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

on the way back.

The whole family was thus attached to Wu Li.

The red dragon wrapped Xiao Ba around his chest, and the snake and the ghost played rock-paper-scissors in his arms.

Chai Xiaomi tilted her head and quietly lay on Wu Li's back watching.

Unexpectedly, this big fat snake secretly learned her tricks and even knew how to innovate.

When the snake's eyes are closed, it is stone; when it flicks its tongue, it is scissors; when it opens its mouth, it is cloth.

Like its owner, it is intelligent and experienced.

Unsurprisingly, Xiao Ba lost badly.

The snake's head was swaggering around arrogantly when it suddenly bumped into a pair of cold, sinister eyes. Startled, the snake's head shrank back, wishing it were a turtle and had a shell for cover.

Wu Li's tone was chilling: "You're quite pleased with yourself for beating an infant?"

Red Dragon shook its head desperately.

"Would it kill you to let it win?"

Red Dragon continued to shake his head.

"Then why not let it win?"

Red Dragon felt frustrated.

Why?

I learned it all from you, Master!

Has he forgotten how he won against the little girl on his back time and time again?

It's far worse than that!

When the owner noticed that she would make a hand gesture behind his back, he gave her a wink and told her to peek from behind Chai Xiaomi.

Even though he knew the answer in advance, he pretended to let her win at a crucial moment, giving her hope of winning, only to crush it in the next round.

Throughout its entire life, it had never encountered anyone more cunning than its owner.

Of course, these thoughts can only be kept to oneself.

It remembers one time when it did something wrong, and its owner caught a black snake and roasted it in front of it, even asking if it wanted to try some.

This is absolutely devastating!

So in the following games, Red Dragon played slowly and lost slowly in every round.

Xiao Ba laughed heartily.

The giggles were as cheerful as the rustling of leaves in the wind.

As Chai Xiaomi watched this scene, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a gentle smile.

Gradually, she noticed something was wrong.

Xiao Ba's tiny figure seemed to become somewhat hazy and transparent in the sunlight.

As they were about to leave the edge of the forest, their figures had become so faint as to be almost translucent, like a thin mist that could dissipate at any moment.

"Its obsession is over, it's leaving." Jiang Zhiyu said softly, looking at the gradually blurring figure.

Zhu Yu had already covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

As if sensing something, Xiao Ba gently slid off Wu Li and floated to Zhu Yu, clumsily snuggling into her trembling embrace.

It tilted its almost invisible little face up and stretched out its tiny, almost transparent hands, carefully wiping away the tear stains on Zhu Yu's face again and again.

It's clearly out of reach.

It was all in vain.

But it stubbornly repeats itself.

Until it transforms into countless tiny, gentle specks of starlight, rising shimmeringly and drifting with the wind towards the high, clear sky.

It was as if all those past events, that deep-seated loneliness and resentment, had drifted away with the wind, dissipating into nothingness.

Zhu Yu's cries grew louder and louder, her sobs mingling with the mountain wind, but every step she took was exceptionally firm.

Tears streamed down her face, which she wiped away fiercely with her sleeve, without stopping.

It's all in the past now.

Just like the last words my mother shouted with all her might: Run! Run as far as you can!

She will never look back, nor will she allow herself to fall back into that dark past.

She wants to take big strides and keep moving forward.

Carrying on the life that my mother and sister couldn't live, I will live it passionately, gloriously, and with all my might!

Song Yueyao stared blankly at the sky, a look of incomprehensible bewilderment rising in her eyes. "All those hardships, countless lonely days and nights of suffering, have accumulated into thirty years of resentment."

"It actually... just let go like that?"

She thought that this carefully rehearsed play might not work, and that in the end Jiang Zhiyu would have to take action to dispel its soul, resulting in its complete annihilation.

Unexpectedly, the vengeful spirit's thirty-year obsession actually vanished, and it fell into the cycle of reincarnation.

Upon hearing Song Yueyao's words, Chai Xiaomi suddenly recalled a conversation she had once seen on a variety show.

Some people lamented, "How much sweetness can fill the heart of someone who is full of bitterness?"

The other person replied, "You're wrong. A person with a lot of bitterness in their heart can be filled with just a little sweetness."

Yes.

Just a touch of sweetness is enough.

Just a sliver...

"Lili, if you were Xiaoba, would you let go of this obsession and resentment that you've held onto for thirty years?"

"I can't," the boy answered decisively, leaving no room for doubt.

"I will make those who abandoned me wail in despair, struggle in agony, and die in the most gruesome way."

A cruel smile curved his lips, and a cold, sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Chai Xiaomi explained softly, "But Xiao Ba's mother had her reasons back then."

"Dilemmas?" He scoffed. "Cowardice is the original sin."

"Everything she did afterward was nothing more than atonement for her past cowardice."

"If I were her, I would have struck her with that hoe the moment her first child was taken away. As long as it's someone I want to protect, I will spare no effort to give her any chance to live, even if it means my own death."

The boy's voice was unusually calm.

Chai Xiaomi sighed inwardly. This little bitter gourd didn't seem to cherish himself at all. Since he wasn't cowardly, why didn't he think of putting himself first and protecting himself first?

If she were Xiao Ba's mother, she would have smashed a hoe down the moment Wang Shi slapped her for the first time. Giving birth to a beast's child? Give birth to your mother!

Thinking of this, she turned her face, which was resting on the boy's shoulder, closer to his ear, her eyelashes drooping.

He spoke very softly: "Xiao Ba is gone, you don't need to act anymore. Put me down, you're injured."

Wu Li remained silent for a long time.

He wrapped his arms around her legs and bounced her up a bit, making her more stable on his back, clearly indicating that he had no intention of putting her down.

As he walked, he slowed down, deliberately falling far behind the others.

He glanced at her sideways and said leisurely, "Let me tell you a secret, or rather, a secret that everyone in the Wugu tribe knows."

Chai Xiaomi craned her neck, listening attentively: "Hmm?"

Wu Li curled her lips into a smile.

Sure enough, she loves to get involved in all sorts of gossip.

"The blood flowing in my veins is called the Pure Blood, which my mother sacrificed her body under the sacred tree. A body with the Pure Blood can never die, and wounds heal much faster than those of ordinary people. In addition, the Crimson Blood Silkworm in my body helps with healing, so no matter how serious the injury, it is insignificant."

The boy's tone was flat and indifferent.

It's like describing twisting your ankle while running; it'll be fine after a couple of days of rest.

For Chai Xiaomi, who had witnessed the illusion and read the original work, this was hardly a secret.

She had seen those shocking scars with her own eyes.

She didn't even dare to think about how much pain it would cause.

Why doesn't he remember the pain after the wound heals?

"But aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" She leaned against his shoulder, looking dejected.

Wu Li paused for a moment.

"Just bear with it, right? I'm not like you, who can't stand the slightest bit of physical pain. You yell and scream if I pinch your wrist or your cheek."

He raised an eyebrow, and four words came to mind to describe him: "Spoiled and delicate!"

"You're the one who's being coy! Coy and delicate!" she retorted, annoyed.

The "delicate" in "yandere"!

The arrogant and charming Jiao!

And after the kiss, her moist lips were slightly pursed.

She was incredibly spoiled.

Delicate and charming.

This was completely different from his usual wicked and eccentric demeanor.

Chai Xiaomi paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to notice a blind spot. Curious, she asked directly, "By the way, Lili, where did that bug that can turn people mute go?"

The mountain terrain was rugged. Even though he was already at the edge, Wu Li was still focused on finding a flat path to step on, trying to make each step as steady as possible and minimize the bumps.

He casually replied, "Yeah, you want to experience what it's like to shut up again?"

Chai Xiaomi was even more confused: "Then why didn't you use it to shut me up just now?"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy's body suddenly lurched to the side.

They both nearly fell into a shallow, sunken pit because of a misstep.

Startled, Chai Xiaomi quickly tightened her grip on his shoulders.

"What did you say?" Wu Li steadied himself, a flash of panic crossing his eyes.

"Then what did you do just now—"

"The previous sentence!" he interrupted.

"?" Chai Xiaomi thought for a moment, "Did your bug that made people mute disappear?"

"Yes, it was eaten by the red dragon."

The fat snake, who was feeling down and mourning the recent disappearance of his friend, suddenly opened his eyes wide: ? ? ?

What's going on when I suddenly feel something heavy being shoved down on my back?

Has it grown a tortoise shell?