I stared at Pei Yuan for a long time, but I didn't find any sign of vomiting blood. Damn it, how could he say the truth even if he was so against his will?
"Liar, after thirty-five years, no one will age." The woman pursed her lips, showing a coquettish look.
For a moment, I felt that this woman seemed to have become younger.
"Pei Yuan, then why don't you age?"
"I told you, I'm not a human being."
"Then are you a ghost?"
"Have you ever seen a ghost cast a shadow? Can a ghost walk around under the bright sun? Can a ghost carry you down a mountain?"
The woman stopped talking.
Listening to their conversation, I felt that Pei Yuan was still full of energy when he was young. It was obvious that he left without saying goodbye first, causing others to wait for him for thirty-five years. In the end, the waiting person still had a sweet look on his face.
.What kind of world is this? If it were Xia Yan, I would have slapped him with a big mouth.
"You're still breathing," the woman reminded.
"Well, yes, I am indeed still breathing." Holding someone in his arms, Pei Yuan's speed was much lighter than when he left.
Yan Xiaoqing could still keep up, but I almost couldn't.
What kind of world is this?
The woman slowly lifted Pei Yuan's neck and brought her face close to him. Pei Yuan paused and asked, "What are you doing?"
The woman's face turned red: "It's nothing, I just want to get closer to you."
Pei Yuan sighed helplessly: "Take good care of yourself after going down the mountain. Don't go wandering in the mountains again."
The woman muttered like a child who had done something wrong: "You don't even ask why people came here."
Pei Yuan lifted her up and sighed softly.
"In recent years, I heard that there is a temple here. The gods in the temple are very efficacious and respond to all requests..."
"Traveling so far to get a mud tire? Why haven't you poured out the mud in your brain after all these years?" Pei Yuan scolded unhappily.
But the woman showed some complacency: "Who said that? Isn't this effective? It means that the Bodhisattva heard my plea."
"Don't be too wild-minded. The fact that you see me today has nothing to do with the Bodhisattva."
"Who does that have to do with?"
"Why talk so much?" Pei Yuan's voice turned cold and he seemed unhappy again.
But the woman didn't mind at all, as if being able to see him was enough. The temperature was high in summer, and soon a stream of sweat broke out on Pei Yuan's forehead.
The woman wiped him with her sleeve, and the smile on her face deepened every time she wiped it.
Pei Yuan was too lazy to pay attention and let her go.
"Let's rest for a while," the woman said.
"Are you tired?" Pei Yuan asked without blushing or out of breath.
The woman bit her lip and nodded.
She was tired, but she didn't want to finish the road too quickly. Because she knew that she would never see Pei Yuan again when she got off the mountain.
"Then rest."
Pei Yuan walked to the shade of a tree and put the woman down carefully. He looked so cautious, as if he had damaged the woman with a slight movement.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Pei Yuan suddenly took the woman's exposed wrist.
I leaned over and took a look, and was shocked to see that my white wrist was covered with scratches. Although it was scarred, it was shocking to see.
The woman quickly retracted her hand: "I hurt it accidentally."
Pei Yuan frowned and suddenly thought of something, he pinched the woman's legs and boldly lifted up her skirt.
Holy shit, what is Pei Yuan trying to do? I subconsciously wanted to cover Yan Xiaoqing's eyes, but found that before I could make a move, this guy turned his face away.
