All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 376 - 238 Will You Always Be My Nan Ji?_2

At this moment, looking at his back—not very broad, yet it exuded an unexpected sense of security—she noticed it also seemed somewhat lonely and desolate.

She took a deep breath and found herself saying something, not even knowing why she would say it:

"If... the Supreme Yang Fire Poison hasn’t yet been neutralized."

"I can... we can try."

"..."

Su Bei turned around, looking at Nan Ji in shock.

He saw her eyelashes tremble. Although she was still wearing that ragged white shirt, there was something new in her eyes.

"You don’t have to do this for my sake..."

Su Bei took out a white shirt of his own from the storage ring and gently draped it over her shoulders.

However, to his surprise, he didn’t get the emotional embrace and cries of ’My love!’ he’d expected from her. Instead, Ji Nanjue gave him an enigmatic half-smile:

"Is that so? Then I won’t force myself..."

"..."

Su Bei stumbled, his face suddenly turning deathly pale. He feigned a dying look and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, a flash of concern flickered in Ji Nanjue’s eyes.

She threw aside the ragged cloth covering her legs, ignoring her own discomfort, and hurried over to Su Bei, who lay on the ground. She asked anxiously,

"Mr. Bei... Mr. Bei, are you alright?"

Su Bei lay on the floor, gazing up at the boat’s canopy. Then, his eyes fell upon a pair of delicate, jade-like feet, their toes perfectly rounded. Above them rose slender, straight legs, and further up...

COUGH, COUGH—

He coughed violently—a very natural reaction, of course.

Ji Nanjue squatted beside him, her long, jade-white legs gently bent, their graceful lines visible.

She reached out to help Su Bei up and checked his pulse, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

But she somewhat believed his claim that he hadn’t fully recovered. After all, even though she couldn’t sense that tyrannical Supreme Yang Qi in Su Bei’s body anymore, the fact that his meridians had been completely severed was undeniable...

"I... What should I do?"

Her voice trembled slightly. Her eyes were tightly shut, yet she couldn’t resist peeking them open again.

Su Bei got up. Under Ji Nanjue’s puzzled gaze, he took out something from his storage ring that resembled both pants and stockings.

It was thin and translucent, with a slightly coarse texture, yet it made one want to tug and stretch it.

Su Bei coughed awkwardly and said, somewhat sheepishly,

"Um... Miss Nan Ji, perhaps... you should put this on."

Ji Nanjue was visibly taken aback. She reached out her jade-like hand and took the item, which appeared to be made from Ice Worm silk.

"Why?"

"Well... it might be somewhat beneficial for my injuries."

"Is it because the Ice Worm Silk will intertwine with your Supreme Yang Qi, allowing for better fusion?"

"Yes... something like that... That’s right! Exactly!"

"..."

Ji Nanjue took a deep breath. Although she didn’t truly believe this Ice Worm Silk could help him much, even the slightest benefit was better than none at all.

RUSTLE, RUSTLE—

"Mr. Bei... this... why does it have a band?"

"Miss Nan Ji, please, just call me Su Bei..."

"Are these stockings or pants? They seem to be torn?"

"It’s fine that they’re torn; it’s actually better. This way, the icy energy can dissipate more easily."

"..."

RUSTLE, RUSTLE—

Su Bei couldn’t hold back any longer.

He strode forward. Supporting her back with one hand and sliding the other under the crook of her knees, he swept her into his arms. She felt incredibly light.

"...What are you doing!?"

Then—

Intentionally suppressed, yet slightly heavy, sounds began to emanate from within the small boat.

They twisted and turned, like music from the heavens.

...

「Noon.」

"Miss Nan Ji, why were you being pursued by those evil spirits?"

Su Bei gently wiped her clean, then meticulously folded his very important plum blossom handkerchief and placed it into the storage ring.

Unwittingly, he now possessed three of them...

Watching him perform these actions with such earnestness, Ji Nanjue’s expression became slightly unnatural.

Sunlight filtered through the small boat’s window, spilling onto the little bed where she lay. She was wearing Su Bei’s shirt. Although she had her own clothes in the storage ring, Nan Ji herself only possessed that single set.

"I was searching for some things and happened to run into them."

"..."

After Su Bei had finished, he propped his head on his arm, his gaze fixed entirely on her face.

The sunlight cast a tempting luster on her features. In a daze, it was as if he once again saw that ethereal Immortal from beneath the moonlight.

The two had no emotional foundation, yet by a twist of fate, she now belonged to him.

He had assumed that with her cold and dignified demeanor, she would likely just leave without a word after... everything, and he had even prepared himself for a long pursuit to win her back. He had already envisioned all sorts of touching, yet angsty, scenarios unfolding in his mind. Fortunately, things hadn’t turned out as he’d imagined. It seemed all that trouble wouldn’t be necessary. The stunningly talented woman before him had transformed from an ethereal Immortal into a young wife, devoid of any naivety, less otherworldly, but possessing a new, mature charm. He had never witnessed such a significant change in Dan Wulan. If he had to use a phrase to describe it, it would probably be: ’A phoenix’s rebirth?’

Su Bei hesitated for a moment, then gently touched her small hand. She didn’t refuse, allowing him to take it.

"Speaking of which, I once saw your brother at Azure Cloud Mountain, near the Han Hai within the Sacred Land."