After Escaping From Death, He Went Even Crazier By Criticizing Black Lotus Chapter 39
byChapter 39: After the Young Couple Cleared Things Up, the Remaining Demonic Qi Infected…
The residual demonic qi infected the surrounding vegetation. Trees began to wither, and grass blades gradually fell.
Xiao Jianming held him gently: “Buhuan Gege, I’m back.”
The person in his arms began to tremble.
Xiao Jianming thought he was starting to feel fear, and patted his back reassuringly: “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”
But suddenly, he heard the young man call his name in a hoarse voice: “Xiao Jianming.”
Xiao Jianming paused. Su Huan had never called him so seriously before.
Su Huan slowly pushed him away, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: “I am not Ji Buhuan.”
Xiao Jianming couldn’t help but freeze.
After revealing this secret, Su Huan let out a long breath, the huge stone in his heart finally lifted.
Yet, his eyes still reddened, and he pursed his lips, trying hard to keep his voice from trembling. He said: “My name is Su Huan. I… I am not from this world, but I did not seize this body! I don’t even know where he went… I, I woke up inside this body.”
Tears threatened to spill, and he turned his head, saying: “Please stop mistaking me for him.”
And please, please stop showing such love for him. Every time he saw those eyes full of affection, his heart felt so heavy, as if he were drowning.
Like now, the heart beneath his chest began to flutter nervously again.
Xiao Jianming recovered, somewhat confused, his tone filled with doubt: “Have you always thought this? But… if you are not him, why is your divine soul so fragile?”
“If a divine soul is split, the only outcome is complete annihilation, survival is impossible. The fact that he is able to live well is entirely due to Madam Ji protecting him with her life. If you are not him, why would your divine soul exhibit this state?”
“Furthermore, the memories extracted through soul-searching absolutely cannot be false.”
Xiao Jianming brought this up cautiously, and seeing that Su Huan was not angry, he continued, “If you weren’t him, the memories retrieved wouldn’t be ‘Ji Buhuan’s’ memories.”
Su Huan opened his mouth, unable to refute.
“Oh, right.” Xiao Jianming remembered something, pulled a lotus petal-shaped water jade from his embrace, and handed it to him.
Su Huan took it in a daze. It was the jade pendant from his memory.
The water jade was translucent, carved into the shape of a lotus petal, like a small boat, with the characters “Buhuan” inscribed inside. It was pink, crystal clear, and rich in spiritual energy.
Strangely, he felt unusually familiar with every line and pattern on this jade pendant.
…Could he be Ji Buhuan’s reincarnation?
But if he truly was Ji Buhuan, what were those memories of modern life and transmigrating into a book?
Moreover, an incomplete soul cannot successfully reincarnate. Was he really Ji Buhuan?
Xiao Jianming saw the confusion in his eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle: “You are my Buhuan Gege. I would never be mistaken.”
Su Huan met those black eyes, bright as stars, again, and couldn’t help but lower his head, gripping the water jade in his hand.
Xiao Jianming let out another soft laugh.
He said: “If you don’t want me to call you that, how about I call you Huan’er?”
Su Huan opened his mouth to refuse, but then heard Xiao Jianming say: “You are not allowed to refuse. Why can others call you that, but I cannot?”
He played the pitiful card to Su Huan, muttering softly: “We are already Dao companions.”
Su Huan recalled the Dao companion contract deep within his divine soul, took a deep breath, and asked with determination: “Then, if we are Dao companions, will you still kill me?”
Xiao Jianming sensed the worry transmitted from the other end of the spiritual contract and immediately guaranteed: “Of course not!”
Su Huan’s eyes brightened: “Really?”
Xiao Jianming’s tone softened, almost as gentle as water: “It was my fault before. I shouldn’t have been so cruel to you. Will you forgive me…”
After repeated assurances, Su Huan finally relaxed.
After a long moment, he agreed.
Xiao Jianming’s lips curled up, a smile he couldn’t suppress.
It was like an endless supply of joy.
Su Huan took out a bottle of healing medicine from his storage pouch and treated the wounds on Xiao Jianming’s back.
The scabs and clothing were stuck together. When Su Huan peeled off the cloth, he saw the exposed, raw flesh and couldn’t help but frown, feeling the pain as if it were his own.
Xiao Jianming, however, seemed oblivious to the pain, turning his head to gaze at him obsessively, unable to get enough.
Su Huan felt the heat of his gaze and couldn’t help but feel a little shy: “Why are you looking at me?”
Xiao Jianming’s eyes shifted slightly, adopting the pitiful, puppy-dog look he only used when he was in his ‘foolish’ state: “If Huan’er doesn’t like it, then I won’t look.”
Su Huan turned his head, pursing his lips: “…Suit yourself.”
Xiao Jianming was secretly delighted. Huan’er clearly liked him in this state!
“Don’t move around, be careful not to loosen the bandage.”
Xiao Jianming’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he responded, watching Su Huan: “Huan’er.”
Su Huan gave him a questioning look.
Xiao Jianming whispered: “It feels like a dream.”
He paused in disbelief, then couldn’t suppress the question: “Do you truly accept being my Dao companion?”
Su Huan lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
Xiao Jianming immediately grew anxious, but then heard Su Huan mumble: “If I don’t accept it, can I dissolve the contract?”
Xiao Jianming’s heart tightened, thinking he was unwilling, and his eyes lost their light. If Buhuan Gege wanted freedom, he…
Su Huan didn’t know his thoughts, and a blush crept up his ears: “Someone told me that a spiritual contract can only be established if both parties are of the same mind… but I don’t know when I started liking you.”
“Since the spiritual contract is established, I will try to accept it, try to… like you.”
Xiao Jianming froze, then looked back at him, his eyes bursting with joy: “Really?!”
“That’s wonderful!”
Su Huan hummed in response, feeling uncomfortable with such intimate embrace, and said: “Alright, we still need to rescue the Old Valley Master and Fellow Daoist Wen. Let go quickly.”
Xiao Jianming didn’t want to let go at all, dragging his feet. Just thinking that his long-cherished wish had finally come true made honey bubble up in his heart, sweet and delightful.
He even pushed his luck, demanding a trade-off with Su Huan before he would release him.
Su Huan finally realized that the Black Lotus was repeatedly asking him this question just to take advantage of him!
So, feeling depressed, he was pressed down and kissed again.
He sighed helplessly. From villain to Dao companion, he truly couldn’t escape.
*
It was still Xiao Jianming controlling the sword, with Su Huan sitting in front.
Su Huan felt the wind blow, clearing his head slightly, and then he remembered a question: “By the way, the Snowy Radiance Sword is my natal sword. Why can you summon it?”
“Ah, this.” Xiao Jianming ran his fingers through the strands of hair that flew forward, smiling, “Because my mother and I were the ones who forged this sword.”
Su Huan was shocked: “Are you saying you could forge an immortal sword as a child?!”
Xiao Jianming nodded, a hint of pride hidden in his eyes.
Su Huan was dazed, and an incredible thought popped into his mind: As expected of the novel’s protagonist.
Xiao Jianming coughed lightly: “This sword was originally prepared for the Spirit Seeker, but…”
Su Huan waited for a moment, and when he didn’t continue, he asked: “But what?”
Xiao Jianming chuckled, leaning down and whispering near Su Huan’s ear, “But I disdain to look for the so-called innate Sea of No Delusion person. If I absolutely must choose…”
He leaned in closer, “Then I only choose Huan’er to be my faith, my personal faith.”
This successfully made Su Huan’s ears turn red.
For a moment, hearty laughter echoed in the air, only subsiding after a long while.
Su Huan didn’t know how Xiao Jianming did it. Su Huan couldn’t find the way, but Xiao Jianming could accurately discern the direction without a map.
When asked, Xiao Jianming sighed, stroked his head, and said solemnly: “Huan’er, I will definitely return your Golden Core to you.”
Then he said no more.
They flew for a day, following the direction Hua Wuyou had left, but as night fell, they still hadn’t found anyone.
Xiao Jianming mused: “Perhaps they have already left this area and cannot be found.”
Seeing Su Huan still frowning, he comforted him: “Don’t worry. Since Hua Wuyou took them, the old man and his apprentice definitely won’t be in mortal danger.”
He then coaxed: “It’s late now. I don’t need sleep, but can you hold up, Huan’er? Why don’t we rest for the night and search again tomorrow, alright?”
Su Huan pursed his lips and nodded.
Once his spirit relaxed, the fatigue hidden by the day’s dangers rushed back. Su Huan fell into a deep sleep shortly after closing his eyes.
He surprisingly started dreaming.
In the dream, thick fog permeated the surroundings. A man in black, wide-sleeved luxurious robes, with a golden vertical mark on his forehead that glowed faintly, seemed to be in a magnificent palace.
He was alone in the vast palace. A chessboard lay before him, spiritual energy swirling around it. The pieces on the board resembled countless stars, emitting a soft glow.
As if sensing his gaze, the closed-eyed man opened his eyes, looking at him through the thick fog, as indifferent as a deity.
The man let out a sigh: “The 101st cycle.”
At this moment, the fog dissipated, and Su Huan finally saw his face clearly. His eyes were ink-black, his lips thin, his nose straight—identical to Xiao Jianming.
However, there were subtle differences. He looked slightly more mature, had a golden pattern on his forehead, and a red mark at the corner of his eyes. Su Huan looked at his somewhat unfamiliar appearance and suddenly realized this seemed to be Xiao Jianming’s appearance in the later stages of the original novel.
Xiao Jianming looked at him, a slight ripple appearing in his indifferent eyes. His voice was light as clouds, yet heavy as mountains:
“Cang Xuan, you have returned.”
The youthful-looking Xiao Jianming came before him, his expression momentarily becoming one of immense agony, looking at him sorrowfully.
At this point, Su Huan heard himself speak with a mournful laugh: “Kill me…”
Xiao Jianming’s face was full of pain, and he shook his head with difficulty. The golden vertical mark on his forehead began to switch repeatedly between gold and red, and blood tears streamed from his eyes.
Su Huan felt himself sigh lightly, a monstrous pain surging in his heart, yet it was fiercely suppressed. His fingertips brushed Xiao Jianming’s sharply defined face, wiping away the tears, and he sighed softly: “Why are you such a crybaby? Stop crying.”
“You know, as long as you kill me, everything will end…”
…
Su Huan woke up abruptly. The sky was bright.
The first thing he did upon waking was look at Xiao Jianming.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Xiao Jianming looked at him with concern.
Su Huan shook his head.
Cang Xuan was the title of the last god tens of thousands of years ago.
He asked Xiao Jianming: “Do you know how the Divine Venerable Cang Xuan fell tens of thousands of years ago?”
Xiao Jianming didn’t know why he asked this, but still replied: “Ah, that story is somewhat ironic.”
“It is said that initially, a mortal found Divine Venerable Cang Xuan and made a wager with him, betting that the world no longer needed the guidance of gods. Later, the Divine Venerable lost the bet and, as promised, dissolved his divine power into the Heavenly Dao, thus falling.”
“But after that mortal ascended to immortality, he severed the path to heaven, becoming the only Golden Immortal in the world, unifying the Seven Continents and Four Seas. During his reign, he was greedy, selfish, tyrannical, and lawless. The hundred immortal sects suffered terribly.”
“Finally, a trace of the Divine Venerable’s last remaining divine soul appeared, leading the hundred immortal sects to slay him in Yixian Continent, bringing peace. The Divine Venerable also completely dissipated from the world because of this.”
Xiao Jianming played with his fingers, smiling: “Why the sudden question?”
Su Huan then recounted the events of his dream.
Xiao Jianming’s black eyes lit up after hearing it, and he chuckled: “In that case, Huan’er possesses the destiny of the Heavenly Dao, and dreaming of such things means you are very likely the reincarnation of Divine Venerable Cang Xuan. I have gained a huge advantage by becoming your Dao companion.”
Su Huan’s ears turned red. He pulled his fingers out of Xiao Jianming’s palm, stood up, and said: “It’s not early. Let’s set off.”
Xiao Jianming reluctantly withdrew his hand, looking at the young man’s fair ears, which were tinged with red. He lowered his eyes and chuckled, deciding to let him off the hook for now, planning to collect interest later.
They flew for another half day before finally spotting people.
When Su Huan and Xiao Jianming arrived, Hua Wuyou was holding two swords, one against the neck of each of the master and apprentice, threatening them verbally.
The young man, whose personality was quite carefree in the Heart Tribulation Illusion, now had red eyes and fiercely threatened: “Stop the nonsense! If you don’t wake up my Senior Sister, I’ll have your heads!”
The old man was stubborn. He sat on the ground with his arms crossed, unmoving, huffing: “It’s useless even if you kill me! I said I can’t cure her, and I mean it! Can’t you see that the demonic qi has already infected her internal organs? The fact that she still has a breath left is already a blessing from the Heavenly Dao!”
Wen Huai also stood by, helpless: “Fellow Daoist, your Senior Sister is too severely injured. We truly are powerless…”
Hua Wuyou was about to speak but sensed two unfamiliar auras and immediately became alert: “Who is it!”
Xiao Jianming landed with Su Huan, glancing at him: “People here to save the old man.”
Hua Wuyou looked them over.
One had clear eyes and seemed easy to deal with; the other looked deeply scheming and difficult to handle.
But neither looked like disciples of the Medicine King Valley.
Hua Wuyou grew wary. Could they be demons in disguise?
The old man’s eyes immediately shone when he saw Xiao Jianming. He pointed a finger and said: “Although I can’t save her, he can. Go find him!”
Hua Wuyou was stunned: “Him?”
Su Huan was also surprised. He looked at Xiao Jianming and whispered: “You know medicine too?”
Xiao Jianming: “No.”
However, the old man wasn’t wrong. His Lingxi clan was the bane of all evil in the world. A mere trace of demonic qi might stump others, but for him, it was effortless.
Hua Wuyou also heard their conversation and glared at the old man: “Don’t try to change the subject!”
The old man stroked his beard and snorted: “Who says you need to know medicine to save someone? As long as he dispels the demonic qi, I have a way to save your Senior Sister’s life.”
Hua Wuyou looked at Xiao Jianming: “Can you dispel demonic qi?”
Xiao Jianming: “I can.”
Hua Wuyou’s eyes brightened. He looked at Xiao Jianming, who then said: “But why should I save her?”
Hua Wuyou gritted his teeth: “My father is the Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. If you can truly save my Senior Sister, I will reward you handsomely.”
Xiao Jianming: “Not enough.”
Hua Wuyou grew anxious: “Then what will it take for you to save my Senior Sister?”
Xiao Jianming’s lips curved slightly. He held out his palm, revealing a spiritual contract, and tossed it to him, saying: “Sign this.”
Hua Wuyou took it with a tense expression. He expected some contract of servitude or an exorbitant demand, but what was written required the people of Cangxuan Continent not to harm the Sea of No Delusion, and to protect its safety when necessary, for a period of a thousand years. His eyes widened, and he looked up at Xiao Jianming: “You are actually…”
Meeting Xiao Jianming’s cold gaze, he stopped speaking, lowered his head, and signed the spiritual contract.
“Is this enough now?”
Xiao Jianming put away the contract: “Naturally.”
Hua Wuyou immediately felt relieved. He led him to a large tree where a pale-faced girl with her eyes covered by a silk band lay. He said: “This is my Senior Sister.”
Su Huan helped the old man and Wen Huai up from the ground and followed. The girl looked exactly like Meng Qinghui from the illusion.
Meng Qinghui was covered in wounds, her spiritual energy weak. Black mist emanated from her injuries. Even with spiritual medicine applied, the wounds wouldn’t heal, and one could faintly see the black qi gradually corroding her flesh. Su Huan’s eyes showed concern.
Xiao Jianming squatted down and fed Meng Qinghui a drop of his blood.
The black qi on Meng Qinghui’s body seemed to encounter a natural enemy, rapidly fleeing from inside her body. Before it could escape into the air, Xiao Jianming reached out, grabbed it, and consumed it.
Su Huan was startled and instinctively stepped forward.
Xiao Jianming noticed and gave him a reassuring smile: “Don’t be afraid. This is our… food.”
Once all the demonic qi had vanished, Meng Qinghui slowly woke up, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
After waking, she sensed several auras nearby and called out: “Wuyou?”
Hua Wuyou immediately rushed over, putting his head under his Senior Sister’s hand: “Senior Sister, I’m here!”
Meng Qinghui sighed in relief. As if sensing something, she turned precisely towards Su Huan’s direction and gave a faint smile: “I finally found you.”
Su Huan was stunned: “Found me?”
Xiao Jianming frowned, pulled Su Huan behind him, stood up, and said: “Old man, it’s your turn.”
The old man huffed: “That’s not fair. You get a big meal, but I had a sword held to my throat.”
Meng Qinghui immediately understood what had happened and apologized: “Valley Master, please don’t be offended. My Junior Brother is still young and acted rashly. I will personally bring him to the Medicine King Valley to apologize to you another day.”
The old man, who was treating her without good grace, rolled his eyes upon hearing this: “Alright, alright. In your current state, you should talk less.”
Meng Qinghui knew when to stop and truly fell silent. However, she still ‘looked’ in Su Huan’s direction, her expression one of inquiry.
Hua Wuyou looked at his Senior Sister, then at Su Huan, scratching his head, somewhat confused.
Xiao Jianming was not so patient. His face was cold, and he prepared to leave with Su Huan: “Since the person has been rescued, we will take our leave.”
Su Huan was carefully observing the Cang Xuan master and apprentice. Hearing this, he was momentarily stunned. Before he could speak, Meng Qinghui spoke first: “Fellow Daoist, please wait.”
After the old man’s treatment, Meng Qinghui’s wounds had healed, and her complexion was healthy and rosy. After thanking the old man, she caught up to the two who were already leaving. She ‘looked’ directly at Su Huan and said: “I have something I wish to clarify with this Fellow Daoist.”
Xiao Jianming: “What is it?”
Meng Qinghui: “A secret, inconvenient for outsiders to know.”
Xiao Jianming’s eyes instantly turned cold.
This reminder made Su Huan recall the origin of his own miraculous eyes. He was secretly astonished. Could the figures in that illusion have been real people?
He immediately said: “Alright.”
Meng Qinghui led him to a place where the others couldn’t see, setting up a barrier: “May I ask this Fellow Daoist’s name?”
Su Huan smiled: “My name is Su Huan. You don’t know, but although you don’t recognize me now, I have met you before.”
He expected Meng Qinghui to show the same expression as Nangong Yi, but after hearing him, her expression was one of sudden realization, and she said precisely: “You entered the Heart Tribulation Illusion?”
Now it was Su Huan’s turn to be surprised: “How did you know?”
Meng Qinghui gave a faint smile: “Because a few days ago, I suddenly sensed that my…”
She omitted some words in the middle, but placed her hand over her eyes, saying, “…It suddenly sensed that a connected Heavenly Dao destiny had fallen onto Huayao Continent. The only thing in the world capable of achieving this is the Heart Tribulation Illusion.”
Su Huan was puzzled: “Connected Heavenly Dao destiny?”
“Yes.” Meng Qinghui paused, explaining, “It’s like having another sister, and I can sense its existence.”
Hearing this, Su Huan was surprised: “So you are here to find me?”
Meng Qinghui smiled sweetly: “No, we are here to attend the Immortal Sect Assembly. I was just curious about you and came to take a look.”
“Immortal Sect Assembly?”
Hearing those words, Su Huan felt a sudden dread.
Meng Qinghui tilted her head: “You don’t know? This Immortal Sect Assembly is hosted by the Xuanji Sect. By the way, you are disciples of the Xuanji Sect, right?”
Su Huan nodded, then realized she couldn’t see, and voiced his affirmation.
He hesitated for a moment, then said: “About this Immortal Sect Assembly… maybe you shouldn’t attend?”
Meng Qinghui: “Why?”
Su Huan didn’t know how to explain the tribulation in the illusion to her, but Meng Qinghui already understood, asking him: “Are the events you experienced in the Heart Tribulation Illusion related to the Immortal Sect Assembly?”
Su Huan nodded repeatedly: “That’s right. A demon army will appear at the Immortal Sect Assembly and massacre the immortal disciples!”
Meng Qinghui found this strange: “That is truly odd. The Heart Tribulation Illusion only reflects the inner demons of the heart. I have never heard of it having the effect of predicting the future.”
Su Huan scratched his head: “Perhaps it has something to do with the number of people who entered?”
Meng Qinghui: “?”
Su Huan said: “That time, my—my Junior Brother and I went to Liufang City together, and some… misunderstandings arose. We accidentally entered the Heart Tribulation Illusion together. Later, somehow, after coming out, I gained a fortuitous opportunity, but my Junior Brother didn’t get anything.”
Meng Qinghui pondered for a moment, then said: “Is the person you mentioned the one who was traveling with you just now?”
Su Huan affirmed: “It is him.”
Meng Qinghui looked enlightened and smiled: “No wonder it was so special. He is a remnant of the Lingxi clan. The Lingxi bloodline can sense the Heavenly Dao, which is why some future events were mixed into the illusion.”
Su Huan finally understood, and quickly signaled her to be quiet: “Shh, you absolutely must not expose the fact that you know his background in front of him. He hates it most when others know his secrets.”
Meng Qinghui expressed understanding: “The world covets the wealth of the Sea of No Delusion. It is wise to be cautious.”
Su Huan shook his head: “You don’t understand. Once he knows you know his secret, he will kill you. I am a case in point.”
Meng Qinghui raised an eyebrow: “Then why are you still alive?”
Su Huan scratched his head, blushing shyly: “Because I became his Dao companion.”
Meng Qinghui: “…”
When the two returned, they saw Wen Huai and the old man sitting in the middle, with Hua Wuyou and Xiao Jianming on either side, both looking displeased, unsure of what had transpired.
Only when Xiao Jianming saw Su Huan return unharmed did his expression soften slightly.
Hua Wuyou immediately rushed to Meng Qinghui, a bright smile on his face: “Senior Sister!”
Xiao Jianming walked to Su Huan’s side, still giving Meng Qinghui a cold look. When she asked, “Are you heading back to the Xuanji Sect next? Shall we travel together?”
Xiao Jianming was icy: “No…”
“Yes, yes!”
Before the word was fully out, Su Huan nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Xiao Jianming’s face instantly stiffened and turned even darker.
Hua Wuyou feigned ignorance, smiling mischievously: “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to travel with us?”
Su Huan also looked at him. Xiao Jianming gritted his back teeth and forced out a smile: “How could I? I’d be delighted.”
He was rewarded with a brilliant smile from Su Huan.
The old man saw that they had talked enough, stood up, dusted off his backside, and snorted at Xiao Jianming: “Well, since the person is awake, this old man is leaving now.”
Although Xiao Jianming had been in a state of delusion and foolishness a few days ago, his divine sense still perceived external movements. He naturally knew why the old man had come. A vein throbbed in his temple. He tossed a storage pouch to him, his tone full of disdain: “Old money grubber.”
Su Huan looked at him, confused. Xiao Jianming paused, then explained pitifully: “This old man has always loved money. He rushed here to save me not because of some Heavenly Dao oath, but for the reward stipulated in the oath—a full one million spirit stones per time.”
Su Huan indeed showed a look of distress. Xiao Jianming took the opportunity to gain some advantage, seemingly reaching out for a hug, but secretly caressing his Dao companion’s slender waist, sighing contentedly in his heart.
Wen Huai caught the thrown storage pouch for the old man. The old man immediately beamed with joy, huffing: “So rude. I treated you when you were little. By seniority, you should call me Grandpa…”
Xiao Jianming’s eyes were cold. The old man’s voice grew smaller and smaller. Finally, he pushed Wen Huai away, fleeing: “Hurry, hurry, the little firecracker is about to explode again…”
In a flash, they were gone.
Su Huan watched the scene and couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Xiao Jianming: “You were called a little firecracker when you were little…”
Xiao Jianming’s face was extremely dark. Seeing the young man who couldn’t stop laughing, his mind shifted slightly. He pulled Su Huan closer and transmitted a message to him.
Su Huan’s expression froze. He abruptly pushed him away, his face rapidly turning red: “…You’re vulgar!”
This time, it was Xiao Jianming who couldn’t stop laughing.
Hua Wuyou had disliked Su Huan ever since he learned that his Senior Sister came to Huayao Continent to find someone, especially after finding out that person was Su Huan.
However, seeing this scene of him flirting with Xiao Jianming, the clouds in his heart suddenly parted, and the sky cleared.
On the road, taking advantage of the Black-Faced Monster’s inattention, he pulled Su Huan aside and whispered: “Hey, you’re actually riding the same sword as that guy surnamed Xiao. Are you Dao companions?”
Seeing Su Huan nod with a blush, the huge stone in his heart finally dropped. His smile became more genuine, and he happily embraced Su Huan with a hearty laugh: “That’s great! As long as you stay with him, you’ll be my best brother, Hua Wuyou’s best brother!”
Su Huan was utterly confused: “?”
Xiao Jianming returned from catching fish and saw this scene. His face darkened again.
Hua Wuyou grinned, quickly retreating to the side: “You two chat. I’m going to check on my Senior Sister.”
The group of four hurried along, flying for over ten days, and encountered Feng Jiangyue, who was rushing to rescue them, halfway through.
Feng Jiangyue was followed by the Chief Eldest Senior Brother. As soon as she saw Su Huan, she immediately rushed over: “Are you alright, Fourth Junior Brother!”
Su Huan was eating a honey-glazed chicken leg roasted by Xiao Jianming. Caught off guard, he was tackled to the ground and nearly choked.
“Cough, cough. Senior Sister, if you don’t get up, I’ll be gone even if I was fine…”
Xiao Jianming’s face was black as he pulled Feng Jiangyue off Su Huan.