Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 378
Chapter 378
“Xiao Yan has already explained the full story to me. Thank you both for risking your lives to help.”
The dignified and gentle woman smiled serenely, her demeanor graceful.
“The life-saving grace you have shown will never be forgotten. All the members of the Spirit Fox clan have done their utmost to present you with small tokens of gratitude. I hope the two of you enjoy a long and harmonious union.”
“We’re relieved that everyone is safe and sound.”
Ning Ning’s curiosity was piqued as she glanced at two figures in the distance.
“Qiao Yan and Young Master Yan Qing—”
“Yan Qing, that child, is reserved by nature. He wants to wait until he’s fully recovered before expressing his feelings to Xiao Yan.”
Qin Niang chuckled.
“When that time comes, Miss Ning Ning, you must visit the Water Mirror Secret Realm again. I guarantee you’ll see a completely different scene.”
“Time to pay up, folks!”
At a nearby table, the elders of the Immortal Sects were gathered, while Lin Qian sat proudly, holding her head high.
“Those who bet against Pei Ji and Ning Ning’s wedding date, hand over your spirit stones!”
“Unbelievable!”
Ji Yunkai looked utterly humiliated, his small chubby hands trembling as they struggled to hold the pile of spirit stones.
“How could I lose?!”
The elder from the Wanjian Sect sighed deeply.
“Sect Master Ji, you and Island Master Qu bet on the second day after the assembly ended. How could you not lose?”
On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, reminiscing about Xuanxu brothers, today, both of them ended up as utterly defeated chives.
Qu Feiqing raised her gaze to the sky, tears glinting faintly in her eyes.
“Isn’t this just the agony of longing, love that cannot be restrained?”
“I think we can place another bet,” Zheng Weiqi suggested slyly.
“For example, what name will Pei Ji and Ning Ning’s child have?”
Meng Jue, leisurely sipping wine beside Qiu Baishuang, was the first to respond.
“Pei Qi’an.”
“Pei Qi’an, Pei Qi’an—doesn’t that sound like ‘losing money’ when said aloud?”
Su Qinghan shot him a glance.
“Better to call it Pei Ben’er—at least that sounds down-to-earth.”
Xu Ye shivered as he listened, fearing that his senior sister might someday name their child something ridiculous, like “Xu Lifelike” or “Xu Make-a-Wish.”
“I, I, I have an idea!”
He Zhizhou raised his hand excitedly.
“‘Pei Gen‘ sounds great!”
(T/N: Peigen which phonetically resembles “bacon” in English.)
Recalling the bacon pizzas they had once enjoyed in the 21st century, He Zhizhou and the little white dragon beside him both looked wistful, exclaiming in unison, “Ohhhh!”
Wen Hemian, sipping aged wine with a slight drunkenness, couldn’t quite hear their conversation.
He sighed in relief at the lively atmosphere among the disciples, a faint smile gracing his lips.
With the next generation so united, the cultivation world would undoubtedly thrive.
Elder Jiang Xing, having recovered his spiritual energy after days of rest, left the banquet early due to his low alcohol tolerance.
Wandering to a peach grove wall, he unexpectedly overheard a male voice on the other side, deep and slightly aggrieved.
“You’ve been talking to Meng Jue the whole time and ignoring me.”
The air seemed to freeze momentarily.
Zheng Weiqi’s voice carried a teasing tone.
“Oh my, is the Young Lord jealous?”
“Jealous—how could I be jealous?!”
Young Lord Jiang growled fiercely.
“Woman, you’ve angered me. I’ll have to punish you.”
Wen Hemian, overhearing, thought the man sounded intimidating, like a ferocious beast.
Yet Zheng Weiqi remained silent for a moment before calmly responding.
“Oh.”
The man let out a cold laugh, his voice husky and tinged with ambiguous intent.
“You’re destined… to be devoured by me.”
This cringe-worthy line landed with a dull thud, soon followed by a loud noise as something hit the wall.
To everyone’s disbelief, the long-overburdened wall, repeatedly reinforced with spiritual energy due to countless confessions and romantic moments, finally gave way under Jiang Si’s push, collapsing entirely.
The wall had done nothing wrong.
Neither had Wen Hemian, yet both suffered its consequences.
Raising his eyes, Wen Hemian saw Young Lord Jiang holding a wall-leaning stance, biting Zheng Weiqi’s pale cheek with an expression of shock, shame, and heartbreak as he locked eyes with the bewildered Elder Jiang Xing.
Wen Hemian quickly cast a spell and left without a word.
Zheng Weiqi…
Zheng Weiqi: “This is what you meant by ‘devouring me’?”
Jiang Si, still biting her cheek, neither dared to move nor let go.
The male protagonists in romantic storybooks always seemed to say this line.
Every time, it left the heroine blushing furiously.
Eager to imitate them, Jiang Si had rehearsed for days.
Yet, when the time came, flustered and unsure, he somehow ended up biting her cheek instead of her lips.
The female cultivator laughed softly at his clumsy attempt.
Before he could react, Zheng Weiqi broke free, but instead of stepping back, she tilted her head up, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down.
Her gaze burned brightly, leaving Jiang Si flustered and speechless.
Blushing, he stammered, “W-What are you doing? You can have my body, but you’ll never have my heart—I’m an honorable man!”
“Young Lord, ‘devouring’ isn’t done like that.”
She smirked, her lips curling into a crimson, venomous smile.
“Let me teach you how it’s done.”
As she pulled him closer, the scent of peach blossoms and wine overwhelmed his senses, leaving his mind utterly blank.
Late at night, after the guests had left, Ning Ning and Pei Ji retired to their room.
The earlier lively gathering had masked the tension, but now, alone together, the atmosphere grew undeniably awkward.
Though they were inexperienced, they were no longer naive children, fully aware of what was likely to come.
“You…”
“I…”
Their voices overlapped in the silence, and Pei Ji blushed furiously as he looked at her.
“You go first.”
“Our clothes—”
Blurting out such a question made Ning Ning squirm with embarrassment, her voice growing quieter.
“Do we just… take them off directly?”
No, no, what kind of ridiculous question was that?
Regretting her words, Ning Ning wanted to swallow them back and bash her own head.
Pei Ji froze, his expression betraying his surprise.
Noticing her unease, he spoke instinctively, his voice low and steady.
“I’ll help you.”
Startled by his response, the young woman widened her eyes in disbelief.
Still, she sat obediently at the bedside, removing her hairpins and kicking off her shoes before meeting his gaze.
