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"How unfortunate, I actually tripped over a stone..." Ouyang Zixin shifted her body and struggled to turn over.
Yun Tianmo saw from a distance that Ouyang Zixin's clothes were stained with bright red, and his anxiety grew even more. He doubled his speed, leaving Ning Zhiyuan behind.
As Yun Tianmo approached, a cloud of dust was kicked up, causing Ouyang Zixin to close her eyes in surprise.
At this moment, Yun Tianmo couldn't care less about anything else and directly pulled Ouyang Zixin into his arms. He noticed her clothes were bloodstained but couldn't tell where she was hurt, a wave of inexplicable anger surged within him.
Ning Zhiyuan, who lagged a step behind, could tell that Yun Tianmo was angry, and the reason was clear—
"Miss Ouyang, where are you hurt?" Looking at the little person in Yun Tianmo's arms with her eyes tightly shut and her eyelashes fluttering, she was truly endearing.
Unfortunately, he was a step too late.
Although Ouyang Zixin's vision wasn't clear, she had seen enough when they were walking side by side. She wanted to explain, but Yun Tianmo seemed to be enveloped in an aura of coldness that made Ouyang Zixin too afraid to open her eyes.
It was just a fall; it was just a few damaged fruits. Was it really necessary to be angry?
Ning Zhiyuan didn't move closer, but at this point, if he still couldn't see that the stains on Ouyang Zixin's clothes weren't blood, then he really lacked perception.
After a moment of shock, the worry on his face disappeared, replaced by his usual light and easy smile.
"The Ink King is truly worried to the point of confusion; I believe Miss Ouyang isn't injured after all. It seems we misunderstood." He brushed aside his slightly disheveled hair and looked at Yun Tianmo with amusement.
Aside from the bright red stains on Ouyang Zixin's clothes, there was also the red liquid flowing beside her. Yun Tianmo noticed the scattered purple-red fruits around them as well.
"Um... I just..." At this point, Ouyang Zixin couldn't pretend anymore. She cautiously opened her eyes a small crack and glanced nervously at Yun Tianmo.
Where is the promised spring? Where is the bright sunshine?
Why does Ouyang Zixin feel a chill creeping in at this very moment, a bone-deep cold rising from her back?
Bang—
"Ouch."
Another cloud of dust rose as Ouyang Zixin fell to the ground once more. This time, however, she was lying on her back, arms and legs spread out like a star.
Yun Tianmo was angry!
Ignoring the pain in her head, Ouyang Zixin rubbed herself while getting up. "What are you so mad about? I didn't want to fall! Just help me up already. What does it mean to let me fall again?"
Facing Ouyang Zixin's "roar," Yun Tianmo turned a deaf ear and continued to release his cold aura.
Yun Tianmo was indeed very angry, but he was angry at himself.
Twice! He had lost his composure twice because he mistakenly thought Ouyang Zixin was hurt. When did he, Yun Tianmo, become someone who would be so concerned about a woman?
At six years old, Ouyang Zixin could hardly be called a woman. What exactly was it that tugged at his heart?
"Tsk tsk tsk, the Ink King really is... making This Prince feel inadequate compared to Master Xuan's daughter," a teasing voice rang in Yun Tianmo's ear.
"What do you mean by that? You all aren't any good either!" Ouyang Zixin, already in a bad mood from falling—not once but twice—felt her anger flare even more upon hearing Ning Zhiyuan rambling on while the real culprit, Yun Tianmo, remained silent. Her frustration ignited like dry kindling catching fire.
"Is having high cultivation so impressive? Just because you have high cultivation doesn't mean you won't fall! And just because you won't fall doesn't mean you can lack compassion! You don't need to watch me fall again without helping!" Damn it! Two annoying bastards!
Ouyang Zixin placed one hand on her hip and pointed her index finger between the two men, saying, "I've never seen such a man without any gentlemanly demeanor."
What is gentlemanly demeanor?
Yun Tianmo didn't understand, and Ning Zhiyuan was confused.
"They shouldn't be hurt from the fall; just look at how grandly they curse at people."
"…"
Looking at the scattered fruits on the ground, then at her wrinkled clothes, with bits of fruit pulp all over them, Ouyang Zixin swore that in the future, when picking fruits, she would definitely not count these two troublesome men in.
If it weren't for picking extra fruits and worrying about staying in the forest, how could she have fallen?
"Hmph, saying they would take care of me in the secret realm is all a lie. Only that silly uncle would believe what you say!" When entering the secret realm, Yun Tianmo protected herself. Ouyang Zixin had thought the ice mountain had changed its nature, but now she realized how naive she had been.
"Ouyang Zixin, you're also a fool. Have you ever seen an ice mountain melt? The Titanic crashed into it so hard that it only chipped a small corner off; yet you still foolishly believed that this ice mountain, Yun Tianmo, would change!" Ouyang Zixin no longer held any hope for these two men. Rather than relying on them, it was better to put in more effort herself.
After some contemplation, Ouyang Zixin gradually calmed down.
Relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself.
She would go back to pick fruits herself; as for those two, they could do whatever they wanted!
"Yun Jiu has gone far." Ning Zhiyuan nudged Yun Tianmo with his elbow, finding it hard to believe that the storm had passed so quickly.
Ouyang Zixin suddenly stopped cursing and walked away with a calm expression. Just like that, she left?
Yun Tianmo turned around and looked out, only to see a small figure stubbornly walking step by step into the distance.
She pursed her lips and frowned.
“Yun Jiu, could it be that with entering this secret realm, spring has also arrived?” At one moment, she was nervously holding her close, and at another, she let her fall again. Ning Zhiyuan thought to himself, Yun Jiu, oh Yun Jiu, it seems you are going to stir up the Red Luan Star.
“Annoying.” Yun Tianmo felt irritated by Ning Zhiyuan's words and tossed out two words before heading toward the forest.
“Hahaha…” Ning Zhiyuan, usually cold in demeanor, couldn't help but laugh out loud at this moment. It seemed that in the future, besides Ouyang Zixin, even Yun Jiu would become quite interesting.
He really looked forward to it.
The forest was originally filled with the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing, with the wind rustling through the leaves, creating a natural melody. However, at this moment, it only made Ouyang Zixin feel more irritable.
“What are you all chirping about? Do you all have to bother me too?” Kicking at the small stones that occasionally rolled out from the grass, Ouyang Zixin muttered to herself as she walked along. “One ice mountain is already enough to deal with; that Third Prince is still someone who loves to join in on the fun and watch the show. Just how boring must life be for royal nobles?”
Before long, Ouyang Zixin arrived at a fruit-bearing tree. Without much thought, she casually picked one. The fruit trees in this secret realm were truly rich in nutrients; the branches were weighed down with plump fruits that looked sweet and juicy.
All natural, no pesticides.
Ouyang Zixin opened her mouth to take a bite—
“Don’t eat it; it’s poisonous.”
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