Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Who are you talking to?

Wu Li glanced sideways at the butterfly as it opened the door, and a head floated out. The two braids had become loose after sleeping all night, and a few strands of soft hair hung down beside the cheeks, fluttering gently in the breeze.

But it's not a chaotic mess; rather, it's like willow branches intertwined and swaying in the wind, beautiful even in its disorder.

As soon as she asked the question, Chai Xiaomi bit her lip in annoyance.

How could she forget it after just one night's sleep?

Last night she made a solemn vow that she would never speak to him unless he apologized.

Moreover, the "underwear incident" happened this morning.

The conflict should have escalated.

How could she break the rules just because of that little bit of curiosity?

Chai Xiaomi coughed awkwardly, ignoring Wu Li's amused expression as if she were laughing at her. She spotted the third living creature present, quickly squatted down under the pillar, and said to a small snail slowly climbing up, "What? You were just telling the bird that the weather is nice today? Hmm, I think so too."

Before Wu Li could speak, Chai Xiaomi immediately turned the tables on herself.

She squatted there with great seriousness and chatted with the snail for a few minutes.

Just then, a harsh shout rang out from the other end of the wooden-railed corridor:

"You bastard! The time to present the gift to Qi Lao is almost over, what are you still dawdling about here for!"

Menglu led a few men and strode over aggressively.

Looking at the bastard who had escaped from the tree monster's jaws, he thought of his good friend Chi Lie who had perished in the mountains, and felt both hatred and anger.

Meng Lu was furious but dared not attack him. Wu Li was no longer the child who could be bullied. He was now covered in poison and exuded a murderous aura. If he was not careful, he would suffer a backlash.

He had no choice but to deliberately raise his voice to embarrass him in front of others.

Upon hearing that loud "bastard."

She sometimes found it strange that Wu Li, despite his bad temper, never seemed to take the insults from his clansmen to heart.

What she was more curious about was what kind of background he had that made him so despised by his clan.

She had no way of knowing these things, but the harsh address made her heart tighten.

Meng Lu shouted so loudly, as if he wanted everyone to know that Wu Li was ostracized, lowly, and someone anyone could trample on.

The girl's gaze, sharp as a knife, suddenly turned around, making her large eyes appear exceptionally bright. Her Miao-style short skirt outlined her graceful figure, and as she squatted down, the hem of her skirt swayed slightly, revealing glimpses of her fair legs.

A hint of amazement flashed in Meng Lu's eyes. He hadn't realized before that this bastard's medicine man was such a rare beauty.

Just as his gaze was about to peer under the skirt, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

Wu Li coldly met his gaze, her tone icy colder than ever before: "When the time comes, I will go myself. You just mind your own business."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Especially, take good care of your eyes."

Menglu was momentarily taken aback.

In the past, no matter how harshly they spoke to each other, Wu Li always remained unmoved, not even bothering to respond with a single word. His disdainful attitude often made people feel like they were punching cotton.

But today, he actually retaliated to my face.

Under Wu Li's intense gaze, Meng Lu actually seemed somewhat weak.

Without the clan leader and high priest present to suppress him, what if Wu Li loses control and releases all the poisonous Gu within his body...?

He dared not think any further and could only bite the bullet and say, "Then hurry up and go! The Crimson Blood Silkworm is on you, and you must offer it up."

Wu Li raised an eyebrow and replied casually, "Don't worry, I'll definitely get there before you."

Chai Xiaomi stood up behind Wu Li.

Seeing him glance over, he asked with a hint of displeasure, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

She pursed her lips, bent down to pick up the snail from the ground, and gently held it in her palm.

She gently touched its little head with her fingertips, watching its antennae retract slightly, and said softly, "Little snail, don't I look good in this outfit? Girls have the freedom to dress as they please, don't you think?"

The real reason was that her poor little bra was still being passed around in Wu Li's hands. After several attempts to mentally prepare herself, she still couldn't put it back on.

The shorts and bellyband of the Miao costume were much more comfortable to wear than her underwear. Since she wasn't going to change the inner ones, she might as well not change the outer ones either, since she liked this outfit anyway.

Wu Li's gaze fell on the little snail in her palm.

She speaks to this little guy so softly. And what has her attitude towards him been since last night?

A flash of violence crossed his eyes, which then turned into a vague restlessness.

An inexplicable sense of unease, like a lump in my throat, impossible to release.

Just for an apology?

Chai Xiaomi looked down at the snail and spoke softly, "Little snail, do people always say you walk slowly and laugh at you for being dawdling? But everything in this world is different. You came into this world for a reason. Don't care what others say, okay?"

Wu Li suddenly froze on the spot.

A force he had never imagined struck his heart, striking straight through.

Is it a Crimson Blood Silkworm gnawing at it? It doesn't seem like it.

What did she mean by what she said? Was she talking to him?

He wanted to ask, but she was clearly determined not to talk to him.

Is she really not going to talk to him anymore?

He had the power to render her mute, but he had no way to force her to speak to him.

This realization made him even more agitated; the anger that was stuck in his heart not only didn't dissipate, but became even more suffocating and heavy.

Wu Li stared at her lowered, fair neck, then at the snail with its tentacles retracting on her fingertip. A childish urge to destroy something flashed in his eyes.

In the end, that bit of violence only made his Adam's apple bob, before it quietly disappeared into his deeper gaze.

Instead, he was struck by a dazedness he himself was unaware of, and a vague, unprecedented longing.

Wu Li stood there for a while, then said quietly, "I'm going to the Drum Tower to present a gift to Chief Ribai. You stay in this room and don't wander off."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl frowning as she stared at the little snail.

Judging from his reaction, he had heard what he said, but he seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

He paused, seemingly with a hint of compromise: "You can only wander around this area at most, not too far from this building, understand?"

Wu Li couldn't stand her ignoring him even though she had clearly heard him, so he grabbed her chin and turned her face away from the snail so that she was facing him.

He leaned closer to her, his eyes almost touching hers.

The boy's grip was tinged with annoyance, and Chai Xiaomi frowned slightly, a hint of grievance flashing in her watery eyes.

This was the first time in her life that a boy had seen her naked.

All he needed was an apology, just those three simple words, but he just wouldn't listen.

She thought to herself: As expected, a villain is a villain. His values ​​are warped to the core, and he can't be changed!

Wu Li noticed her sudden change in gaze, and placed his fingertips on the skin of her chin. The touch was unexpectedly delicate, like egg custard, and he wished he could crush it into a paste if he pressed too hard.

He subconsciously loosened his grip a little.

Even his usually malicious and cold tone softened almost imperceptibly: "Did you hear what I said?"

Chai Xiaomi didn't say anything, but she still nodded twice to be polite.