Función clerical - Capítulo 91
"And then?" Zhai Feng shrugged. "Then the master hid from various hidden weapons and traps for three months."
Shen Zhili: "..."
Zhai Feng: "So normally, not only us, but even the Lord avoids Mu Ge. He designed all the siege equipment this time, it's terrifying..." Zhai Feng paused, looking as if she couldn't bear to recall it, and patted Shen Zhili's shoulder, "If Miss Shen wants to avoid the Lord, Mu Ge is a good choice, but remember not to anger him!"
Shen Zhili nodded resolutely.
With mixed feelings, Shen Zhili got back into the car.
During this time, Su Chenche tried to get on the car several times, but to no avail. Shen Zhili, holding her small bundle, listened to the knocking and bumping sounds around her and looked at the boundless yellow sand.
"You have amnesia?"
After a while, Shen Zhili realized that the voice was asking her a question. She swallowed and nodded quickly.
Mu Ge glanced at her: "Come here."
Shen Zhili struggled slightly, then cautiously leaned closer to those emotionless eyes. Before she could react, Mu Ge suddenly reached out his hand to her.
...I'm so angry! What are you trying to do?!
Shen Zhili suddenly closed her eyes and waited for a while. She only felt a sharp pain on her head for a moment, but nothing else terrible happened.
She tentatively opened her eyes and saw Mu Ge holding a hairpin, his brows slightly furrowed. With a forceful pull, the hairpin snapped in two: "A mere trifle."
Upon closer inspection, Shen Zhili recognized it as her hairpin. The jade stones on it had deformed and fallen off under her tight grip. She felt a pang of heartache, but because of Mu Ge, she dared not approach and could only watch longingly.
Mu Ge's brows were still slightly furrowed: "How do you feel?"
Shen Zhili: "Huh?"
Pastoral Song: "What are you thinking about?"
Shen Zhili shook her head: "No."
Mu Ge casually tossed the broken hairpin out the window and said indifferently, "It's alright now."
Shen Zhili: "..."
Give me back my hairpin, you bastard!
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After two days of feeling down, Shen Zhili's attention was finally diverted to other things.
Although it was an endless expanse of yellow sand, the trail was not difficult to navigate thanks to the road signs left by righteous people. However, the sight of corpses buried in the sand along the way was chilling.
A few days later, they finally encountered the first wave of demonic cult's traps. Fortunately, they were prepared and the casualties were not too heavy.
There were very few doctors among the group, so Shen Zhili got off the carriage to bandage the wounded. Her skills were proficient and she was patient enough to quickly become friends with the wounded, and she didn't bother to go back to the Muge carriage.
Furthermore, Mu Ge was busy studying the dismantled mechanical remains and had no time to pay attention to her.
The convoy was getting closer and closer to the Demonic Cult's headquarters.
"Miss Shen, Miss Shen, my wound has reopened. Could you please bandage it again?"
Shen Zhili turned around and smiled: "Oh, wait a moment, I'll be right there."
The Twelve Nights who spoke tensed up for a moment. Shen Zhili had already turned around to untie the bandage for him, carefully examined the wound, applied some medicine, and then carefully re-bandaged it little by little.
Her movements were serious and her expression focused. Although her pretty face wasn't stunningly beautiful, it was the kind of face that grew more attractive the more you looked at it.
“Miss Shen…” Although there are rumors that Miss Shen and the Lord have feelings for each other, Miss Shen has been taking care of the wounded these days and has not even seen the Lord once. How can she seem to have feelings for him?
Shen Zhili asked, "Hmm?"
The man hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Have you eaten?"
What a stupid question! He regretted it so much he wanted to bite his tongue.
Shen Zhili scratched his head: "Didn't you bring me food just now?" Then he smiled and said, "Oh right, I forgot to say thank you."
The man's face flushed red as he looked at Ru Hua's smiling face.
...He's spent most of his life on missions, so he's never had the time or opportunity to meet any girls! The girl he's seen the most before was Ye Qianqian, the master's former lover.
Compared to the terrifying, ruthless, and violent Ye Qianqian, Miss Shen is truly wonderful! She's gentle, kind, and caring! She's exactly like the ideal daughter-in-law my mother used to describe when I was little!
Oh my god, my heart is racing! I'm so nervous! I can't speak!
Shen Zhili placed her hand on his forehead and asked with slight surprise, "Hey, it's so hot. Is your wound infected?"
The man's face turned bright red: "No, I..."
"You can leave now." A gentle, soothing voice said.
The man hurriedly said, "Wait, wait a moment, I haven't..." He looked up and was suddenly startled, "Ah, my lord, I'll be going now!"
Su Chenche walked over with his arms crossed and a calm, humble smile on his face, and whispered something in the man's ear.
The man's expression changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "My lord, this..."
Su Chenche patted his head: "Good boy, your master believes in you."
The man almost burst into tears: "My lord, this is simply impossible!"
Su Chenche's smile grew even more gentle and charming as he continued to speak in a pleasant voice in his ear, "You dare to flirt with even the Lord's people, what else can't you do? Go now!" With that, he kicked the man away.
Shen Zhili couldn't hear their conversation and said with dissatisfaction, "That person is injured. I just bandaged his wound. Can you please not be so rough?"
Su Chenche pouted: "I'm not happy."
Shen Zhili: "What I care if you're unhappy." After tidying up the things on the table, Shen Zhili turned to leave. She hadn't forgotten to avoid Su Chenche; what if she accidentally went berserk again and stabbed him to death...?
Su Chenche stepped in front of him, looking aggrieved: "Zhi Li, why are you avoiding me?"
Shen Zhili walked straight to her: "I wasn't hiding, I just didn't really want to see you."
Grabbing Shen Zhili's sleeve, Su Chenche said, "...Could you also bandage my wound?"
Shen Zhili said decisively, "No need! Don't you have a doctor?" Later, Shen Zhili learned that Su Chenche, as the leader of this group, did not lack doctors at all.
Su Chenche: "I want you to bandage me."
Shen Zhili tugged at her sleeve: "Not interested... Let go."
Su Chenche gripped his hand even tighter: "I won't let go! You were bandaging that person just now, and you were even smiling at him." His tone was both roguish and childish, even carrying a hint of accusation.
Shen Zhili scoffed: "How childish of you... You have to compete over something like this. Let go now!"
Su Chenche refused to let go, saying, "I'm not trying to compete."
Shen Zhili: "What is that?"
Su Chenche said decisively, "It's jealousy!"
Shen Zhili: "..."
Jealous? What kind of jealousy do you have? What's so good about this kind of vinegar?
Su Chenche lowered his eyes: "That person just now likes you."
Shen Zhili: "...You're overthinking it."
Su Chenche's voice was heavy: "Really."
...Only an idiot like you can't even tell that someone likes you.
Seeing that Su Chenche really didn't seem to be lying, Shen Zhili was slightly surprised. Recalling that the person had injured his arm in the previous trap, she had taken care of him a few times. Although they hadn't had much contact, he seemed to act strangely whenever he saw her. Could it be that he really liked her?
Touching her chin, Shen Zhili continued to recall. He seemed to be quite handsome, and his social status didn't seem too high, which was perfect for an ordinary person like her. Moreover, he had a gentle personality, so he shouldn't be opposed to marrying into the Shen family. The more she thought about it, the more suitable he seemed. She punched her other hand in the fist and turned around, saying, "You should have said so earlier! I'll go ask him now if he's willing to marry into my Shen family..."
Before I could take a single step, someone grabbed my waist.
Shen Zhili struggled: "What are you doing? Let go..."
Su Chenche's warm breath brushed against her ear as he spoke, his tone almost consultative: "Zhi Li, I feel like my presence has been too faint lately."
Shen Zhili: "...You're too modest."
With a sigh, Su Chenche said helplessly, "As expected, this method is still the most suitable for you..."
Shen Zhili subconsciously replied, "What to do..."
The last word was completely swallowed up before it could be uttered.
Pushing Shen Zhili aside, Su Chenche poured out all the emotions he had suppressed for many days into her mouth.
As the passionate kiss began, the surroundings suddenly began to shake violently.
Shen Zhili tried to push Su Chenche away, but was afraid of touching the wound on his waist and abdomen. Hesitant to act, he had his hands firmly held down by Su Chenche.
Su Chenche closed his eyes slightly and kissed her fiercely, looking as if he would never move even if the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, the sea dried up, and the rocks crumbled.
Shen Zhili thought bitterly, "They're not really going to kiss each other to death like this, are they? That's such a shameful way to die!"
But soon, she had no time to think about anything else.
The tremors around them intensified, the ground suddenly caved in, and the darkness instantly swallowed the two of them.
The grottoes not far away.
A disciple of the Demonic Sect knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "Guardian Yu, they have all fallen into the underground palace."
Yu Lian lifted her gaze from the shattered jade artifacts on the table, fiddled with the plump, fluffy little yellow bird beside her, and said softly, "I understand."
Chapter seventy-three
Shen Zhili was thrown heavily to the ground by Su Chenche, but because Su Chenche cushioned her fall, it didn't hurt too much; she only felt a dull ache in her chest.
Wait, Su Chenche is at the bottom...
Shen Zhili's heart skipped a beat, and she scrambled to her feet.
It was pitch black underground, and she couldn't see Su Chenche at all. She quickly took out a tinderbox from her bosom, lit it, and turned to shine the light on Su Chenche.
Su Chenche lay beneath her, motionless, his eyelashes fluttering before he suddenly blinked.
Shen Zhili looked at him with complicated emotions, her hand hovering in mid-air, not daring to touch his abdomen.
Su Chenche, however, smiled at her and said, "Zhi Li..."
"You know what I mean..." Blood seeped from Su Chenche's white robe around his waist, leaving splattered red spots that were shocking to the eye. A sense of dread washed over Shen Zhili, and she snapped, "You still have the nerve to call me? Are you kidding me? The wound on my waist hasn't even healed yet, and you're already this bold? What if..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Zhili was suddenly embraced by Su Chenche, who pulled her close to his body.
His voice was weak, but firm: "I'm fine, I'm alright."