Chapter Seventy: Guan Bao’s Friendship
To be fair, Yun Zhonghe didn’t really have any special feelings for the white-haired loli. After all, they were good buddies, and who ever has special ideas about their good buddy?
But no matter how much he thought that in his heart, he couldn’t resist the irresistible allure of his buddy. The sweet fragrance up his nose was like some fruity candy, almost making him imagine the front like a big, plump peach.
Was Yun Zhonghe eating his own farts?
“What kind of flavor is this? How can it be so sweet?”
Yun Zhonghe was curious. He knew that many people would idealize girls as paragons of perfection, but in reality, they’re still human and do things like poop and fart. The places that should be alluring are just as alluring, and girls with slightly higher hormone levels might even smell stronger than guys.
Let’s not brag, but the white-haired loli did smell really nice, not at all pungent, with a rich fruity sweetness mixed with a specific dairy scent. It was like having two flavors of candy in your mouth at the same time, yet they blended together seamlessly, tickling the taste buds.
Is this kid made of candy?!
In thoughts, but Yun Zhonghe was relatively decent, so instead of blurting out his thoughts, he calmly asked, “Why did you stop?”
“We’re at the top! No, wait! You back away first, don’t push in anymore.”
Mu Jixue blushed prettily. She felt Yun Zhonghe’s breath hit her panties, and it felt like little bugs crawling around, giving her goosebumps.
Knowing when to step back, Yun Zhonghe retreated a bit. Once the white-haired loli calmed down, she started looking around, searching for a mechanism.
“I found it!”
Carefully pushing open the wooden board on top, Mu Jixue peeked out and discovered another bedboard. They seemed to have run into another room.
After checking around and finding no one, Mu Jixue crawled out from under the bed, with Yun Zhonghe following suit.
It was quite an ordinary room that didn’t look like a guest room of a inn but more like a servant’s quarters.
The room was dim.
Yun Zhonghe held his breath, gesturing for Mu Jixue to stay put while he investigated for any danger nearby.
Huang Mao never let Huang Aotian out of sight, showing just how much spiritual energy these brothers had!
With his hand on the golden sword, Yun Zhonghe approached the door slowly, pressing himself against the wall.
A group of people passed by outside.
“That kid ran this way, didn’t he?”
“Search!”
Yun Zhonghe was uncertain if someone ran past, maybe not referring to him and Mu Jixue. The searchers seemed to point at just one guy, and they hadn’t been noticed missing.
But the crowd appeared ready to break in. Yun Zhonghe didn’t waste time; he turned and pulled Mu Jixue to hide.
It wasn’t safe in the tunnel, a dead-end, and being trapped would be a disaster.
Yun Zhonghe looked around, spotting a wardrobe nearby. Quickly, he pulled Mu Jixue inside.
At Foundation Establishment stage, even loud movements could be silent.
Mu Jixue stayed silent too, feeling many people approaching. She wanted to complain about his choice of hiding spot, in the wardrobe no less.
The wardrobe was snug, forcing them to stay close. If anything, Mu Jixue’s ample chest pressed tightly against Yun Zhonghe.
They were in tight contact.
d*mn Huang Mao, thinking of taking advantage like this!
Mu Jixue suppressed her urge to curse and tried moving herself away with her arms, hitting the wrong place accidentally.
Yun Zhonghe froze, eyes wide. Mu Jixue’s face turned bright red.
She’d touched something rather sizable, not intentionally, but because of their height difference, she ended up doing it, causing immediate embarrassment. She hastily withdrew her hand.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s fine, I bumped into you too, so we’re even now.”
Yun Zhonghe wasn’t bothered, seeing it as a nice twist. They now had an ‘even’ moment, calling it “Guan Bao’s Friendship”?
“What? Oh… Wait, what!!”
This was the last thing she needed, reminded again by Yun Zhonghe about the earlier incident in the tunnel, making her blush uncontrollably.
Can this even be compared? Can it?
Her little fangs showed, warning him. At this moment, Yun Zhonghe sensed someone staring, signaling her to keep quiet.
Mu Jixue breathed deeply, stifling her anger.
Forget it, saving Xiao Yu is most important. Huang Aotian would put aside personal emotions for the main character.
Yun Zhonghe wasn’t too concerned about being so close to the white-haired loli, watching the commotion outside. But he felt watched, why?
Turning quickly, he saw swollen eyes through the gap in the wardrobe opposite, locking onto his.
???
This was odd. Outside they were running, inside two people stared.
Someone was hiding behind the next wardrobe, a hole between compartments allowing them to see each other.
That person might’ve worn blue clothes once, but now they looked dirty with swollen eyes like they’d been crying.
Who was this person? Did they come here recently? Why didn’t I notice earlier?
Yun Zhonghe was amazed. This person was skilled at concealing their presence. As a cultivator of swords, he was perceptive and enhanced by the Book of Prophecy. It was near impossible for someone to escape his notice.
But due to proximity and their stare, Yun Zhonghe felt their presence.
Staring back, perhaps recognizing the non-danger, neither of them spoke.
Mu Jixue pressed against Yun Zhonghe, oblivious to the mystery unfolding.
Suddenly, a stone was thrown from the swelling-eyes guy.
Yun Zhonghe caught it, realizing it glowed faintly.
Not just anything, something significant.
“Not just any item,” he thought.
