The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 38 Hidden Arrow
  Feng Ling simply refused to leave.

Ying Xiaojiu felt powerless and turned back to look at her with a little confusion in her eyes.

"Why don't you leave?"

He reminded,
  "It's getting late, and there may be wild wolves in the forest at night."

He wasn't sure he could protect her alone.

"I can't walk anymore."

Feng Ling replied, her eyes showing deep tiredness.

After a whole day of escaping from Bihai Pavilion to here, she was exhausted.

As a warrior, Xiao Jiu may be able to persist longer.

But for a woman with no strength, it is a miracle that she can hold on until now.

"You carry me on your back."

Feng Ling begged softly, her eyes full of sincerity.

Upon hearing this, Ying Xiaojiu turned around and squatted in front of her without hesitation.

His duty is to protect his master's life while obeying her every command unconditionally.

For Ying Xiaojiu, carrying someone on his back is not a difficult task.

But he obviously underestimated the vitality of this master.

Just say it nicely, why do you always like to blow close to his ear?
  She also particularly liked to rub his face. Her hands kept moving on his face. Ying Xiaojiu had a few hairs pulled out if he wasn't careful. It was really painful.

Just like now, Feng Ling not only lay on his back, but also played with his earlobes enthusiastically.

Suddenly, Feng Ling almost pulled off his ears as if he had discovered a new world.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, I found a cinnabar mole the size of a rice grain behind your ear. Is this a mark you've had since you were a child?"

Regarding this, Xiaojiu really doesn’t know. He has been a member of the Killer Building for as long as he can remember.

The only thing on his body that can prove his identity is probably the half piece of jade pendant around his neck. As for the mark she was talking about, he knew nothing at all.

So, Ying Xiaojiu answered honestly,

"I do not remember."

Feng Ling wasn't angry after hearing this. She smiled and rubbed his ears so gently that she seemed to be comforting him.

She put her cheek against his ear, rubbed it gently, and said softly,

"It doesn't matter. It's okay if you can't remember. I'll just remember it from now on. Anyway, with this mark, no matter what Xiaojiu becomes in the future, I can recognize you at a glance."

Feng Ling smiled and rubbed the back of Ying Xiaojiu's neck.

Ying pursed her lips subconsciously, and the annoyance in her heart disappeared instantly after hearing these words.

Feng Ling was just talking casually, but she didn't expect that the other party would actually take her words to heart.

Maybe it was because this was the first time someone said this to him, and the other person was completely different from the members of the Killer Building, which made Ying Xiaojiu feel very strange.

There was even a hint of emotion, that warm feeling filled his heart.

Everyone will have a deep impression on those who take them to heart, and Ying Xiaojiu is no exception.

However, there was something else mixed with this emotion, something indescribable, subtle, something that gave him a tingling feeling in his chest.

Ying Xiaojiu's reaction to this unfamiliar emotion was slightly slow. He actually didn't quite understand what was wrong with him.

Whenever he felt something strange in his chest, he would purse his lips and stop talking.

However, even though Ying Xiaojiu remained silent, Feng Ling on her back was still chattering.

Fengling started to ask some weird questions, and even pretended to care about the daily life of her subordinates:
  "Xiaojiu, how old are you?"

"Xiaojiu, do you have a sweetheart?",

"No? Do you have any wives or concubines at home?" "No? What type of woman do you like? Petite, tall? Or plump, slender?"

At first, Ying Xiaojiu listened carefully, but gradually, his brows furrowed and his expression became uncomfortable.

Is this really a question that masters who care about their subordinates would ask?

What kind of master would care so carefully about the marriage issues of his subordinates?

Ying Xiaojiu thought about it and finally decided to answer honestly,
  "I like people who are silent, even if they don't speak."

Hearing this answer, Feng Ling was stunned.

She knew in her heart that Ying Xiaojiu's words clearly meant that she talked too much.

Feng Ling snorted lightly, and her eyes instantly turned cold.

She hooked her hands around Ying Xiaojiu's neck and said with a hint of complaint,
  "Isn't it good for people who talk a lot? You don't like to talk much to begin with, and if you find a partner who is taciturn, do you plan to communicate directly with eyes in the future?"

Perhaps because she was a little impatient with her question, Ying Xiaojiu turned her head stubbornly and answered resolutely,

"I like people who talk less."

Feng Ling couldn't help but chuckle, took out her hand, gently touched his ear, and coaxed gently,

"Xiaojiu, is it really not okay to talk too much?"

At this time, Xiaojiu almost blurted out, no.

But the seniors in Killer House told him that women are troublesome, especially women who talk a lot.

In comparison, wouldn't practicing swordsmanship and martial arts be more interesting?

Ying Xiaojiu has always felt that she is a principled person.

But in the face of Feng Ling's delicate tone, his original refusal suddenly became vague.

For some reason, Feng Ling's approach made him feel hot at the base of his ears, as if the warmth from her lips was transmitted to him.

However, this uncomfortable feeling was quickly suppressed by him. As a killer, he must remain calm and vigilant at all times.

They talked and laughed all the way into the depths of the forest.

However, just as night fell, a cold arrow suddenly struck.

If he were alone, he could easily dodge the arrow.

However, the person he was carrying on his back was his burden. Ying Xiaojiu hesitated and failed to dodge in time.

The arrow tore through his clothes and left a shallow wound on his shoulder.

A trace of blood seeped out from the wound, staining Ying Xiaojiu's shoulder red.

Ying Xiaojiu frowned slightly and glanced back.

He seemed to have heard a lot of noise. It seemed that the group of killers from the daytime were catching up. They were really difficult to deal with.

"Xiaojiu, are you injured?"

Feng Ling also felt the previous movement, and was currently lying on Ying Xiaojiu's shoulder, her tone full of concern,
  "I smell blood, please let me down first and let me see how your injuries are."

Hearing this, Ying Xiaojiu took a breath.

He looked at his shoulder and found a wound there.

But he wasn't worried, this little injury was nothing to him.

But at the same time, Ying Xiaojiu also noticed the movement behind.

"Don't move, someone is chasing you."

Ying Xiaojiu said in a deep voice,
  "But they probably haven't discovered us yet, otherwise the accuracy of the arrow wouldn't be that bad. It's more like it was shot deliberately to arouse the enemy."

(End of this chapter)