The little girl’s sweet nothings still had room for improvement.
Wuyou decided she would have to teach her properly in the future.
Youyou, her smiling face unfurled once more, ran with wild abandon through the peach blossom forest that covered the mountainside. The female ghost had never seen anyone like her.
—
A tiny pink blossom fluttering into her palm could make her happy for half the day. She watched ants moving their homes with great relish. She chased butterflies until her clothes were a mess and she was panting for breath, her crystal-clear, bright eyes filled with surprise and joy.
She was simply carefree to the extreme.
Now, the female ghost had also been young once.
When she was still a Saintess candidate, and even before then, Na Lian had seen many pure, innocent, clear-eyed children. But even the youngest and most ignorant child possessed their own survival instincts.
Because on the Shengqi Continent, where the strong prey on the weak, death and bloodshed were not uncommon.
The female ghost didn’t know what kind of environment her lady wife had grown up in, but seeing this dull and tasteless scenery bring her lady such delight, the female ghost still smiled.
“Has my lady played enough?”
Beckoning with a finger, she made Youyou, who was some distance away, fly straight toward her. The female ghost listened to Youyou’s cheers of delighted surprise, and the smile at the corners of her lips deepened.
Opening her arms, she caught the red-clad little girl securely in her embrace. The female ghost nuzzled the little girl’s flushed cheeks and said, feigning annoyance.
“My lady is such a little rascal. Didn’t we agree that you would just look at Wuyou?”
“Hahaha—”
Tickled by Wuyou’s nuzzling, she burst out laughing.
After she finished laughing, Youyou stared at Wuyou, the corners of her eyes red and glistening with moisture, wearing an expression that clearly begged, I want more, I want more, please let me fly again!
“Wuyou, Wuyouuuuu—”
The girl’s deliberately softened, cloyingly sweet voice was enough to melt Wuyou, but the sun was about to set, and the storm was coming. The female ghost still hardened her heart and refused.
“Be good, my lady. Have you forgotten what Wuyou told you?”
This city was a ghost city. Apart from her, everything was dead. Moreover, every night, the city was beset by wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and everything’s true form was revealed—chilly, terrifying, and frightening. Therefore, they had to rush back to the dilapidated temple before nightfall, because a ward had been placed there that ghostly beings could not enter.
“Hng, alright then.”
Recalling Wuyou’s words, Youyou shuddered with belated fear. She burrowed her head forcefully into Wuyou’s embrace, as if that would make her less afraid.
After all, in some respects, Youyou was still super, super timid.
Just because she wasn’t afraid of Wuyou didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of other ghosts.
Amused by the little girl’s actions, the female ghost pursed her lips slightly, then simply scooped her up into a princess carry and left the peach blossom forest.
Different from the journey there, on the way back Youyou only dared to peek at the people and things of the ghost city through the gaps in her fingers. Seeing that the pedestrians and vendors coming and going were all pale-faced, with cloudy and numb eyes, Youyou was so frightened she could barely breathe.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Seeing that Youyou was truly terrified, the female ghost directly used her red sleeve to completely shield her from view, and at the same time, activated her karmic fire to contend with the power of the Nine Nethers.
“Mm.”
Her senses were filled with Wuyou’s unique, cold fragrance. Youyou gripped the red sleeve tightly, feeling, bit by bit, Wuyou’s body growing colder and colder, and more and more… chilly.
‘Xixi, will Wuyou turn back into a skeleton at night?’
Ghosts, ah, are a completely different species from people.
[Yes, host should be prepared and not get scared.]
Youyou: …
‘As if I’d be scared by Wuyou!’
Chatting with Xixi with her thoughts, Youyou was silent for a few seconds, then continued: ‘Oh right, Xixi, do you have a way to help Wuyou? You know, like in those supernatural dramas, a cultivation method for ghosts, the kind where they can cultivate until they become a god or a holy being.’
‘Otherwise, Wuyou would be so pitiful! This city is full of ghosts, what if one of them bullies Wuyou? After all, Wuyou is sooo weak, and sooo cute and kind.’
Xixi: …
Did its little white lotus host perhaps have some misunderstanding of the words “weak” and “kind”?
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