Calamity Messenger

Chapter 415: Chapter 345: You Can Fall Apart, I’ll Patch You Up

"Let’s compare hand sizes."

"Yellow Dog, your hand is so large."

"You’re much paler than me."

"We’re both Third-Turn Messengers, why does it feel like my hand is so much softer than yours?"

"Your hair smells really nice."

"Your eyes are quite nice too."

"Can I sit next to you?"

"Get away from me!" Yan Qing couldn’t help but kick out, Murong Hui elegantly dodged, laughing as she jumped out of his reach.

At first, Yan Qing truly thought Murong Hui was concerned about him, circling him and playfully nudging him. The accidental brushes made Yan Qing feel both pain and joy, until he caught the teasing glint in her eyes. He then realized that this cheeky little cat was doing it on purpose, and his anger flared up.

"I haven’t even said anything about you yet. I treated you as a brother, and you dare have such impure thoughts about me." Murong Hui sighed helplessly, then suddenly leaned over and blew into his ear: "If you kneel down and beg me, I might just satisfy you."

After saying this, she turned around and dashed off, but unfortunately Ying Rushi blocked her way. She didn’t get away and was fiercely messed with by the enraged Yan Qing. By the time he vented his anger, she had turned into a weak little kitten lying on the sofa fake crying: "Boohoo, Little Fox, why are you blocking my way..."

"Hui, you need to be mindful of the boundaries." Ying Rushi glanced at her, "Yellow Dog is not like us; he’s a guy. You can’t mess around with him like you do with me."

Murong Hui was slightly stunned, then nodded, "I understand."

Ying Rushi nodded in satisfaction, "As long as you understand."

"Next time, I’ll pull down his shorts." Murong Hui clenched her fists: "You were seen by him just now, and he didn’t let you see him. This is so unfair, I will avenge you!"

And so Murong Hui got beaten up a second time.

It was getting late, time to turn off the lights and sleep.

Tonight, it wasn’t the Dragon Attendant standing guard; instead, it was Qiongqi, Bai Ze, and the Ascending Six-Eared Three-Headed Demon Fiend surrounding the bed. To be honest, those three-headed demon fiends were more ferocious one by one, but perhaps because these puppets were all raised by everyone with great effort, being watched by them didn’t feel uncomfortable. Rather, it felt like being surrounded by cats and dogs while sleeping, full of a sense of security.

It was still Yan Qing’s turn for the first shift, as he sat at the windowsill looking at the empty street outside. Occasionally, the shadow of a demon would pass by, and his mood became quite tranquil.

He suddenly realized that besides bathing and night watching, there wasn’t much time alone for him during the day. Now, even the bath time was taken over by them... However, Ying Rushi probably wouldn’t join in the bath tomorrow night... perhaps?

Today was the fourth day, and tomorrow would be the fifth day, when they could leave the Demon Gathering Land. But Yan Qing certainly wouldn’t leave immediately. No matter what, he wanted to challenge the Heavenly Demon of Transfiguration and Freedom to obtain the Profound Mysterious Divine Techniques, even though all good things must come to an end.

Even if they lived and died together in the Demon Gathering Land, eating and living together, sharing a bed, eventually, when they leave the Demon Gathering Land, everyone will go their separate ways, heading towards their own lives.

But they don’t have to separate.

Yan Qing walked over; although Murong Hui wasn’t snoring, her foot was almost kicking Ying Rushi in the face. Only when she’s asleep would she dare to be so bold.

He squatted down and poked Ying Rushi’s cheek.

No reaction.

He poked again twice, and Ying Rushi turned over, using her hand to cover her face, making it seem like she was really asleep.

Yan Qing blinked, reached out, and pinched Ying Rushi’s nose.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, and before Ying Rushi admitted defeat, he gave up first. He was really afraid this silly woman would hold her breath just to prove a point.

Failing one plan, another came to mind. Yan Qing’s fingers lightly traced over her nose bridge, lips, and then darted around her slender neck like playing an instrument without sound. Ying Rushi still didn’t react at all, not even changing her breathing rhythm, but her skin’s temperature seemed to rise.

Then, while she was unaware, Yan Qing’s hand slid past the collarbone, attempting to conquer the unattainable snowy peak!

Splat. Ying Rushi tightly grasped his wrist, opening her eyes to stare directly at him. Yan Qing wasn’t at all embarrassed about being caught in the act. He tickled her armpit to make her let go, calmly returning to his windowsill seat to continue his watch.

Ying Rushi walked over barefoot, noticing that there was no trace of embarrassment on Yan Qing’s face, she said quietly, "If you want to touch, you can go ask Hui, she might be willing."

Yan Qing blinked, "Are you jealous?"

"Who’s jealous?" Ying Rushi spat at him, feeling somewhat resentful as she said, "Anyway, you’re just a lustful dog, Hui is so pretty and cute and likes you, why don’t you go find her? And she sleeps deeply too."

"Hmm." Yan Qing nodded with considerable conviction, then really walked past her toward the living room. Ying Rushi stared at him wide-eyed, feeling the anger burning through her insides, determined to rid the world of such a shameless person, thinking she would kill him first then herself!

But before Ying Rushi drew the Heaven-Swaying Sword, Yan Qing turned back, holding a medicine bottle in his hand. He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "I just went to get the ointment, why are you looking at me so seriously?"

"I don’t want to talk to you, you’re not worthy to hear." Ying Rushi clamped her hands like crab pincers on Yan Qing’s soft flesh at his waist, giving a fierce twist.

Yan Qing grinned in pain and quickly swatted her hand away, "Stop it, come on, it’s time to apply the ointment. Unwrap the bandages."

"No." Ying Rushi shook her head, paused, and said, "Give me the ointment, I’ll apply it myself."

Yan Qing blinked and asked cautiously, "Are you very angry? Why don’t you give another twist?"

Ying Rushi looked at Yan Qing’s concerned eyes, her heart full of grievances softening, "It has nothing to do with you... Didn’t you also teach me to apply the ointment last night? I’ve learned, no need for your help."

Yan Qing looked at her holding herself tight, vaguely understanding her thoughts, "You don’t want me to see your hands? But I already saw them last night."

"Anyway, I don’t need your help."

"But what if I want to touch your hands?"

Yan Qing spoke openly and confidently, as if he were just making a very reasonable request, and it took Ying Rushi a while to react, "No way!"

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Wait until my hands are healed... okay?"

Yan Qing knew that for Ying Rushi, to say these words was already her limit. She’s the type who’s embarrassed to speak of her desires, like a little girl under strict discipline, who from a young age believed she was unworthy of any fun. Actively pursuing the romance between men and women was a kind of sin to her.

"I have a way, to not see your hands and still help you apply the ointment," Yan Qing said.

Three seconds later, Ying Rushi sat on Yan Qing’s lap, her legs pressed tightly together without leaving a gap, her face flushed red enough to drip blood.

"See, this way I can’t see them, I can only see your neck and hair."

"Better forget it." Ying Rushi couldn’t stand the intimacy, struggling to get up, "This is too—"

"Sit down," Yan Qing held her waist, laughing wickedly, "You wouldn’t want Murong Hui to see us like this, would you?"

Ying Rushi’s body stiffened, and she had no choice but to let Yan Qing unwrap the bandages on her hands, rubbing the ointment onto them. Surprisingly, Yan Qing was well-behaved, touching hands when he said he’d only touch hands. Ying Rushi, who had been tense enough to create a three-bedroom apartment, gradually relaxed.

The room was dimly lit, with just the streetlights outside shining through the window like a veil of hazy gauze over them. Ying Rushi leaned against Yan Qing’s chest, faintly smelling the scent emanating from his collar, somewhat like the warm scent clothes emit when sun-dried, faintly, very pleasant.

"Feels much better to the touch than yesterday." Yan Qing said, "With the recovery abilities of the Third-Turn Messenger combined with the White Jade Flawless Ointment, it should take about a month to heal completely. You just said, at that time I can touch freely."

"When did I say that..." Ying Rushi was both amused and frustrated, she hummed lightly, "Let’s talk about it then, maybe I’ll get injured again?"

Ying Rushi thought he would say things like protecting her, which she quite liked hearing, however, Yan Qing nodded instead, "That’s right, with your nature of easily giving everything for your goals, getting hurt is certainly commonplace."

"But."

Yan Qing firmly applied the ointment to Ying Rushi’s palms, interlocking fingers he grasped her hand, "No matter how you are injured, I will not disdain you. You may become worn out, I’ll be responsible for stitching and mending."

"You’re the one who’s worn out."

Ying Rushi chuckled and chided him softly, the final bit of anxiety completely vanishing. She didn’t like complaining, from childhood Ying Le made her understand that bringing out tears and blood only invites disgust, everyone likes vibrant flowers, no one likes a hideous root in the soil. So she always hoped to appear perfectly pretty, forever confident and sunny, always righteous in front of those she loves... She never fantasized that someone would accept her entirely, regardless of her sheen or ugliness.

She couldn’t help but nuzzle closer to Yan Qing, seeking a more comfortable posture to lie against him, as if she wanted to melt into him. At this moment, Ying Le, Divine Martial, Qi Kingdom, the world, Thief’s House, and Foundation Establishment Zhenren... all the worries faded from Ying Rushi’s heart, she could only quietly enjoy this serene sweetness, dreaming of silent years until her hair turns white, resting together in one grave.

Who can have the fortune, to entrust a lifetime?