Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Murong Shishi froze instantly, her fingers gripping the edge of Xie Xiaoyi's black clothes until her knuckles turned white.

She dared not look up, her fingertips trembling as she traced her bare shoulders, neck, waist, and abdomen, checking inch by inch—

There was no unfamiliar pain, no strange sensation, only the warmth from the campfire.

There were also minor marks from being torn apart by the Ji brothers and then slapped onto the gravel by "Ji Bo Meng".

But the moment her hand touched her chest, she froze, her heart skipping a beat—

There was a strange numbness and softness in my chest, like a slight pain from being squeezed, and a bit of inexplicable soreness. Could it be a sequela of the fall?

Suddenly, the mournful cries of owls echoed from the depths of the forest, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the mountain wind, startling Murong Shishi.

Ignoring the strange feeling in her chest, she hurriedly wrapped the black clothes tightly around herself, curled up into a ball, pressed her back against the rocks, and felt a surge of fear coursing through her.

A figure stepped out of the darkness, carrying a plump pheasant with bloodstains on its feathers.

Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow, looking at her huddled up in a ball, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "What? Is Miss Shishi of the Murong family actually afraid of a few owls hooting?"

Murong Shishi suddenly looked up and caught sight of his roguish grin. She instantly remembered the burning pain on her cheek, covered half her face with one hand, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Why don't you just kill me? You might as well! I'd rather be dead than be humiliated like this by you Ji brothers!"

She was too busy covering her face and scolding him, but Xie Xiaoyi's black clothes were too big for her. The neckline was loose and slipped to the sides, revealing most of her barely outlined curves.

Xie Xiaoyi, quick-witted, instantly fixed his gaze on it, his eyes sweeping over the exposed area with unbridled lewdness.

Murong Shishi caught a glimpse of his gaze, her whole body stiffened, and without bothering to cover her face, she grabbed both sides of her collar and quickly covered her chest.

"You scoundrel! What...what did you do to me before?"

What did you do?

Xie Xiaoyi felt a little wronged. He hadn't done anything at all; all he did was search for herbs to save her.

I used my internal energy to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis in her cheeks again; otherwise, her face would have swelled up like a pig's head by now.

If I had to say what I did, at most I took advantage of her a little while treating her injuries.

Transform into a clone of Naruto Uzumaki from the anime "Naruto" before he traveled back in time.

The thing this clone does most is help the main body "make Rasengan," and it keeps making it as much as it can...

However, considering his status as a flower thief, was this behavior excessive for him, the "master thief"—the grand marshal among flower thieves?

Thinking of this, Xie Xiaoyi secretly glanced at the "Rasengan" on Murong Shishi's chest, and his fingers unconsciously curled up.

"I didn't do anything to you, I just helped you improve your blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Murong Shishi gripped her collar tightly, her eyes filled with wariness: "Help...help me improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis?"

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled and pointed at her cheek:

"You're all brawn and no brains. Of course I'm being lenient with you. Didn't you notice that your skin didn't swell up much after I slapped you?"

What does it mean to have a big chest but no brain?

This is infuriating!

Murong Shishi subconsciously glanced down at her own strengths, inwardly cursing:

"It's not like I can control how big it grows; it just keeps growing outwards on its own. What does it have to do with my brain!"

She glared at Xie Xiaoyi, her eyes still red, which only added to her annoyed expression.

"Stop talking nonsense! Who only has a chest and no brains? You just stunned me by your punch and didn't react for a moment!"

He's so stubborn.

Xie Xiaoyi smiled and stopped joking. He picked up the pheasant and turned to work by the campfire.

With a flick of his fingertips, he unleashed a blade-like burst of energy that cleanly and decisively cleaved away the hair and gutted the animal.

What would take an ordinary person half a day to accomplish, he did with a flick of his wrist, leaving Murong Shishi momentarily stunned.

A grill is set up, pheasants are skewered, branches slowly turn, and the chicken skin sizzles and drips fat under the campfire.

In no time, the rich aroma of meat, mixed with the smell of smoke, spread through the valley, making people's stomachs churn.

The roast chicken was just cooked when Xie Xiaoyi reached out and tore off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and the juices dripped down his chin as he ate with great relish.

Just as she was chewing, a clear "glug" sound suddenly broke the silence. Murong Shishi's face instantly turned bright red, and she buried her head low, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and immediately tore off another glistening chicken leg, handing it to her: "Hungry?"

Murong Shishi stiffened her neck and remained silent, not even lifting her eyelids, clearly not wanting to talk to him.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't press her, instead holding the chicken leg to her nose, his tone straightforward yet slightly roguish:

"Eat without worry. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't bother putting drugs in the chicken leg."

"If I were to force myself on you, even if you screamed your lungs out, no one would come to your rescue in this desolate wilderness."

Murong Shishi's stomach rumbled softly again at an inopportune moment. She cursed herself inwardly for being spineless, but she also knew that he was telling the truth.

Unable to resist the hunger any longer, he reached out and snatched the chicken leg, then lowered his head and began to devour it, his cheeks bulging, looking just like a sulking cat.

After finishing the last bite, she wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, glanced at Xie Xiaoyi, and muttered to herself—

Although this person is foul-mouthed and ruthless, he didn't actually do anything outrageous to me.

After hesitating for a long time, I couldn't help but speak up.

"You...you're not with those people, are you?"

"Do I look like that to you? Do I look like the kind of guy who forces women to do that kind of thing?"

"You are quite handsome, but you don't seem like a good person at all."

"Do you know that judging a person by their appearance makes it difficult to see into their heart? Judging a person by their words makes it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood?"

That makes some sense.

The campfire crackled and popped, sparks occasionally leaping up and falling back down. Murong Shishi remained silent for a long time...

"You asked me before who I was to Murong Wei... Do you know Weiwei?"

When Murong Wei was mentioned, Xie Xiaoyi would think of his master, Hua Tianyi, and he would fall silent.

He picked up a branch and poked at the campfire. Sparks danced, and he said softly, "We know each other. I once shielded her from a black pearl."

Upon hearing this, Murong Shishi's mind went blank, and she was completely stunned.

When Murong Wei returned to her residence for the New Year, she happened to be visiting her parents' home. The two sisters chatted in their room.

Weiwei clearly mentioned once that she encountered a Qi Refiner by chance, and was saved by a young martial arts hero who shielded her from a black bead.

Could it be him?

"You...you are Xie Mo?"

"I...I am Xie Mo!"

"Then you're not a bad person. Weiwei said you're a young hero with a chivalrous heart!"