After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

Bai Yeying stared blankly at him, her cheeks belatedly burning up, turning red all the way to her ears.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say. (⑉• •⑉)

"You...you..."

Nezha turned his face away, his ears flushed a thin layer of red. His tone was harsh, with a hint of evasiveness: "What are you looking at? If you dare to rush in again, I'll throw you into the deepest pit in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons next time."

Without waiting for her reaction, he rolled up the Hun Tian Ling and wrapped it around Bai Yeying, who was still in a petrified state, and sped off towards the direction of Xian Kong Mountain, as if he were fleeing something.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the sunset rushed past.

Wrapped in the Hun Tian Ling, Bai Yeying leaned against him, still completely dazed. The touch on her lips seemed to linger, carrying his unique scent.

She secretly glanced up to look at Nezha's profile.

The boy stared straight ahead, his face slightly tense. He seemed to notice her gaze, but didn't turn his head.

Bai Yeying's heart pounded wildly and rapidly amidst the clamor of the wind, as if she were carrying a lively, hopping rabbit.

She slowly lowered her head, burying half her face in the red silk ribbon, but the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curved upwards little by little, finally blossoming into a silent smile.

The evening breeze couldn't dispel the burning heat on her face, nor could it dispel the sudden surge of emotion in her heart.

So it turns out... she wasn't the only one overthinking things.

Bai Yeying, wrapped in the Hun Tian Ling, returned to Xian Kong Mountain in a daze, and felt a little unreal when her feet touched the ground.

Nezha landed at the cave entrance, loosened his Universe Ring, and moved more hastily than usual. He turned his face away, avoiding looking at her flushed face, and quickly said, "I'm leaving."

Before she could react, the figure vanished in a flash of flame from the Wind and Fire Wheels beneath his feet, moving as fast as if he were escaping a hot potato.

Bai Yeying stood there, the evening breeze caressing her burning cheeks. She raised her hand and gently touched her lips with her fingers.

"He...he kissed me?" she murmured softly, her voice filled with incredulous joy, then she covered her face, letting out a suppressed sob, "Waaah...so embarrassing..."

But the smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed no matter what he did; instead, it just grew wider and wider.

When Cuiluo heard the commotion and came out, she saw her standing at the cave entrance, covering her face and giggling foolishly. She couldn't help but cough lightly and say, "Madam?"

Bai Yeying snapped back to reality, hurriedly lowering her hand and trying to remain calm, but her bright red ears and sparkling eyes betrayed her completely: "Ah? Cuiluo, I... I'm back."

"Yes, Madam." Cuiluo chuckled, but didn't ask any further questions. "Hot water is always ready. Would Madam like to take a bath first?"

"Alright, alright, time for a bath!" Bai Yeying practically fled into the cave.

Warm water enveloped her body. She submerged herself, leaving only half her face above the water, bubbling away, her mind filled with the brief touch at the cliff edge and Nezha's reddened earlobe as he turned around.

"He really likes me." She clutched her chest, where her heart was pounding rapidly.

After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, Bai Yeying lay on the stone bed, but she couldn't fall asleep.

She tossed and turned, sometimes giggling foolishly, sometimes burying her face in the animal hide. Finally, she sat up, took out her pistol, and started practicing.

Over the next few days, Bai Yeying was noticeably distracted. She would stop practicing her marksmanship mid-practice, resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly in the direction of the cave entrance, a silly smile occasionally creeping onto her lips.

Even the slow-witted Teng Han noticed something was wrong and secretly asked Huang Wu, "What's wrong with Madam? She seems to have lost her mind."

Huang Wu's small eyes darted around, and he chuckled softly, "You just don't understand, do you? This isn't just losing your soul, it's having it stolen!"

Bai Yeying vaguely heard their whispers, but she wasn't annoyed. She just touched her cheek and thought sweetly to herself: I wonder what he's doing right now.

.................

Meanwhile, the person she was thinking about was currently riding a whirlwind through the sea of ​​clouds with a sullen face.

Nezha's feelings were quite complicated. That day, atop the cliff of Wanzishan, watching the rat spirit excitedly slid down, then seeing her nearly get stabbed in the cave, and finally, oblivious to her own mortality, she went to join in, a strange anxiety surged through him, and by the time he came to his senses, he was already...

He rubbed his temples in frustration. He was completely out of his mind.

How could someone do such a thing?

But when I looked at her face, which was covered in dust yet shone with an amazing brilliance, and listened to her chattering about how she had bravely stabbed Kui Mulang, I couldn't suppress that impulse.

Troublesome. Absolutely a huge hassle.

He turned his fiery wheels around, not returning to the Cloud Tower Palace, but instead speeding off in another direction in the lower realm. He needed to find something else to do to distract himself.

Then the monsters in the lower realms suffered.

In the southern part of the lower realm lies a treacherous place called the Black Swamp.

This place is perpetually shrouded in miasma, teeming with poisonous insects, and is also home to a thousand-year-old centipede spirit that claims to be the ancestor of all poisons.

At this moment, the Hundred Poison Ancestor was coiled in the black swamp, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Just then, a crimson streak of light, like divine punishment, descended from the sky without warning and smashed into its carapace!

Nezha stomped down, and the flames of the Wind Fire Wheels erupted the moment they made contact!

"Snap... Pfft!"

The sickening cracking of the shells mixed with the muffled thud of splattering juice!

The centipede's carapace, hardened by millennia of cultivation and as tough as iron, couldn't even withstand a single breath before being pierced through, leaving a huge hole! Flames surged wildly through the breach, instantly spreading to the centipede demon's internal organs and joints!

"Hiss..."

The Hundred Poison Ancestor let out a mournful howl, its massive body twisting wildly, stirring up the poisonous mist.

It didn't even see who came from; it only felt a sharp pain that instantly swallowed its consciousness.

The poisonous techniques that even the local gods and mountain spirits found troublesome became a joke in the face of this absolute power.

Nezha didn't even glance down at the giant insect struggling at his feet. His brows were furrowed, and he clicked his tongue in disgust: "Useless."

I put a little pressure on my feet.

"Bang!"

The centipede demon's massive, still convulsing body, along with the poisonous mist surrounding it, was completely enveloped by the crimson-gold divine fire. In the blink of an eye, it was silently incinerated into ashes, leaving not a trace behind.

The irritation in Nezha's heart did not dissipate in the slightest. On the contrary, the ease with which the enemy was crushed added an inexplicable sense of depression.

This level of difficulty isn't even enough to make him move his hands and feet.

He changed direction again, wandering around almost aimlessly.

To the west, in the chaotic rocky mountains, there is a vulture demon king who gathers a large horde of eagles; it's a good opportunity to practice my skills there.

Whoosh... Boom! A spark fell from the sky and landed in the densest part of the demon horde.

The next moment, the crimson fire lotus bloomed out of thin air, purifying all the chattering vulture spirits and their nests into the most primordial particles. A sudden stillness descended upon the world.

In the cold pool to the east, there was an old monster turtle cultivating the Frost Demon, who was leisurely breathing in and out.

"Thump!"

The Wind and Fire Wheels crushed its shell, and the raging flames evaporated the accumulated chilling aura of a thousand years. The old tortoise didn't even have time to retract its head before it followed in the footsteps of the centipede demon.

North... South...