Three Times Reincarnation

I held my mouth tight.

The two black armored martial artists behind Jing Yao moved quickly. Each of them kicked his knees, which wasn't small at all.

I was sitting far away on the couch. I could faintly hear the two crisp sounds, but Jing Yao still stood in his original position. Only the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his pain.

I unconsciously swallowed, wondering how I could best say it — ahem, to avoid getting into trouble.

Because today's Fellow Daoist Yan Jing seems a bit irritable and impatient. One mistake and he'll roast me, a little fish monster, which is hard to say.

But having said that, I can't just sit by and watch Daoist Jing Yao being tortured by the demon dwellers. He is from the Kirin Clan, so it would be a mere finger's worth of effort for him to kill me …

Sigh, this year, it was indeed not easy to become a demon!

Sadly, I scratched the hair on my forehead. The moment I looked down, I found that at some point, there were two red sleeves covering my waist. Underneath the wide sleeves, there was a pair of clasped hands.

The fingers of these two hands were slender and powerful, with distinct joints. The way they grasped each other was even more graceful. It was as if the thing that was protected by his hands was the most precious thing in the world.

If only there was no 'as if'.

I don't know why, but I had this thought.

Fortunately, this thought was very faint. With a slight turn, it disappeared without a trace.

"Kneel!"

Seeing that my attack wasn't successful, the two black armored martial artists attacked once again. They shouted at the same time, making my vision darken. After calming himself down, he looked over and saw that Jing Yao's face had paled even more. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he still stood there and didn't kneel down.

I wanted to ask the man in black to stop; however, I felt that if he were to say it like that, he would be unable to please both sides. Thus, I simply stretched out my hand to lightly pull Yan Jing's clothes behind me.

"Why?" Yan Jing's tone was still as cold as ever, and the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to have dropped slightly as well.

I steeled my heart and raised my head to look at him eagerly. "I really have to rush back to save my friend …"

The corner of Yan Jing's mouth curled up and there was no smile in his eyes. Instead, it seemed as if he was sizing up Yan Jing as he spoke after a long while, "Save a friend? Then, if you were left alone, would you know the way back? "

I ignored the obvious sarcasm in his words and only pretended to be annoyed. "I really don't recognize him." Saying that, he didn't look at Jing Yao who was standing on the ground and only smiled at him, "Or …. May I trouble you to send me off? "

Yan Jing's expression was still cold, but his gaze wandered around the tent before he asked in an indifferent tone, "What does your matter have to do with me?"

I touched my nose. I felt a bit uncomfortable. It was as if the softest part of my body had been pierced by spikes. The pain gushed out and I didn't care about it anymore as I said, "Since... If that's the case, then why don't you let this friend of mine go first? When I save Liniang... "I'll let you handle it."

"Do as I wish? You can't say anything but that, can you? " Yan Jing's expression darkened. With dark red eyes, he narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Friend? This sovereign would like to see just how many palms this friend of yours can receive! "

Even before he finished speaking, he had already raised his hand and shot out a streak of black light. The attack was as fast as lightning and carried the faint sound of thunder as it headed straight for the scene.

Anxious, I subconsciously pushed away the arms at my waist. I made a hand sign and dodged, coincidentally blocking in front of Jing Yao.

Almost at the same time, a powerful force came from my back and pushed me forward, knocking into something and sending me flying.

It took an unknown amount of time before I could barely exhale. My entire body was exhausted, I couldn't even move a single finger, my head was splitting apart, and there was a fishy and sweet taste in my throat. I endured it and endured until I finally managed to not exhale anything.

Beneath his palm was a smooth and smooth black colored clothes. Jing Yao's anxious and terrified voice could be heard beside his ear, "You … Cough cough, why did you have to do this for me … "So it's like this …"

I really want to say: Fellow Taoist, you really misunderstood.

However, the pain from the blockage on his chest was extremely excruciating, causing him to be unable to say a single word.

"..." Don't worry, cough … "If we are born in heaven, no matter what, I will not let you down …"

Fellow Jing Yao, you've misunderstood me. Just now, I was only protecting myself to prevent the Qilin clan from seeking revenge in the future. But now, I've been described by your mournful tone … That's right, that's right. It's just like the young scholar's girl in the novels that promised her life … This really makes me, a little fish monster, feel incomparably depressed!

I was full of sincerity and wanted to explain the situation to him, but the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit them out. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed my throat.

His vision gradually turned black. Before his consciousness disappeared, the last thought he had was actually this weird: He didn't even need to struggle to get away from what seemed to be a heavily guarded position.

Therefore, it was only proper for a substitute to do their job. It was just asking for trouble because there were too many expectations …

I felt as if I had fallen into a bottomless abyss. My limbs felt as if they were tied to many heavy objects as they continuously fell. Only the faint heat on my wrist seemed to remind me that this wasn't just a dream. After an unknown period of time, the sound of running water suddenly appeared beside their ears. Following that, there seemed to be the chirping of birds. Behind them, there were people whispering to each other, their voices sounding urgent.

"..." How did this happen... "Elder sister, how did you become like this …"

"What?" You ran into a demon over there... "I already said it's dangerous …"

"Sister!" "Elder sister, wake up quickly. Little Meng, be good and listen to me …"

"..." Why isn't Sister awake yet? "Even Liniang has woken up …"

"I want to go back to Qing Qiu …" Please, my master... He definitely has a way … "

Peace returned to his ears.

However, not long after, another man's low voice sounded out, "It's all because I couldn't protect you …" "As long as you can wake up …"

In a trance, I felt my teeth being pried open, and then a thick, sweet liquid flowed into my mouth — it seemed to have a sweet, fishy taste. The moment the juice entered his mouth, it melted and slowly fell into his throat. Then it melted and became warmth, quickly dispersing into his limbs and bones.

Gradually, I could clearly feel the pressure on my body subtly disappear.

After that, every once in a while, I could feel myself being fed the same juice. There was also the deep male voice. Other than apologizing, he could only repeat the words again and again, but unfortunately, he could not hear it clearly.

As time went by, I got used to it.

As the discomfort faded, one day I finally tried to move my eyelids.

Unexpectedly, he heard a delicate and gentle voice shout loudly beside his ear, "Miss has awoken! The girl woke up! Fast! "Go and invite Young Master Jing over!"

Not long after that, the sound of messy footsteps entered my ears. I tried my best to open my eyes, but what entered my sight was Jingyao — his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes that were as dark as before had an undisguised look of pleasant surprise.

He stood by the side of the bed and just stared blankly at me for a long time. Suddenly, he bent down and embraced me, saying repeatedly, "It's good that you're awake …" It's good that you're awake! "

I tried to speak, but I heard a hoarse voice that startled me.

"This is …" What's going on? "

With a gentle smile on my face, he reached out his hand to stroke the hair falling on my forehead and softly said, "How do you feel now? Do you still feel any discomfort? "

I used my luck and discovered that there wasn't even a slight injury. I shook my head. I just don't feel strong enough. "

"Don't be impatient yet." Jing Yao's gaze moved across my face. With an incomparably gentle voice, he said, "You were previously heavily injured. You slept for so many more days. Slowly, you will recover."

I nodded.

After a moment, he uneasily shifted his gaze away from the other party's gaze — his gaze carried too much emotion, surging like the tide. Even an idiot like me could see that.

"Qingyin, you've just recovered from your illness, you should rest more." "Right now, we are still at the Jiang manor. Mister Jiang had specially invited a few of the town's best culinary cooks to come back. Do you have anything you especially want to eat?"

I was at a loss for a long time, "... A candied fruit, will you? "

The corner of Jing Yao's mouth twitched. There was helplessness in his eyes, but he nodded his head amiably and said, "I'll get someone to buy it for you in the small town." What do you want to eat? "

"Alright, thank you very much." I was a little conflicted again. "About that …" And a bowl of tofu brain, will you? "

Not long after, someone brought us food. Other than the snacks that I had ordered, there was an extra serving of osmanthus cake that was steaming hot and had a fragrant smell. It was obvious that it had just come out of the cage.

When I saw the food, I immediately felt the pain in my body lessen. Jing Yao sat on the edge of the bed and occasionally used a handkerchief to wipe the corners of my mouth. I was too lazy to care what he was thinking right now. I could only let go of my stomach and eat. I felt very satisfied.

Just as I finished eating, before I could wipe my mouth, Sir Jiang appeared at the door.

"Greetings, Fairy."

Young Master Jiang was still dressed in an exquisite robe, but his spirit was much better than his previous dejected look. He looked like a man of talent and elegance. He cupped his fist and bowed to me, his expression solemn.

"If it weren't for Fairy Lin and Brother Jing Yuan saving me, then I would have been able to return the soul to Mother Li." If it wasn't for Fairy Lin and Brother Jing Yuan saving me, then Lady Li would have been able to return the soul to me.

I chuckled dryly. "Young Master Jiang, you don't have to do this." After some thought, he asked again, "Is Liniang well?"

Young Master Jiang's face reddened slightly. "Liniang …" "My wife is fine, does fairy wish to meet her?"

I shook my head, thinking that I was being considerate. "I'll let her rest for a while longer."

Hearing this, Mister Jiang had a strange expression on his face. I was stunned for a moment before suddenly recalling something and asking, "How long have I been unconscious for?"

But the next person that answered was Jing Yao, "Not bad, it's only about 20 days."