The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 42 Steamed Buns
  Ying Xiaojiu lightly touched the red mark on Feng Ling's forehead with her fingers, and then retracted her hand unconsciously, her gaze remaining there.

There was an indescribable irritation in her heart, which was caused by the stone thrown by the little beggar. If he hadn't reacted quickly, her forehead would have been smashed.

He has never seen such an outrageous master!

Feng Ling buried her head into Ying Xiaojiu's chest and rubbed it, her tone as casual as ever,
  "Didn't you say you were here? I knew you were here, that's why I dared to go. Don't be angry, okay?"

Ying Xiaojiu snorted and simply stopped talking. He is a killer who only needs to follow orders, and the rest has nothing to do with him.

After a long time, Feng Ling's breath stabilized.

She looked up and saw Xiao Jiu still sulking, so she gently hooked his palm.

Then he took out three pennies from the bowl and handed it to him with a smile.
  "Look, we have money now. Three pennies can buy two buns."

Ying Xiaojiu looked at the three cents in her hand and remained silent.

Feng Ling didn't understand why Ying Xiaojiu was angry. He didn't care about the two buns.

Ying Xiaojiu once snatched food from a wild dog. He was angry that Feng Ling didn't care about his own safety.

Feng Ling was helpless, and Ying Xiaojiu couldn't bear the consequences.

Feng Ling realized that she might have embarrassed Ying Xiaojiu just now, so she had to coax him now.

So Feng Ling shook his arm again and coaxed him in a gentle tone.

"Okay Xiaojiu, I won't do this again, I promise you."

"Well, I believe you."

"Gee, do you feel like you're hungry? I think we'd better go get something to eat quickly?"

Ying Xiaojiu couldn't help but feel that her anger was a bit too much.

Every time he heard Feng Ling coaxing him with that soft tone, he would feel very good.

In the end, he chose to compromise.

So, Ying Xiaojiu took her to a nearby bun shop and bought two warm buns.

It cost three cents, one for each person, which was just right.

Then, Ying Xiaojiu happily led Feng Ling forward.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, someone suddenly rushed out of the alley and bumped into Feng Ling's shoulder.

Feng Ling was knocked back a few steps, and the bun in her hand fell to the ground.

The bun didn't even have a chance to resist, and was quickly snatched away by a passing wild dog.

It all happened so fast, Ying Xiaojiu didn't even have time to blink.

Seeing this scene, Ying Xiaojiu was completely shocked.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Feng Ling had an expression on her face that was about to cry.

Feng Ling turned around and threw herself into Ying Xiaojiu's arms for comfort.

Feng Ling's head kept rubbing against his chest, her voice full of grievances.

"Xiaojiu, my bun was eaten by a dog..."

"Xiaojiu, help me fight it..."

"Xiaojiu, I'm so pitiful!"

In Ying Xiaojiu's arms, Feng Ling kept telling her grievances. At this moment, she really felt very pitiful.

Ying Xiaojiu couldn't help it anymore and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

He didn't expect things to turn out like this, especially when he saw his master crying so sadly and aggrieved over a bun.

He actually found it a bit funny.

Feng Ling looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Xiaojiu, are you laughing at me? I've seen it all, stop hiding, you can't even hide the corner of your mouth! Even you are laughing at me!"

Ying Xiaojiu turned her head and coughed lightly, then stretched out her hand to hold down Feng Ling's head, which kept moving, and pushed her away a little. He explained calmly,

"I didn't laugh at you, I just choked."

Hearing him say that he was choked, Feng Ling reacted and her eyes subconsciously fell on the bun in his hand.

She watched eagerly and asked curiously,

"Xiaojiu, how do your buns taste? Is it delicious? I didn't even taste the one I just had?"

Ying Xiaojiu is born with the instinct to protect food. If he is in a training mission, no one can snatch his food, and he will beat anyone who dares to take advantage of his food!

But seeing his master drooling, Ying Xiaojiu suddenly found it particularly interesting.

He pretended to stop, and Feng Ling's eyes moved in a circle, exactly.

Just like the rabbit he raised as a child, it ate whatever he fed it.

His eyes were rolling around, and he was so fluffy that he didn't know how adorable he was.

Although the braised rabbit meat in the end is also delicious, the master and the rabbit are still different.

The corners of Ying Xiaojiu's mouth curved slightly, but he soon regained his composure. There was still no excessive expression on his face. He seemed to be well-behaved, but in fact he was hiding a secret.

"It tastes pretty good. It's still hot, so it should taste delicious."

Ying Xiaojiu commented.

Hearing this, Feng Ling tightened her grip on his belt and slowly moved closer to Ying Xiaojiu. The distance between the two was so close that she could almost feel each other's breathing.

Feng Ling's voice was low and trembling,
  "It does smell good, Xiaojiu. I'm hungry too. Look, I've lost weight around my waist. You can touch it and see."

As Feng Ling said that, she grabbed Ying Xiaojiu's hand and put it on her stomach, leaning her whole body towards him.

Ying Xiaojiu was caught off guard and was hugged by her.

This close contact made Ying Xiaojiu a little panicked. He subconsciously wanted to push her away, but Feng Ling was crumbling as if she had no bones.

Ying Xiaojiu had no choice but to reach out and hold her waist to prevent her from slipping.

At this time, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

But Feng Ling didn't realize it and just looked at him with eyes full of grievance.

"Xiaojiu, I'm so hungry."

Ying Xiaojiu's eyelashes trembled, and he felt the strange and strange reaction in his body again.

Without any hesitation, Ying Xiaojiu handed the bun in his hand to the other party.
  "You can eat it, I haven't touched it yet."

Feng Ling finally let go of her hand, and Ying Xiaojiu left there in embarrassment as if fleeing.

He said he was going to check the same corner again to see if there were any subtle marks left by the killer building, and maybe he could still contact them.

Of course, this is just an excuse.

The real reason was that Ying Xiaojiu found that his body was getting worse and worse. He felt like he had a fever and his body was getting hotter and hotter.

As long as Feng Ling touches him even slightly, he will have a strange impulse to get close to her lips and teeth, smell the warm breath, and kiss her delicate skin.

The thought frightened him. Ying Xiaojiu's face turned red.

There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape from here!

Stay far away, otherwise he really doesn't know what ridiculous things he will do.

But before that, Ying Xiaojiu still carefully placed Feng Ling in a remote temple where there was no one, and made sure that no one would find her.

The door was also covered with weeds to prevent detection.

After doing all this, Ying Xiaojiu hurriedly left the ruined temple and hid in the depths of the distant stream.

He stayed there until he was sure no one could find him.

(End of this chapter)