Chapter 29

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the past six months, although Song Zhi and Mo Xiuyao did not cultivate much, she could feel that the Gu Poison in her body had weakened a lot after each cultivation. She believed that it would be cleared out in time.

Life is so beautiful! Song Zhi finished her cultivation and struggled to sit up from the bed. Before she could sit properly, she saw the water stain under Mo Xiuyao’s belt. Thinking of what it was, Song Zhi’s face suddenly became hot. “I’ll go and get you a few dust-expelling beads.”

Mo Xiuyao did not know what was going on. He followed Song Zhi’s line of sight and saw the traces that the two had left behind. He paused for a moment and said, “No need.”

“I’ll get you a few. It’s too troublesome to wash them yourself. Wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” As Song Zhi spoke, she got down from the bed and walked out with trembling legs while holding her waist. Mo Xiuyao’s mouth twitched, but he did not stop her.

For the same distance, Song Zhi took twice the time to go back and forth. When she returned to Mo Xiuyao’s tent, he was already asleep. It was already late at night, and the Purple Cloud Sect disciples had stopped releasing fireworks. The Demon’s Note Valley became dark again. Song Zhi looked at the bed and could only see his closed eyes. As for the things on his clothes, she could not see them clearly.

‘How unkempt, he actually fell asleep just like that. What a world-destroying nightmare.’ Song Zhi shook her head, but she still secretly crushed a dust-expelling bead and cleaned the bed and Mo Xiuyao. Smelling the fragrance of soap from Mo Xiuyao’s body, Song Zhi was satisfied and left with her overused waist. In the dark, Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes, but closed them again after a long time.

After Chinese New Year’s Eve, it was the new year. Song Zhi had been looking forward to the arrival of spring from the beginning of the new year until the end of January. It was almost February when a heavy snow suddenly fell in the Demon’s Note Valley, and spring seemed to be far away.

“… Why! Why is it snowing in February? When will spring come?!” Song Zhi grabbed a handful of white snow and curled it into a snowball. She questioned the snowball again and again.

Mo Xiuyao, who was sitting opposite her, ate a Hawthorn ball and said unhurriedly, “It’s no use asking it, it won’t answer you.”

“Why?” Song Zhi continued to be angry. Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and said, “Because it’s just a snowball.”

“… You don’t have to answer so seriously.” Song Zhi said. She sighed and flattened the snowball. She could not hide the gloominess between her brows.

Mo Xiuyao ignored her and focused on his Hawthorn ball. After a long time, Song Zhi asked again, “When did the Demon’s Note Valley get warm in the past?”

“In March or April,” Mo Xiuyao replied.

Song Zhi was shocked. “Doesn’t that mean that we have to wait for more than a month?!”

Perhaps her tone was too sorrowful, Mo Xiuyao finally looked her in the eye and said, “Why do you want spring so much?”

“It’s because spring is full of vitality! You can go for a walk or a spring outing, but in the winter…” Song Zhi looked at the flattened snowball and said with a straight face, “It’s dead and lifeless, and it’s very cold!”

Mo Xiuyao was deep in thought. Just as he was about to speak, two fat rabbits and five little rabbits skipped past them. Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment before saying, “Actually, it can be full of life even in winter.”

This winter, the rabbits would not have a good life, and it was likely that they would not survive.

Song Zhi also saw the rabbits and sighed. “The Demon’s Note Valley is a strange place.”

“I didn’t think so before.” Mo Xiuyao spoke the truth.

Song Zhi’s lips twitched. “So you’re saying that the rabbits became strange because of me? ”

Mo Xiuyao stared at Song Zhi for a moment and said, “I don’t think you have the ability.”

Song Zhi, “…”

Don’t think that I didn’t notice your hesitation just now! She continued to sit at the table with Mo Xiuyao. One was filled with righteous indignation while the other ate the Hawthorn ball silently. When the last Hawthorn ball was finished, Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi again.”Go make lunch.”

“There’s still some in the Cosmos Bag, you can pick what you like to eat.” After Song Zhi finished speaking, she walked into the tent dejectedly. “I’m not in a good mood today, so I’ve decided to go on strike for a day.”

Mo Xiuyao’s mouth twitched, but in the end, he still took out two plates of food from the stock in her Cosmos Bag. At night, Song Zhi still did not get up to cook. Mo Xiuyao continued to eat his food.

He thought that there would be fresh food the next day, but when he came to the stream, he found Song Zhi still lying down! She was awake, but she was lying down like a numb salted fish. She was too lazy to even turn over.