of helplessness and tenderness appeared on Jiang Mo's face, and then he sighed softly. The helplessness on his face faded away bit by bit, and was replaced by tenderness.

"But if that's what you want... I'll help you."

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Saran blinked slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.

When she saw Jiang Mo's slightly serious expression, she thought she would be rejected, but the fact was... at this moment he responded to her wish just like when they first met.

When I was with Luo Yuxing, I asked him to save more companions, and he responded to my wish at the risk of his life.

And now, he has fulfilled his own wish, even though this wish may be slightly different from what he thought, but...

He still responded.

Thinking of this, Saran's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and the cute little fox ears swayed gently at this moment, as if expressing his emotions.

but...

Faced with this level of trust and response, she should also give some reaction.

Saran nodded gently, then looked at the scabbed wound on the palm of his hand. He gently scratched the scab with his fingernails, and drops of scarlet blood flowed out and appeared in the palm of his hand.

She raised her hand and dipped the fingertips of her other hand in the blood on the palm of her hand. Then she took Jiang Mo's hand and, while recalling the name on the Yunqi jade pendant on Jiang Mo's waist, she awkwardly but diligently drew the word "Mo".

In a sense, this behavior has no practical significance in the culture of Xianzhou, nor in the nomadic culture of Buli people.

——Because this is a symbol that belongs to her alone, a culture that belongs to her alone, and a "meaning" that belongs to her alone.

After doing all this, she raised her head slightly. The eyes of this girl who had not shed a single tear since being rescued were slightly moist, but she still said calmly:

"I've decided. I want to learn Xianzhou language. I want a... new name, one that can completely break away from the past."

"A new name represents a new identity and also means a new beginning."

The fox girl said this very seriously.

"Name..."

Jiang Mo gently touched his chin, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.

It is here indeed.

Yue Yu entrusted the task of taking care of Saran—or Feixiao—to himself, and also threw the task of naming Feixiao to him.

"But...how should I name her? Should I just tell her her name is Feixiao?"

Suddenly, Jiang Mo's mind flashed with a sentence that Yue Yu often said: "Flying straight up, reaching the sky."

"So... is this where Feixiao's name comes from?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but mutter to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable trance, as if... everything he had experienced in the past three years had come to an end here.

And after this "naming", everything will usher in a new beginning.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo chuckled and shook his head, then he put the synesthesia beacon he had just taken off the stage near the girl's temple again.

"Cut off the past. From now on, you will no longer be called Saran, but "Fei Xiao," the Fei Xiao in "flying up to the clouds."

"Fei Xiao..."

Saran - no, now she should be called Feixiao. As she murmured these two words, a rather mysterious feeling arose from her heart, and then a smile from the bottom of her heart bloomed.

"Feixiao, I like this name."

She said this in the awkward Xianzhou language.

Looking at Fei Xiao, who was smiling brightly in front of him, Jiang Mo chuckled and shook his head. Just when he was about to say that he would find a teacher for Xian Zhouyu for her tomorrow...

[Faced with this little fox girl who accepted your name, you decide:]

[1. Touch her head! Mastering a fox's head is like mastering her! — Training +5%]

[2. Ask her for the reward for naming. If she doesn't have Xundi, repay her with her body - Training level +15%]

[3. What about the black fox girl? I can't be partial to one over the other. Only children make choices. I want them all. - Training +2%]

Looking at the light screen in front of him, Jiang Mo's expression remained unchanged. He was now accustomed to the sudden actions of Ah Ha.

He now understood that rather than saying that it was Ah Ha's fault, it would be more accurate to say that deep down in his heart he was actually looking forward to these situations unfolding before his eyes.

"From a rational point of view, I should choose the first option, and from a perverted point of view, I should choose the second option. However, Fei Xiao is still relatively inexperienced, so perhaps this could be considered a kind of "customization." However, considering that Fei Xiao will definitely come to my bed in the middle of the night, this option is somewhat unnecessary."

"As for option three... I'd call it the most unromantic option. How much do you want to see the little fox you just tamed get jealous?"

——Although he didn’t know whether Feixiao would be jealous at this stage, but... he should not try it easily.

He didn't want to get caught up in this inexplicable Shura field.

Jiang Mo complained silently in his heart, then his mind moved and he chose option one.

He left his seat decisively, then walked to her side under Feixiao's slightly puzzled gaze and began to rub the furry fox head.

Of course, he also did not miss the cute little white fox ears that would vibrate violently at the mere touch.

First of all, I am not a fan of animal ears. Secondly, I am not a fan of animal ears. Finally, I am not a fan of animal ears. I just like cute little fox girls. What's wrong with me?

Under Ningli's slightly dull gaze, Jiang Mo was able to make the future General Tianji blush just by playing with Feixiao's ears.

As for Ningli...

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However, Jiang Mo also had a bottom line. After discovering that the little white-haired fox in his arms had reached the point where its whole body would tremble when he touched its ears, he stopped with satisfaction.

He finally understood why everyone liked to have a furry little pet around.

Touching it when you are anxious really relieves stress, no doubt about it.

"Okay~ I'll take back the naming fee for now."

Jiang Mo turned his head slightly, looked at the gradually sinking sunset outside the window, and said softly:

"It's getting late. I'm going to make dinner. I only took you guys for dessert today and didn't have a proper meal. This is a good opportunity for you to experience the food of Xianzhou~"

Jiang Mo said as he walked into the kitchen, and Ningli sat down beside Feixiao with some worry at this moment, and asked softly:

"Sa-Feixiao, are you... okay?"

"Well... should be... okay."

The girl's voice softened slightly, as if something... weird had just happened.

Feixiao raised her head slightly, the blush on her cheeks still showed no sign of fading. Combined with the girl's fair cheeks and the sunset evenly sprinkled on her face, her blush had a unique charm.

Looking at her companion in front of her, Ningli blinked slightly, as if it was the first day she met this friend who grew up with her in the cave.

After thinking for a moment, she tilted her head slightly and looked at the figure busy in the kitchen. A question popped up in her mind -

"If I let him touch me like this often, will he focus more on me?"

Jiang Mo said that he didn't want to get caught up in this inexplicable Shura field, but he forgot one thing.