Under the moonlit rooftop, the Qiushui Pavilion was eerily quiet, only the occasional chirp of birds breaking the serene silence. Faint sounds of Master grinding his teeth while driving a roaring beast could be heard in the distance, adding to the tranquility.
Li Mo sat upright, cradling something as soft as jade—was it an ice chunk of a certain fairy? One hand was snugly around her slim waist, while the other rested on her thigh.
Ying Bing wore a stoic expression, feeling the warmth on her thigh and waist. She pursed her lips, appearing as if she were frozen in place by a petrifying spell.
Warmth seemed to…
“You…”
“Forty is forty. As a blacksmith, having a second hammer is perfectly reasonable, right?”
“…..”
How strange! The law of complementarity seemed to be failing with Little Li. His mouth could still somehow be firm and sturdy!
After saying this, Li Mo felt the delicate hand on his shoulder tighten its grip.
Looking up, he caught sight of the ice chunk’s vacant gaze, her tone light:
“Truly, a master of horizontal training, your body is like a treasured artifact…”
Li Mo pondered for a moment and replied, “I’ve made a bit of progress recently—it’s horizontal training perfected, my body like a renowned artifact.”
“?”
Ying Bing blinked in surprise, her cool face showing a hint of bewilderment.
The physique was the hardest to hone. She had long endured the trials of Taiyin’s power, which forged her icy skin and jade bones.
Even so, her physicality used to be a bit inferior to his.
Now it seemed… even farther behind.
The countdown to the rankings was drawing near…
However, her consciousness soul should hold the advantage, plus she wouldn’t suffer from any divine weapon setbacks.
The energies of yin and yang swirled as Taiyin’s consciousness soul and the moon above shone together—time passed quietly.
Unknowingly, the witching hour approached.
The system never missed an appearance:
[Correctly listing all the talents from the Eastern Wilderness, Yunzhou, and the South Border…]
[Conducting combat power comparisons…]
[Fiftieth among the talents: Huang Donglai.]
[Forty-ninth: Du Yu.]
…
Ying Bing focused intently on the rankings.
Soon, they reached the top ten.
Li Mo initially sat with the composure of a true gentleman, unwilling to fidget. But after a moment, he noticed the ice chunk consistently staring at one spot.
Moreover, her soft, fragrant body seemed a tad tense.
“What’s the ice chunk looking at?”
Little Li, with his boundless curiosity, glanced down.
As he did, his eyes were suddenly blinded, nearly falling back.
“Mm mm…”
“?”
Ying Bing jolted, her tense body relaxing a bit as she shot him a glare. But he was already obscured.
He could clearly feel her breath brushing against him, tantalizingly ticklish.
The ice chunk had intended to say something.
But the system’s ranking had already reached its end.
[Second place among the talents: Ying Bing.]
[First place: Li Mo.]
[Congratulations, host! You snagged second place—keep up the hard work!]
[Please seek out the victor promptly and complete the punishment for the loser… Oh, detected host is currently nestled in the victor’s arms; I won’t disturb you, haha!]
“……”
The cheeky system vanished without a trace, leaving no space for rebuttal.
“Mm?”
With his face buried in her shoulder, Little Li suddenly sensed something unusual.
Why was her heart racing even faster now?
Not only that, but the sound of her heartbeat seemed louder than before.
Li Mo blinked, “Ice chunk?”
“Why have you been scratching your neck so much lately?” Ying Bing blurted out a completely baffling question.
She herself had no idea how she asked that.
Looking down at the young man’s neck, she noticed faint red marks—likely his own doing.
Li Mo was puzzled but still nodded, “My neck gets itchy sometimes, like I’ve been bitten by mosquitoes. With my strong physique, what mosquito could manage that? It’s even itchier lately, and the ointment isn’t helping.”
“Strange, don’t you have any clues, ice chunk?”
“……”
Ying Bing couldn’t help but remember something from a dream.
Right, Qin Yuzhi seemed to have mentioned it.
Dreams and reality are linked on some level and can influence each other.
The more one masters the dream path, the clearer it becomes.
Yet, she had neither trained in the dream path nor attained enough strength to connect dreams and reality at that level…
But it didn’t seem like the time to ponder this question.
“I don’t know either,” Ying Bing murmured, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear, her gaze drifting elsewhere.
“Darn it.”
It was well-known how vast and profound the ice chunk’s knowledge was.
The fact that she couldn’t figure this out made her feel a bit off; she was even a little behind him in this regard… but wait?
When she was a child and got bitten by a mosquito, what did her mother do?
Little Li’s light bulb moment:
“Hey, even though I’m not sure what’s causing it, I think I’ve got an idea!”
“What idea?”
“Saliva! When I was a kid, if I got bitten, my mom would rub some saliva on the bump and then seal it.”
Saying this, Li Mo mimicked the action, tracing a cross with his nail on the ice chunk’s wrist.
Ying Bing pursed her lips, asking, “Will this… actually help?”
“The bump helps, my mom’s method is pretty reliable, and since I can’t see my own neck…”
Li Mo blinked, “Sister, help me.”
“…..”
Ying Bing lightly bit her lip, her eyes glimmering like moonlight.
“Sister, it’s itchy…”
“Really… I can’t deal with you.”
After saying that, Ying Bing suddenly lowered her head.
Li Mo froze, feeling an itchy warmth, and gentle nibbles on his neck.
He suddenly remembered his last life’s cat—gorgeous and aloof, ignoring everyone but leaping on his bed to lick his neck when it was time for breakfast.
“Still… itchy?” The ice chunk looked up, her eyes misty.
“Mm… mm!”
The gentlemanly Little Li felt the warmth on his neck cool rapidly.
That area wasn’t itchy anymore.
But it felt like something was tickling within, trying to emerge…
So he nodded earnestly, confirming with fervor.
It was common knowledge that using saliva to seal a mosquito bite always required two steps.
Yet the ice chunk had uniquely simplified this all into one!
She was truly a genius!
The moonlight, like a silver veil, enveloped the two on the rooftop.
At first, they were a bit stiff, especially the poker-faced cold fairy.
But gradually, she seemed to be melting into the warmth of someone’s embrace…
……
P.S.: Just got home this afternoon, running a bit late, but I’m still posting three updates today! Apologies to the audience!
It seems a little distraction truly does work! Hehe.
