Volume 3: A drop in the ocean Chapter 12 Who is in whose hand
"This is the symbol of the Kongming tribe, the totem of the ancient beast 'uI'. She is from the Kongming tribe." As if to explain to Ying Lili, Yan Zheng slowly stood up and spoke, but his brows were still furrowed, as if he couldn't understand why a woman from the Kongming tribe would appear here. Could the rumors be wrong?
The Ruoye and Kongming tribes had been at loggerheads for hundreds of years, and conflicts of all sizes had almost never ceased. A few years ago, the prince of the Ruoye tribe led a million troops to beat the invading Kongming tribe back to their homeland in the southwest. How could he see a woman from the Kongming tribe here now? And she was entering and leaving the Ruoye palace so openly? Yan Zheng was a little confused.
When he heard the Kongming tribe, Ping Lili's heart tightened for no reason, and he finally remembered the black-faced woman in his dream. Then he knew why he felt so familiar with this pattern. It turned out that he seemed to have seen this pattern on the forehead of the black-faced woman that day.
"She is not from the Kongming clan, but a genuine Ruoye clan! I have seen her tail before!" But he suddenly remembered what he had seen with his own eyes before, and Ping Lili spoke hurriedly, denying Yan Zheng's previous speculation.
After hearing what Ping Lili said, Yan Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. He stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on the other person's brow. He closed his eyes slightly and muttered something silently. He saw that the other person's forehead began to slowly turn purple, and even a little black.
Yan Zheng quickly retracted his fingers, and understood something in his heart. The corners of his lips curled up slightly , and his expression was full of sarcasm and disdain: "They still like to use these shameful means as always."
Pinglili looked up at him, but didn't quite understand.
"This person is a nail planted here by the Kongming tribe. She is indeed a pure Ruoye fishman. This totem is just a kind of poison used by the Kongming tribe to control her body and mind." Thinking of the despicable methods of the Kongming tribe, the disdain on Yan Zheng's face became even stronger.
Ping Lili just remembered that the Shamo wizards have always looked down on the Kongming people who were exiled to the remote southwestern land by their Shamo god.
"Then what should we do with this person?" In her heart, Ping Lili was already quite convinced of Yan Zheng and unconsciously sought his opinion. After all, she was a newcomer and didn't know anything, so it was necessary for her to be humble.
"That is the dispute between the Kongming and Ruoye tribes. It has nothing to do with us. We don't need to do anything deliberately. She will wake up naturally after a while. Whether she will be discovered by the Ruoye people before that depends on her own luck." Yan Zheng said calmly, with an attitude of indifference.
Ping Lili nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Yan Zheng's statement, and then as if she remembered something, she subconsciously took off the woman's half-removed underwear and prepared to change herself, actually forgetting about Yan Zheng who was still staring at her stupidly.
Yan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and a rare look of embarrassment and shame appeared on the dark ground. He quickly turned his face away and took several steps back.
Only then did Ping Lili realize her carelessness. She playfully stuck out her tongue at Yan Zheng's back and said softly, "Oh, sorry, I didn't pay attention." Of course, as to whether she felt guilty or not is another matter.
"Yan Zheng!"
Yan Zheng had learned his lesson and was afraid of being tricked by Lady Yao Ji again, so he turned his back to her and dared not move. He turned a deaf ear to her and pretended that he didn't hear anything.
But he still underestimated the thick skin and shamelessness of Ping Lili. Seeing that the other party turned a deaf ear, Ping Lili directly walked a few steps towards him with her skirt gathered up, raised her head and faced him directly, leaving him no way to escape: "Yan Zheng, help me tie my belt, I don't know how."
After the previous breakout and the secret observation just now, if Ping Lili still had some suspicion about Yan Zheng in her heart before, then she could basically put her mind at ease now. If this person really did this just to frame her, then she could only blame herself for her bad luck. There was an inexplicable intuition in her heart that made her willing to believe this person, perhaps it was his clear eyes that made her feel at ease.
Once the mental barrier was removed, according to Ping Lili's outgoing personality, and the other party's identity as the wizard Sha Mo and his respectful and humble attitude towards her, Ping Lili naturally regarded this man as a generous elder brother, which indulged her unscrupulous and presumptuous attitude towards him. She was extremely rogue, holding the loose short shirt and skirt tightly in one hand, and holding the thin red belt in the other hand, looking at Yan Zheng pitifully, and that look made Yan Zheng turn his eyes away guiltily, as if it would be against the will of heaven if he did not help her.
He uttered softly, "Lady Yao Ji, I'm sorry." Then, he stretched out his hand helplessly, and saw the red gauze belt fluttering like a colorful butterfly at his fingertips. He quickly fixed it for her.
The technique is light and free, as if it was done in one stroke, and the knot at the waist is both complicated and exquisite, which is breathtaking.
Ping Lili looked down at the gorgeous knot around her waist and couldn't help blurting out: "Wow, you're so awesome. You look like an expert at this. You must have done this many times before, right?" Only after she said this did she realize how outspoken she was.
Seeing Yan Zheng's embarrassed expression, he was unwilling to be regarded as a pervert. His throat tightened, but he couldn't help but explain: "Knotting is the instinct of us Shamo wizards. Our witchcraft seal-making techniques are thousands of times more complicated than this. Everyone in Shamo knows how to do it since they were young."
Now it was Ping Lili's turn to be shocked. She looked as if she had been slapped in the face. She blushed and was stunned for a moment. Then she muttered angrily, "I'm so sorry that I didn't inherit the fine tradition of the Shamo wizard at all."
Yan Zheng heard the resentment in the other party's mouth and quickly explained: "This, this is not what I meant..."
Ping Lili waved her hand nonchalantly, indicating that he didn't need to explain any more. She was just talking casually. Look how scared this serious guy was. Ping Lili decided not to talk nonsense and tease this guy casually in the future. It was not fun to take it too seriously.
She walked back carefully holding up the long skirt, looking awkwardly at the T-shirt and jeans she had just taken off and the short blade she had just taken out of her jeans pocket. She was reluctant to throw them away, but she couldn't hold them in her hands. What should she do?
After a moment's hesitation, his eyes lit up again. He took off the brocade bag he had just snatched from his neck, held it in his hand unwillingly and examined it carefully. Although he knew that this brocade bag could hold hundreds of rivers, he didn't quite understand how to use it specifically. The opening of the brocade bag was so small, he couldn't just stuff all the food in there, right?
The sea embraces all rivers; only the tolerant are great.
A wonderful thing happened. The mouth of the brocade bag slowly opened by itself. Ping Lili's eyes lit up with joy and he quickly grabbed the short blade. As soon as the short blade touched the open mouth of the brocade bag, it was as if it was sucked tightly by a strong suction force. It flew into the brocade bag with a whoosh, and the brocade bag remained the same size and did not even increase in weight at all!
Ping Lili was so excited that she quickly stuffed all her things into it. She weighed it and found it was still as heavy as before. She proudly closed the mouth of the brocade bag and carefully hung it back around her neck. Then she subconsciously pulled the half-open collar inwards and retracted her neck.
He walked over and tugged at Yan Zheng's already tattered sleeves, and said in a good mood, "Handsome boy, it's your turn. Go get some clothes to change into. It's time for the beggar to become a prince."
Yan Zheng was slightly stunned again, and then Ping Lili realized that he had spoken without restraint again. He really has no memory at all. The saying "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" probably refers to people like him.
Fortunately, Yan Zheng seemed to be somewhat accustomed to Gong Lili's nonsense. He did not respond. He squinted his eyes and looked around, then whispered to Gong Lili: "My lord, please wait here for a moment. I will be back soon."
The next moment, he had already disappeared into the darkness in the distance. After silently leaping out a few feet, he quietly grabbed the neck of a night patrol soldier at the corner of a corridor near a side hall. As quick as his previous move, without giving the other party any chance to shout, he quickly pressed the other party's mute point and knocked him unconscious with a knife, then quickly dragged him to a hidden place near the wall.
Soon, a heroic Ruoye soldier wearing a black helmet and black armor appeared in front of Ping Lili. Ping Lili subconsciously took a few steps back. After seeing that the man was Yan Zheng, he looked him up and down, pretending to be serious and praised: "It's true that clothes make the man, and the horse makes the saddle. It feels like I have been reborn."
Yan Zheng ignored her compliment and looked around subconsciously. When his gaze reached the depth of the bushes behind him, his eyes flashed with a little surprise. He realized that while he was changing clothes, Ying Lili had quietly dragged the still unconscious woman into the depth of the bushes, and had kindly covered her body with some branches and leaves. If it weren't for his excellent eyesight, it would have been difficult to notice.
"Let's go. Let's go out openly now." Ping Lili carefully adjusted her thin shirt and skirt, took a deep breath, and strode out with a heroic spirit of being able to roam freely in any dangerous place.
Yan Zheng still looked at the woman in the bushes behind him cautiously, as if he didn't notice anything unusual, so he followed behind Ping Lili without making a sound.
No one noticed that after the two gradually walked away, a strange single eye suddenly appeared on the forehead of the naked woman who had been lying in a coma deep in the bushes. The eye was bright red like blood, and the bean-sized eyeball seemed to be about to jump out of the socket, and the sight of the eyeball fell directly on the distant Ping Lili...
In the darkness, a dark figure stood next to a strange mirror. The scene shown in the mirror was exactly what the one-eyed person saw. A petite woman in palace dress and a man dressed as a Ruoye soldier gradually disappeared from sight one after another.
"Has Yao Ji of the Shamo tribe finally reincarnated? Hahahahaha , interesting, really interesting!" The dark black figure looked at the backs of the two people walking away in the mirror and suddenly burst into a crazy laugh that lasted for a long time...
He knew that the balance of the virtual underworld that seemed to have been maintained for five hundred years might be broken again! The gears of fate had quietly started... No one could stop it...
