The Demon God: I can decompose all things

Chapter 44 A Transaction

Moon shadow whirling.

In the silent stone forest, a man and a woman are alone, a fire is burning, and the lights are dark.

"What does it matter to me whether you have bruises or not?" Xiao Ning'er pouted her rosy mouth and added some firewood to the bonfire.

Could it be that...the bruises on Xian Wu's face and the bruises on his feet belong to the same disease?
If the situation is really as he expected, then the lesions that have been tormenting him for a long time may be removed.

It hurts, it really hurts.

The bruise on her foot had lasted for six or seven months, and she would feel excruciating pain from time to time.

Although she endured it with tenacious perseverance, the pain tortured her all the time.

She felt like a clam with a stone in its shell, enduring the grinding pain day and night.

Xian Wu's words were like a ray of light shining into the darkness, tearing apart the despair that enveloped her.

Although she refuses Xian Wu, her body is still very honest.

Xiao Ning'er slowly took off her shoes, revealing her jade feet that were like gelatin.

There was a very obvious bruise on the instep of his left foot.

Xian Wu knew that Xiao Ning'er was a duplicitous prude and was not angry with her cold attitude.

He's not here to quarrel, he's here to mess with... the bronze demon spirit.

Xian Wu got straight to the point: "I'm asking you a few questions, and I hope you can answer them truthfully. After all... this is related to your illness. Classmate Xiao Ning'er, you don't want to suffer from illness every day, so... please ”

Hmm... Why do I have a little accent when I say this?

Xiao Ning'er didn't nod or shake her head. She sat in front of the blazing bonfire, hugging her knees tightly.

"Not speaking means you agree." Xian Wu smiled and shook his head. Xiao Ning'er was a very upright character, and he really had nothing to do with her.

"First question, are your feet burning like fire?"

Xiao Ning'er nodded.

"Second question, do you feel cold every day and can't keep warm no matter how many clothes you put on?"

Xiao Ning'er nodded again.

"The third question is, every midnight, do you feel like you are falling into an ice cave, as if you are about to be frozen?"

Xiao Ning'er continued to nod.

"Last question, when did you start practicing soul power at night?"

"About a year ago." Xiao Ning'er's voice was like a mosquito, and every question Xian Wu asked was on the top of her mind. It seemed that her illness was cured.

Don't show too much excitement, otherwise it would be bad if he uses the matter of medical treatment to force you to sacrifice yourself.

However, judging from their interactions during this period, although Xian Wu is a bit of a jerk, he is not essentially a bad person.

"Okay!" Xian Wu clapped his hands and sat opposite Xiao Ning'er, looking at her from a distance across the bonfire.

He cut to the chase and said: "I know about your illness, it is the same as mine, it is caused by extreme cold, and it is caused by practicing soul power at night."

"How did you treat him?" Xiao Ning'er put her head on her knees and stared at Xian Wu with eyes like shining stars in the night sky.

The beautiful big eyes are full of longing and begging.

Xian Wu sat cross-legged and said, "I used the art of guidance to heal."

"The art of guidance? Why haven't you heard of it?" Xiao Ning'er's eyes were full of doubts. Could it be that Xian Wu was just making it up to deceive her?Coming from a wealthy family, she was well-read and had never heard of the art of guidance.

Xian Wu raised his nostrils to the sky and said proudly: "Of course you haven't heard that there are only two people in the world who know the art of guidance, and one of them is me."

"Where's the other one?" "It's my adoptive father!"

Xiao Ning'er rolled her eyes: "Can't you just say that your adoptive father passed it on to you? Why go around in such a roundabout way!"

"My adoptive father cannot have contact with women due to some special reasons, so only I can cure your disease." Xian Wu continued.

"What do you want?" Xiao Ning'er's heart was pounding like a deer, fearing that Xian Wu would make some nonsense that would require her to commit herself.

"I want you..." Xian Wu deliberately spoke and gasped. Seeing Xiao Ning'er touching the hilt of the sword with a cold face, Xian Wu immediately added: "I want you to give me a bronze demon spirit."

"Bronze demon spirit?" A big stone fell from Xiao Ning'er's heart.

"Deal!" Xiao Ning'er said cheerfully.

"Wait a minute!" Xian Wu told Xiao Ning'er not to worry, as he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. "You have to give me a written statement. What if you regret it later? I can't afford to offend a wealthy family with a great business."

Xiao Ning'er bit her silver teeth and gave Xian Wu a vicious look.

Sure enough, this guy is a complete bastard and a big idiot.

How much does a bronze demon spirit cost? The pocket money the family allocates to her every month is enough to buy five or six of them. Is she going to default on the payment?
"You don't trust me?" Xiao Ning'er asked through gritted teeth.

Xian Wu asked back: "You just wanted to stab me with a sword. How can I trust you? After treating you, you kill the donkey. I have nothing to do. No one will believe a shameless pants-removing maniac." What the devil said."

"You are quite self-aware." Xiao Ning'er snorted and took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone from the space ring.

"come here!"

"What are you doing?" Xian Wu stood up, patted his butt, and walked over.

"Get down!"

"..." Xian Wu looked around, "Where are you lying? On you?"

Xiao Ning'er stretched out her leg and tripped. Xian Wu lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't move!" Xiao Ning'er spread the paper on Xian Wu's broad back, rubbed the ink, and started writing.

Xian Wu stuck his butt out, feeling uncomfortable all over and very afraid of Xiao Ning'er riding on his back.

"Okay!" Xiao Ning'er took back the ink-paper inkstone, rolled up the paper, and held it in her hand.

Feeling a sense of relief on his back, Xian Wu climbed up and patted the dirt on his knees.

"Give it to me." Xian Wu reached out and asked for the receipt.

Xiao Ning'er put it into the space ring and said with a sly smile: "A white wolf with empty gloves? What a beautiful idea! Give me a treatment first and let me see the effect!"

"Yes!" Xian Wu nodded.

"The art of guidance is a massage technique that requires...physical contact..." Xian Wu gave Xiao Ning'er a "you know" look.

Pink color suddenly spread all over Xiao Ning'er's cheeks. She frowned and warned: "The ugly words are ahead. You are only allowed to massage the bruised areas. If you dare to touch other places, don't blame me for turning against you."

Seeing Xiao Ning'er looking fierce and ready to eat people, Xian Wu raised his hands and surrendered: "Sister-in-law, how dare I do that? If I touch you elsewhere, just stab me with a knife. If I want to hide, just Not a man."

Hearing what Xian Wu said, Xiao Ning'er lowered her guard slightly.

She sat on the ground and shyly stretched her feet onto Xian Wu's thigh.

Holding Xiao Ning'er's jade foot with his right hand, Xian Wu stared at the bruises on the instep without blinking, his brows knitting together.

"What, is it serious?" Xiao Ning'er asked nervously.

Xian Wu: "Uh... have you washed your feet?"

(End of this chapter)