She closed her eyes, hardened her heart, grabbed the brick, and smashed it down.
"ah……"
The brick didn't hit the ground; instead, Luo Shao shouted, "Fifty Lang, was that you? What did you throw? It hit my head and it hurts!"
Speechless, Goruro shrugged, stunned.
After a long while, Luo Shao below exclaimed again, "He's bleeding..." His voice was trembling with shock, and after the exclamation, there was complete silence.
Isoro peeked into the dark cave entrance and whispered, "Young Master Luo, are you alright?"
Are you alright? Are you alright? Are you alright...?
The only answer she received was her own echo: this pit was no ordinary deep one. After thinking it over and over, Isoro picked up a slightly smaller stone, about the size of his palm, with trembling hands.
With trembling hands, he threw it down.
There was still no echo from the bricks; instead, Luo Shao roared, "What is it this time, Wu Shilang? You're ruthless! I've changed positions several times, but you still manage to hit me!"
Standing at the cave entrance, Wu Shilang burst into tears. "Young Master Luo, how could you frame me like this? You changed positions countless times, and I, Wu Shilang, also changed positions quite a few times before I finally smashed it down."
The voice from inside the cave continued, "Isoro, if you can't find a rope to pull me up, then jump down yourself."
Young Master Luo's temper flared up completely, and he roared hysterically.
Isoro looked up and saw that it was completely dark. He was on a mountain ridge, surrounded by mud and rocks, and there wasn't even a decent tree. There was indeed no rope to pull him up.
"Wu Shilang, what are you doing?" After a long silence, Luo Shao below couldn't help but get impatient.
"Young Master Luo, what should we do if we can't find the rope?" Wu Shilang asked blankly.
"Can't find it?" Young Master Luo was furious. Recalling his embarrassing fall, he was enraged and roared, "If you can't find it, then jump down yourself!"
Oh well!
After thinking it over, Wu Shilang realized that this was the middle of nowhere, and if he stayed outside the cave, he might be snatched away by wild animals. If he jumped down, at least there would be the skilled and virtuous Gentleman Swordsman, Young Master Luo, inside the cave.
So, she put her arms around her head and, without thinking, jumped down.
The cave was indeed deep. Isoro even took the time to count, and on the tenth count, he finally stepped onto something soft and fluffy.
"The bottom of the cave is actually soft." Ishiro couldn't help but stomp his feet a few times on that soft, fluffy surface.
After a moment of silence, there was the sound of teeth grinding, followed by a sinister question from Luo Shaoping: "My little Fifty, is it comfortable for you to step on?"
Huh? Wu Shilang looked around blankly and asked in confusion, "Young Master Luo, where are you?"
"At your feet."
Luo Shao's voice revealed a deep sense of helplessness, carrying a certain resentment, "Your left foot is on my chest, and your right foot is on my hip."
Ah? So that's how it is. In the darkness, Isoro habitually jumped backward.
"Damn it..." was Luo Shao's brief, low curse, followed by an extremely helpless statement: "Now both your feet are on my face..."
Mo... Ishiro wisely chose to remain silent, then very carefully stepped over Luo Shao's face, stepping down in the direction ahead, his feet sinking into a rugged path.
With her last step, she stepped on Young Master Luo's hand!
This time, Young Master Luo finally broke down!
"Wu Shilang, you did this on purpose." Luo Jinfeng gritted his teeth menacingly, a smile playing on his lips. "Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"
"No, no, nothing..." Ishiro chuckled awkwardly.
"Alright, give me your hand."
In the darkness, Luo Shao's eyes gleamed, like two black gems immersed in water. Wu Shilang hesitated, reaching out his hand tentatively, asking as he did so, "What are you doing?"
Luo Shao didn't reply to her. He reached out and grabbed her hand, then grinned at Wu Shilang, smiled happily, and bit her finger.
He originally wanted to bite her hard, to let her know how much pain she had caused him just now.
As soon as his teeth touched her knuckles, he couldn't help but soften his grip. Her little hands were soft and had a faint milky scent. Gradually, Luo Shao's bite turned into a nibble.
I gently teased each of her fingers with my teeth, following their individual tips.
"Young Master Luo, what are you doing?" Wu Shilang exclaimed in shock, frantically pulling his hand away. "You can't bite me! I didn't mean to! You made me jump down!"
Luo Jinfeng sighed, stopped talking, and took the opportunity to smell her small hands. He mumbled, "I told you to jump, and you jumped. Doesn't that mean you're quite loyal to me?"
Wu Shilang remained silent. Luo Shao's breath sprayed onto her palm, warm and tingling, like an electric current spreading along her arm.
"Don't hold my hand anymore," Wu Lang suddenly remembered Leng Yan's Leng Wushuang, and trembled all over. He said, "We, men and women, should not touch each other."
Luo Jinfeng immediately stopped what he was doing.
After a pause, he suddenly burst into laughter, a melodious and magnetic laugh, "Wu Shilang, haven't things already become unclear between us?"
Although he was laughing, he remembered Leng Wushuang's earlier words about men and women not touching each other, and still angrily grabbed her hand, bit her wrist, and said, "What nonsense about not touching each other! I'll make sure you have my mark."
He bit deeper and deeper, and gradually beads of blood seeped from between his teeth. Isoro was in pain and finally couldn't hold back. He hit him with his other hand and cried out, "Let go, let go, let go!"
He did as he was told, loosened his teeth, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked away the blood droplets on her wrist by feel. Then he released her hand and said casually, "Such deep teeth marks will definitely leave scars."
"I don't want to," Isoro said, pulling his hand away in frustration. "I don't like having scars on my body. Once I get up there, I'll naturally find a doctor to heal them."
As she spoke, she subtly moved half an inch away, saying, "I stepped on you, you bit me, and we're even."
“It can’t be cleared,” Luo Shao’s voice grew increasingly sinister. “Fifty-Lang, it can’t be cleared.”
Even if the relationship ends, he can create another one and continue to be entangled in this mess, never truly severing ties.
Wu Shilang remained silent, hugging his legs. Luo Shao, his face grim, leaned against the wall, lost in thought.
The two sat a distance apart and fell silent.
As the night deepened, gusts of cold wind blew obliquely from the cave entrance, sweeping across the bottom of the pit and churning up the stones and sand. Isoro hugged his arms, shivering uncontrollably.
She was still wearing a thin black robe; the clothes she needed to add before the weather turned cold were all in her luggage.
This time, they were kidnapped and taken to the mountain, and their Lingxi Sword was also confiscated. Now, they really have nothing left, not even a tael of silver.
"Are you cold?" Young Master Luo looked at him with sparkling eyes and said with a smile, "Come here, I'll allow you to get some warmth in my arms."
After saying that, he opened his arms to Giro and waited with a smile for her to pounce on him.
Isoro sneezed loudly, then rubbed his nose and said with teary eyes, "I can't stand the smell on you, I don't like it."
Young Master Luo's face immediately darkened, and he angrily said, "Are you saying that I have an odor?" He still didn't believe it, propped himself up on his arms and sniffed left and right, then became even more furious: "You're lying, I don't have any odor at all!"
Isoro scratched his head and said, "I mean, I can't stand the floral scent on you. It makes me sneeze. I've never been able to stand floral scents since I was a child. There are only green trees in my house, never any flowers, and that's why."
Luo Jinfeng remained silent, took out a flint from his pocket, and lit the dry branches in the cave. Soon, the cave was illuminated.
"You had a flint, why didn't you use it just now?" Igarashi asked curiously.
Luo Shao rolled his eyes and ignored her.
Without using a flint, and with a young girl all alone, it was obviously to take advantage of the situation.
"This hole is so deep." After lighting a fire, Isoro realized just how deep the pit was; it was as tall as three or four people.
"Hmm, it is very high, but with my lightness skill, flying up there shouldn't be any problem." Luo Jinfeng poked at the fire with a twig, and the fire immediately jumped, appearing even brighter.
"Then why don't you jump?" Igor asked curiously.
"At first I didn't want to jump, I wanted to see how you would jump down," Luo Jinfeng leaned against the wall, watching with a smile, then his face slowly fell, he sighed and said, "Now, I can't jump even if I want to, because when you jumped down, you hit me and twisted my ankle. It will take me two days to heal by myself."
What do you call this? This is called harming others without benefiting yourself, and getting all happy for nothing! Wu Shilang rolled his eyes.
"So, because of you, I'm trapped in this filthy pit," Luo Shao looked at Wu Shilang with a mournful expression. In the firelight, his hair was gathered in front of his chest, smooth as silk. His jade-like face was full of accusation. He leaned against the wall, looking extremely delicate. "Wu Shilang, you have to take full responsibility."
"Me?!" Igoro stared, pointing his index finger at his nose. "Then what if I jump down? What about that?"
"Yeah, why are you so obedient? This isn't like you at all, Little Fifty. I bet you jumped down because you were afraid of being attacked by wild animals in the wilderness."
Sure enough, her words hit the nail on the head.
Isoro remained silent, feeling guilty, watching the fire crackle and burn.
"How do you plan to make it up to me?"
Wu Shilang didn't reply. He crossed his arms and pondered for a moment. After a while, he said in a rare serious tone, "I won't always be by your side. Right now, I'll only follow you to the town ahead. First, I need to find a doctor who can cure the poison, and second, I need to make sure that Wushuang is out of danger."
She paused, staring blankly at the fire. "I know you don't want to open his meridians, so I won't ask you. But I must find someone who can help him."
She spoke so seriously, and for the first time, a look of worry appeared on her small face.
Luo Jinfeng felt a slight pang in his heart, but then he pretended to be relaxed and smiled slightly, saying, "Little Fifty, firstly, the physician you're looking for is probably gone. He passed away two years ago. However, I can take you to find his disciple, who happens to be my aunt."
He smiled smugly at Wu Shilang, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. "Originally, she was going to make things difficult for me when she was treating her illness. You are barely considered half a member of my Luoxia Manor. With me here, your little bit of poison is nothing."
"As for your second," his face darkened, then he suddenly looked up at Isoro and sighed, forcing a smile, "if you serve me well, make me happy, and help him heal his injuries, what's wrong with that?"
"Really?" Now, Wu Shilang was truly happy and immediately laughed heartily, "Young Master Luo, I know you're a good person."
"A good person?" Luo Jinfeng smiled wryly, then rallied and said, "It all depends on how you make me happy." A smug smile played on his lips, tinged with provocation, and his eyes flickered. "I want to see how you perform."
“Fine,” Wu Shilang clenched her fist. Whether he could cure the poison or not, she didn’t care. The key was that he could help Wushuang recover her strength. So, what did it matter if she suffered a little grievance? Thus, she became even more determined. Meeting Luo Jinfeng’s provocative gaze, she looked up and said, “Whatever performance you want, I will do as you wish.”
The more decisive her answer, the more a dull ache arose in Luo Jinfeng's heart.
Even though they were face to face, only five steps apart, he felt as if they were in two different worlds.
I slept without any dreams.
Wu Shilang was extremely tired. In her sleep, she felt a warm embrace that enveloped her, carrying the fragrance of orchids. She turned her head, found a comfortable sleeping position, and clung to that warm embrace like an octopus, sleeping soundly in that soft, cozy warmth.
When I woke up, I found myself enveloped in a pale purple hue, with a subtle orchid fragrance that soothed my soul and brought me indescribable comfort.
"You grind your teeth in your sleep? How rude of you." Luo Shao rubbed his arm, wearing only his undergarments, and leaned against the wall about ten steps away from Wu Shilang, looking at him with a smile.
"What happened to your arm?" Isoro sat up, pulled off the clothes wrapped around his body, handed them over, blushed slightly, and said, "Put your clothes back on."
Luo Jinfeng glanced at him sideways, a smile playing on his lips. He took the clothes and slowly and deliberately put them on, then replied, "My arms are sore from exerting themselves all night."
Wu Shilang was puzzled and scratched his head in response.
"Never mind if you don't understand." Young Master Luo sighed, stood up, and looked up at the outside of the cave.
Actually, during the day, this hole isn't that scary. With some help, even without superhuman skills, you could definitely climb up.
“Starting from here, we should be able to slowly climb up. Young Master Luo, what are you thinking about? Is your foot still hurting?” Wu Shilang felt a little guilty.
"No, no, no, it's not a problem with my feet." Young Master Luo's face was serious as he stared blankly at the sky above the cave entrance.
What is the reason for that?