Chapter 92

His voice was as clear as a spring, but to Ning ning, it felt like the tolling of funeral bells in hell, a devil’s whisper: “Xiaojiu is naturally afraid of people, perhaps seeing a stranger, it’s a bit nervous for a moment.”

Ning Ning: ?

Seeing her slightly puzzled, Wen Hemian continued with a smile, “This little wolf has grown up under my care, always gentle in nature, but a bit mischievous, always fond of people. Few people come to Qingxu Valley, so it is my only companion.”

Fate, inexplicably wonderful.

Oh, it’s your pet? Then it’s all right.

—It’s definitely not all right!

Ning Ning couldn’t hide the fear in her eyes, pretending to look calmly at the gray shadow on the other side of the bushes.

Great.

The ferocious version of the gray wolf was still bearing a grudge, glaring fiercely at her.

—With such a massive lump of gray fur, are you sure it’s a “gentle and mischievous little wolf”?

But it’s Wen Hemian’s only friend, as Ning Ning herself said, finding this thing “particularly cute.”.

If she directly knocked it out according to the planned script, the refined and amiable Elder Wen would probably immediately change his attitude, and from then on, they would be at odds.

“Elder Wen.”

Ning Ning took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Why is it staring at me?”

Wen Hemian was delighted.

“Wonderful! Xiaojiu is naturally clever, able to discern good and evil in people. Even I struggled to get close to it initially, but now it must feel familiar with you, forgetting its fear for a moment.”

This was far from feeling familiar.

It was clearly a meeting of enemies, with extra hostility.

The gray wolf named “Xiaojiu” continued to glare fiercely, taking a step forward, emitting a low growl from its throat, resembling the growl of a wild beast before a meal.

“W-why is it getting closer to me?”

Ning Ning stepped back, “Elder Wen, it’s still bearing its teeth!”

Little did she know that Wen Hemian was even more excited, standing aside, unconcerned, and smiling as gently as jade. “Don’t be afraid,little friend Ning, it must want to get close to you—don’t you also quite like it? You two are destined to meet.”

Ning ning: …

Your mother.. destined my ass.

(T/N: same meaning as motherf**ker in English)

Among the many people of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, this Wen Hemian, who emerged untainted from the mire, was the only one who could drive her to the brink of cursing.

At first, Ning Ning thought he was malicious, never imagining that this person was a naive white lotus flower. His thought process was completely off the normal line.

Complex features couldn’t conceal his simple-mindedness. Wen Hemian, the renowned Elder Jiang Xing,was truly worthy of the title “Emperor of Imagination.”.

With his imagination running wild, who could compete?

As long as my train of thought was cool enough, the schemes of the villainous female lead couldn’t catch up to me.

Truly remarkable.

Despair. Ning Ning was truly in despair now.

The gray wolf lunged ferociously, but the only one Ning Ning could rely on was Wen Hemian,who now activated his brain-boosting magic and started a small theater of “Xiaojiu the Loyal Wolf Lord” on his own.

Ning Ning was in a dilemma, unable to fight or not fight. She could only quickly retreat and run when the gray wolf leaped at her with claws outstretched.

The warm sun bathed the lush green grass. Amidst the verdant scenery, the slender and agile girl chased after the simple and shy little wolf, creating a delightful scene.

Wen Hemian was extremely pleased. After a gentle cough, he lowered his eyes to the ancient book in his hand.

On the yellowed pages of the ancient book lay a letter with vigorous handwriting.

[Elder Jiang Xing, greetings!

Senior Sister Zheng Weiqi, who is a disciple of Tian Xianzi, set up a stall at the mountain gate again. I took a look at this kaleidoscope when I passed by and thought it was quite interesting, so I bought it and sent it to you with this letter.

Just put your eyes on one end and turn the ring with your hands, and you will see a very beautiful sight.

I’ve already learned the ninth style of the advanced sword technique, and I’m sure it won’t be long before I can learn some higher-level sword techniques. By then, I’ll be able to go down the mountain for training like my senior brothers and sisters.

The academy’s literary test is coming soon. I hope I can pass it smoothly!

Please take care of yourself, Elder Jiang Xing.]

It turned out that he hadn’t been reading the book earlier but was pondering over this letter.

The letter still contained the whimsical musings of the young girl. As Wen Hemian’s slender fingers gently caressed the paper, he pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

Ning Ning had been anonymously writing to him all along, never stopping.

She disguised herself as a new disciple of the sect, so the letters did not mention her adventures outside the mountain. Sometimes, when Tian Xianzi came to visit Qingxu Valley, Wen Hemian would indirectly learn that she had entered the ancient city of Jialan and defeated the Demon Lord Xuan Ye.

The girl was of the age to be carefree and unrestrained, just like now.

The figure of the girl in the distance gradually disappeared into the shade of the trees. Perhaps because she was too happy, excited shouts occasionally reached Wen Hemian’s ears.

Although some words were unclear, with the breeze blowing on his face, Wen Hemian could still make out a few vague phrases.

“JIu, chase, me, can’t, hurry.”

“Too fast, candy.”

She must be playing with Xiaojiu, and although Wen Hemian couldn’t see them, he could already imagine the warm and friendly scene between the girl and the wolf.

The girl laughed heartily, her clouds of hair swaying with the wind as she turned back. “Xiaojiu, chase after me! Can you do it? Come quickly!”

Pausing for a moment, she suddenly realized, “Did I run too fast? If I catch you, I’ll give you candy! Haha!”

The lively and simple-minded little wolf barked happily.

Youth was truly wonderful.

Little did Ning Ning know what this man was thinking all day.

The only thing she understood was that the fiercely aggressive wolf could pounce at any moment. If it was really, as Wen Hemian said, what kind of intimate contact could Ning Ning have with it—

That’s sorry; it would only be possible for it to get close to her neck with its teeth and then bite down, with a distance between them of negative five centimeters.

Although Ning Ning was extremely physically fit, she had been running for so long that she was now feeling frustrated and impatient. Desperate, she could only turn to Wen Hemian for help, shouting at the top of her lungs:

“Elder Wen, help! This wolf has been chasing me, and I can’t keep going! Hurry up! I really don’t have any Tai Chi Jiji Syrup—!”

(T/N: Chinese medicine syrup and It is used to treat respiratory diseases such as acute bronchitis, post-cold cough, and acute exacerbations of chronic bronchitis. It tastes cloyingly sweet.)

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Ning Ning returned to the mountain with a blank expression.

She had been dealing with that wolf for a long time, while Wen Hemian remained motionless throughout.

In the end, when he wasn’t around, she used her spiritual energy to knock out the gray wolf directly. When she brought it to Wen Hemian, she only said that the wolf ran too fast and accidentally crashed into a tree trunk, losing consciousness instantly.

Wen Hemian nodded lightly and coughed softly, as if he were already accustomed to such scenes, and replied calmly, “It’s nothing. Xiaojiu is often like this. It’s a pity that little friend Ning couldn’t play with it today. How about coming another day?”

Ning Ning smiled awkwardly.

Well, thank you very much indeed. Today’s playtime was truly unforgettable.

In conclusion, when Lin Xun returned home for dinner and happened to meet Ning Ning face-to-face, he was quite startled by her appearance.

His once beautiful senior sister was now ragged and disheveled, her long hair flying wildly like cooked noodles, making him unintentionally feel a little hungry.

As she walked alone through the shade of the trees with a pale face, she resembled a vengeful female ghost who had come to seek revenge, full of deep resentment.

“S-Senior… Senior Sister.”

The little white dragon’s voice trembled with fear, and the watermelon rind in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. “Are you back from begging?”