Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

Lu also circled around and returned to the shore of the Lake of the Dead.

The senior students who fell in there earlier have already climbed out, and they certainly won't be returning to this place of sorrow anytime soon.

Moreover, it's as if he's now positioned behind the pursuing force, the most dangerous place is also the safest place.

A fire rose by the lake, and a black umbrella was stuck next to it. With this level-three ghost artifact, a small space could be covered, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

Lu also has many of these strange little gadgets.

The fire crackled intermittently as Ling Xin'er sat quietly by it, watching Lu Ye's busy work with a hint of curiosity.

Not long after, Lu also came to the fire and placed two small piles of food on the ground.

There was a pile of snacks such as apples, bananas, cherries, and chocolates, as well as a bottle of milk.

The pile consists of four golden, fragrant roasted chicken legs.

"Take whichever you want to eat."

Ling Xin'er reached for the bottle of milk, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to the pile of glistening roasted chicken legs, and her throat visibly moved.

Eat what you want.

Lu Ye grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into Ling Xin'er's hand.

The other person took it and looked at it for a while, but didn't say anything.

Just when Lu thought the 14-year-old girl didn't really want to eat meat, a low voice rang out.

"It has fur."

"What?"

Lu didn't hear clearly, or perhaps he didn't understand.

Ling Xin'er lowered her head after being glanced at, shrinking back into herself like a snail that had been accidentally touched, repeating the same thing timidly and stubbornly inside her shell.

"It has fur."

Lu Ye understood this time. Following Ling Xin'er's gaze, he saw a tiny downy hair on the chicken leg that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

The chicken was killed first, and the feathers were plucked on the spot. Plus, it was so dark that even someone as strong as him couldn't possibly clean it completely.

But Lu also planned to pretend he didn't hear and started eating his chicken leg.

However, it turned out that as long as that hair was still there, even though Ling Xin'er was secretly swallowing her saliva, she didn't intend to bite it, but she also didn't intend to pluck the hair herself.

"You're pretty good."

Lu Ye reached out and plucked that crucial chicken feather; if he didn't, he felt Ling Xin'er would really starve him to death.

Let's just consider it the delicacy and stubbornness of a 14-year-old girl in the prime of her youth. Who doesn't have a stubborn streak during puberty?

Just like when he was 14 years old, he had to pluck a hair from Zhao Mengde's leg every morning after arriving at school, otherwise he wouldn't have a happy day.

"Thank you."

After plucking the chicken feathers, Ling Xin'er seemed to have her inner demons cured, and began to eat, her manners elegant, taking small bites.

But his eyes clearly revealed a hint of surprise and unexpected joy.

It's so pitiful for rich kids; they must have never eaten chicken legs when they were little.

Lu finished the remaining meat in a few bites, then casually picked up a banana. Noticing another gaze directed at him, he lazily responded:

"This isn't a single-choice question, it's multiple-choice. After you finish the chicken leg, you can have fruit too. Help yourself."

After a minute of silence, a small hand finally reached for another pile of food and picked up two apples.

Then he got up and walked to the clear lake water to wash himself carefully.

"what!"

Before I had even finished washing, a suppressed scream suddenly rang out.

With a thud, Ling Xin'er, pale-faced, ran back to the campfire and stood close to Lu without saying a word.

Lu didn't even need to look to know that he was probably scared to death when he suddenly saw something strange in the water while washing apples.

18-year-old Ling Xin'er can fight against the supernatural, but she might not be able to at 14.

"Here...here's one for you."

Ling Xin'er, pale-faced, handed Lu Ye a clean apple.

Lu Ye casually took the apple. He had a big appetite, so finishing another apple was no problem for him. Looking at Ling Xin'er, who was also taking small, elegant bites of her apple, he smiled curiously and asked:

"You weren't rebellious during your adolescence?"

[Regression Disorder] caused Ling Xin'er's consciousness to regress to that of a 14-year-old, and it continues to regress.

Lu also noticed that compared to Ling Xin'er as an adult, the 14-year-old Ling Xin'er, although not as cold, was very quiet and well-behaved.

They're so well-behaved.

They're so well-behaved that they won't even reach out to get the food they want.

Shouldn't 14 be the oldest age in the world? A life without rebellion is just too boring.

"Actually, you're not cold, you're just socially anxious, right?"

Lu Ye seems to have discovered a certain truth.

"I don't know."

Ling Xin'er curled up her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and looked at the lakeside. Suddenly, she remembered that there were terrible dirty things in the lake, so she quickly turned her gaze to the fire.

"I've always been like this."

"That's right. You'll be much colder in the future than you are now. At least we can chat for a bit now, unlike you four years from now, who always has a long face as if everyone owes your family money."

Lu didn't regard the Ling Xin'er in front of him as the Ling Xin'er after she grew up.

It seems that Ling Xin'er at 14 years old had no idea what she looked like at 18.

However, Lu could also tell that this girl had lived a very monotonous life since childhood, probably like a little princess in a fairy tale locked in a tall pink castle.

They have no worries about food and clothing, but no joy in life.

That's why they put on that aloof and distant attitude after they grow up. It's not the coldness of a rich person, it's just social anxiety.

"It's still a while before dawn, so don't leave this area. It's warm by the fire, so shout if anything happens."

Lu Ye pointed to the circle drawn on the ground, patted his bottom, got up and walked towards the ancient tree next to him. The red thread quietly turned into a cocoon again, wrapping him up inside.

It was still early, so he decided to sleep a little longer.

After all, having caused such a commotion at that cliff tonight, the hatred I've attracted is probably growing, and the next few days will definitely become more and more dangerous. I need to conserve my energy.

The cocoon formed by the red line is warm and comfortable, and it fits the body's curves perfectly, almost like weightless sleep.

However, noticing the gaze that was constantly watching him from outside, Lu Ye rolled over several times before finally opening a crack and looking down at Ling Xin'er standing under the cocoon.

She stood barefoot on the grass, dressed in a little white dress, staring straight back at him without saying a word.

But the longing in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

That emotion was clearer than before.

The mental disorder relapsed again, and Ling Xin'er's consciousness regressed by several years.

Lu also tried asking, "You... want to sleep with me?"

"Fear."

Lu Ye seemed to be deep in thought. "How old are you now?"

"You're eight years old, brother."

"......."

Even someone as strong as him.

How can one resist a beautiful girl with a slender figure but the intelligence of an eight-year-old who can still call someone "brother"?

"Come in."

Lu Ye reached out, grabbed Ling Xin'er's small hand, and gently pulled her into the cocoon. The smooth cocoon closed again, and it wasn't too crowded.

"Go to sleep, behave yourself and don't move around."

Ling Xin'er curled up against him, burying her face in his chest like a kitten, and nodded obediently.

"oh."