Scourge Messenger

Chapter 346 You can be all tattered and worn, I'll take care of mending and patching it up.

"Compare the size of your hands."

"Yellow Dog, your hands are so big."

"You're much fairer than me."

"We're both third-tier messengers, but why do my hands feel so much softer than yours?"

"Your hair smells wonderful."

"Your eyes are quite beautiful."

Can I sit next to you?

"Get out of here!" Yan Qing couldn't help but kick him, but Murong Hui gracefully dodged and jumped to a distance where he couldn't kick her.

At first, Yan Qing genuinely thought Murong Hui was concerned about him, circling around him and rubbing against him. The accidental physical contact caused Yan Qing both pain and pleasure. However, when Yan Qing noticed the teasing in her eyes, he realized that this little rascal had deliberately made an accident, and he immediately became furious.

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. I treat you like a brother, and you've already got bad intentions towards me." Murong Hui sighed helplessly, then leaned over and blew on his ear: "If you kneel down and beg me, I might just grant your wish."

After saying that, she turned and darted out, but unfortunately Ying Ru was blocking her way. She couldn't escape and was brutally beaten by the furious Yan Qing. By the time Yan Qing vented his anger, she had transformed into a weak little kitten lying on the sofa, pretending to cry: "Waaah, little fox, why are you blocking my way..."

“Hui, you need to be a little more mindful of the boundaries you strike.” Ying Rushi glanced at her. “Huang Quan is different from us. He’s a man. You can’t act as recklessly with him as you do with me.”

Murong Hui paused slightly, then nodded and said, "I understand."

Ying nodded with relief: "It's good that you know."

"I'll take his underwear off next time." Murong Hui clenched her fists. "He saw you just now, but he didn't let you see. It's so unfair! I'll get revenge for you!"

So Murong Hui got beaten a second time.

It's getting late, time to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Tonight, instead of dragon servants guarding the bed, Qiongqi, Bai Ze, and the three-headed demon Liu Er are surrounding it. To be honest, each of these three demons is more ferocious than the last, but perhaps because these puppets were raised by everyone with care and love, being stared at by them doesn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, it feels like being surrounded by cats and dogs while sleeping, giving one a sense of security.

It was still Yan Qing's turn to be on the first shift. He sat on the windowsill, looking at the empty streets outside. Occasionally, the shadows of demons would pass by, and his mood became very peaceful.

He suddenly realized that apart from taking a bath and standing guard at night, he didn't have much time to himself during the day. Now even his bath time was being taken up by them... But Ying Rushi probably wouldn't be taking a bath with him tomorrow night... right?

Today is the fourth day, and tomorrow will be the fifth day. We can leave the Demon Gathering Land. However, Yan Qing will definitely not leave immediately. No matter what, he wants to try to challenge the True Demon of the Transformation of Freedom to obtain profound supernatural powers. But all good things must come to an end.

Even though they lived and died together, ate and slept together in the Guiding Lands, they would eventually go their separate ways and pursue their own lives after leaving the Guiding Lands.

But they don't have to be separated.

Yan Qing walked over, and although Murong Hui wasn't snoring, her foot was almost hitting Ying Rushi's face. She only had the guts to do that when she was asleep.

He squatted down and poked Ying Rushi's cheek.

no response.

After being poked twice more, Ying Ru turned over and covered her face with her hand, making it seem as if she was really asleep.

Yan Qing blinked and reached out to pinch Ying Rushi's nose.

One minute passed, then two minutes passed, and before Ying Rushi could admit defeat, he had already given up. He was really afraid that this stupid woman would suffocate herself with her anger.

One plan failed, so Yan Qing devised another. He gently traced the bridge of her nose and lips with his fingers, lightly touching her slender neck, as if playing a silent instrument. Ying Rushi still didn't react; even her breathing rhythm remained unchanged, but her skin temperature seemed to rise.

Then, taking advantage of her inattention, Yan Qing reached across her collarbone basin and attempted to challenge the insurmountable snow-capped peak!
*Snap.* Ying Rushi gripped his wrist tightly, opening her eyes and staring straight at him. Yan Qing showed no embarrassment at being caught doing something wrong. He tickled her armpit to make her let go, then calmly returned to his post on the windowsill to continue his watch.

Ying Ru walked over barefoot and noticed that Yan Qing showed no embarrassment at all. She said quietly, "If you want to touch her, you can ask Hui. She might be willing."

Yan Qing blinked. "Are you jealous?" "Who would be jealous?" Ying Rushi spat at him, a little jealous. "Anyway, you're just a lecherous dog. Hui is so pretty and cute and likes you. Why don't you go find her? Besides, she's sleeping soundly."

"Hmm." Yan Qing nodded with considerable conviction, then walked past her into the living room. Ying Ru stared at him, her eyes wide with rage, feeling as if her stomach was about to burst. She was determined to rid the world of this scourge; how could there be such a shameless person in this world? She would kill him first, then herself!

However, before Ying Rushi could draw her Heaven-Slaying Sword, Yan Qing turned back, holding a medicine bottle in his hand. He feigned ignorance and asked, "I just went to get some ointment, why are you looking at me so seriously?"

"I don't want to talk to you, you don't deserve to hear it." Ying Rushi grabbed Yan Qing's waist with both hands like a crab and twisted it hard.

Yan Qing winced in pain and quickly slapped her hand away. "Stop fooling around, let's apply the ointment and take off the bandage."

"No." Ying Rushi shook her head, paused, and said, "Give me the ointment, I'll apply it myself."

Yan Qing blinked and asked cautiously, "Are you very angry? Why don't you pinch it again?"

Looking at Yan Qing's concerned eyes, Ying Rushi's resentment softened. "It's none of your business... Didn't you teach me how to apply medicine last night? I've learned it, I don't need your help."

Yan Qing looked at her as she hugged her hands tightly, vaguely understanding her thoughts: "You don't want me to see your hands? But I saw them last night."

"Anyway, I don't need your help."

"But what if I want to touch your hand?"

Yan Qing spoke frankly and openly, as if he were simply making a perfectly reasonable request. Ying Rushi was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant: "That won't work either!"

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Wait until my hands are healed before... okay?"

Yan Qing knew that Ying Ru was already at her limit to say those words. She was the type who was ashamed to talk about her desires, like a little girl who had been strictly disciplined. From a young age, she believed that she was not worthy of any fun, and actively pursuing the romance between men and women was a sin to her.

“I have a way to apply the medicine without seeing your hands,” Yan Qing said.

Three seconds later, Ying Rushi sat on Yan Qing's lap, her legs pressed together without a gap, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"How about that? Now I can't see it anymore. I can only see the back of your neck and your hair."

"Let's forget it." Ying Rushi couldn't bear such intimacy any longer and struggled to get up: "This is too—"

“Sit down,” Yan Qing pressed down on her waist, chuckling, “You don’t want Murong Hui to find out we look like this, do you?”

Ying Rushi froze, only able to let Yan Qing untie the bandages on her hands and apply warm ointment to them. Somewhat unexpectedly, Yan Qing was quite proper, and when he said he would touch her hands, he really only touched her hands. Ying Rushi, who was so nervous that she felt like she was digging out a three-bedroom apartment, gradually relaxed.

The room was dimly lit, with only the streetlights filtering through the window, like a hazy veil draped over them. Ying Rushi leaned against Yan Qing's chest, faintly smelling the scent emanating from his collar, somewhat like the smell of clothes drying in the sun—faint and pleasant.

"It feels much more comfortable to touch than yesterday," Yan Qing said. "With the recovery power of the third-tier messenger and the flawless white jade ointment, it should be fully restored in about a month. You just said that I could touch it as much as I wanted then."

"I never said that..." Ying Rushi was both amused and annoyed, and snorted lightly, "We'll see when the time comes, who knows, you might get hurt again?"

Ying Ru thought he would say something about protecting herself again, which she would quite like to hear. However, Yan Qing nodded and said, "That's right. With your personality, which makes you willing to risk everything for your goals, getting injured is probably a common occurrence."

"but."

Yan Qing applied the ointment thoroughly to Ying Rushi's palm, then interlocked his fingers and grasped her hand: "No matter how badly you're injured, I won't despise you. You can be all tattered and torn; I'll take care of mending you."

"You're the one who's all tattered and broken."

Ying Ru chuckled and cursed, her last trace of unease vanishing completely. She disliked complaining; from a young age, Ying Le had taught her that bringing up tears and blood only breeds disgust. People only admire vibrant flowers, not ugly roots in the soil. Therefore, she only hoped to always appear beautiful, confident, and cheerful in front of those she loved, always upholding justice… She never imagined anyone would accept everything about her, whether glamorous or ugly.

She couldn't help but snuggle against Yan Qing, searching for a more comfortable position to lie in his arms, as if wanting to merge into his body. At this moment, Ying Le, Shen Wu, Qi Kingdom, the world, the family of thieves, Foundation Establishment cultivators... all her troubles vanished from Ying Ru Shi's heart. She could only quietly enjoy this tranquil sweetness, imagining the silent passage of time until their hair turned white and they were buried together in a grave.

Who will be fortunate enough to entrust their life to someone?
　My computer, which I bought just three months ago, had its power supply explode... When I turned it on, I heard a popping sound like a balloon being punctured. I was terrified and it took me a long time before I dared to go over and turn off the power.

　　This must be a conspiracy by the Dual Cultivation Cult! The Dual Cultivation Cult is going to harm me! (hint)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)