Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Mo Xie sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "What, afraid no one will collect my body after I die?"

Jiang Yining was putting a blood-stained storage ring into her bosom when she heard this. She paused, turned around, and a fake smile instantly appeared on her face, which was covered in dust but still bright and beautiful.

"Young Master, what are you saying!"

She patted the dirt off her hands, her face full of righteous indignation, as if the person who had just been hiding in the crack between the rocks was not her at all.

"I know my place! Think about it, if I rushed in, I'd only be causing trouble for you, young master, and you'd have to go through the trouble of saving me. Wouldn't that hinder your brilliant and heroic performance?"

As Jiang Yining spoke, she trotted over to Mo Xie and handed him the bulging sack in a fawning manner.

"Besides, how could I let such rough work as cleaning up the battlefield get your hands dirty, young master? I'm just trying to help you out! This is called... this is called a tactical retreat!"

Mo Xie looked at her shameless "I'm in the right" attitude, his lips twitched, and in the end he didn't have the strength to scold her anymore.

"Give me the storage ring; the rest of the junk is yours."

He snorted coldly, reached out and took the rings, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Jiang Yining chuckled inwardly. This arrogant brat was clearly in excruciating pain but stubbornly pretending to be okay.

Her eyes darted around, and while handing over the ring, she subtly brushed her fingertips against Mo Xie's sleeve, discreetly tucking a stray red hair that had just fallen between her fingers.

"Thank you for the reward, young master!" Jiang Yining replied with a smile.

……

As night deepened, a bonfire was lit on the wasteland.

Mo Xie leaned against the Divine Machine Box, her face so pale it was almost transparent.

He had a gruesome wound on his right arm, inflicted by the poisoned dart of the first assassin during his death throes.

Black, poisonous blood was slowly seeping out.

"Young master, bear with it."

Jiang Yining knelt beside him, holding a small silver knife, and was helping him remove the rotten flesh.

Her movements were extremely fast, and her wrists were incredibly steady, without the slightest tremor.

"hiss……"

Mo Xie gasped in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead. Her usually arrogant and sharp-tongued face was now filled with vulnerability.

"Be gentle! Are you trying to remove my bones too?"

"The toxins have seeped into the bone; if this arm isn't scraped clean, it'll be ruined."

Jiang Yining didn't even look up, her tone as calm as an emotionless healer: "If Young Master is afraid of pain, you can cry it out. I won't laugh at you."

"Who...who's afraid of pain!"

Mo Xie gritted his teeth, staring intently at the top of Jiang Yining's head.

This woman dodged so quickly just now, but she's really ruthless now.

As the last piece of dark flesh was removed, bright red blood finally flowed out.

Jiang Yining's eyes darkened instantly.

opportunity.

She took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom, seemingly to wipe the blood around his wound.

In reality, he pressed down hard on the wound with his fingers in a very discreet manner.

"Hmm!"

Mo Xie groaned, his whole body shuddering in pain, and he instinctively shrank into Jiang Yining's arms.

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped."

Jiang Yining apologized, but her hands didn't stop moving.

The silk handkerchief quickly absorbed Mo Xie's blood and was stuffed into a hidden storage pocket in her sleeve with lightning speed.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief after doing all that.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yining looked at Mo Xie's lips, which were pale with pain, and for a rare moment, she felt a pang of conscience.

She lowered her head and approached the wound.

"call……"

I blew a gentle breath.

The warm breath brushed against the wound, carrying a slightly tingling coolness.

Mo Xie froze, the two of them were extremely close.

He was so close that he could see Jiang Yining's long, drooping eyelashes and smell the pleasant fragrance of herbs on her.

The woman lowered her head, her expression focused and gentle, as if she were handling a rare treasure.

This feeling... is so unfamiliar.

Actually, he was cursed, which is why he turned into this child-like appearance.

After he became like that, the women who used to be so attentive to him all avoided him like the plague.

"you……"

Mo Xie's throat felt dry, and a crack seemed to appear in the layer of arrogant ice in her golden pupils.

His body instinctively wanted to push him away, but nestled in that soft embrace, smelling that comforting scent, he was reluctant to move.

As if by some strange twist of fate, those words, which were clearly inappropriate, just slipped out of my mouth.

"It's quite soft..."

His voice, with a barely perceptible nasal tone, was muffled and buried in the crook of Jiang Yining's neck.

Like a wild cat that usually puffs up its fur but has finally put away its claws, wanting only to snuggle up in this rare moment of warmth.

Jiang Yining paused.

He subconsciously looked down and met Mo Xie's somewhat dreamy golden eyes.

In the firelight, the boy's face was flushed, and his long eyelashes were still trembling slightly, shedding the hard shell called "arrogance".

At this moment, he finally acted like a real child.

This unexpected cuteness is just too much...

Jiang Yining resisted the urge to pinch his cheek.

She deftly tied the gauze into a pretty bow, then casually ruffled his fiery red soft hair.

It feels great to the touch.

"Alright, young master."

"what?"

Mo Xie suddenly came to her senses, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and instantly sprang away from Jiang Yining's arms, retreating all the way to the side of the Divine Machine Box.

He glanced down in a panic at the horribly ugly bow on his arm, then touched his hair that had just been ruffled. His face flushed red to his ears and even started to spread up his neck.

"Who...who told you to tie a bow! It looks awful!"

Mo Xie roared in a show of bravado, but his voice clearly lacked conviction.

Despite his complaints, his hands instinctively protected the knot, as if afraid that the violent movements had broken it.

Jiang Yining found his awkward expression amusing, but was even more pleased with the blood-soaked handkerchief in her sleeve.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm clumsy with my hands."

Jiang Yining stood up, dusted off her skirt, and handed her a glass of water with a smile: "Next time I'll embroider a divine machine box on it for you, I guarantee it will look majestic and imposing."

Mo Xie took the water, snorted, and turned his face away, no longer looking at her, only using the act of drinking water to hide the heat on his face.

This woman... isn't that bad.

At least, I feel quite warm, and the bandaging technique... wasn't bad either.

The night wind blew, and the campfire crackled.

Jiang Yining leaned against the rock, pretending to doze off, but her fingers secretly caressed the blood-stained silk handkerchief in her sleeve, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

Lei'er...you must all stay safe, or your mother will come looking for you.