Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1230: Is the Soul-suppressing Beast Really an Accomplice? Or Is There Another Reason?
Nie Jiuque’s fist suddenly clenched, and the candy in his hand instantly turned to powder.
His reaction said it all.
But Wen Xiao’ai didn’t quite understand. The Soul-suppressing Beast is an Ancient Spiritual Object; wouldn’t it be even more detached from worldly matters than those high-and-mighty immortals of the Immortal Realm who drink dew?
Why would it assist those Immortals in meddling with such affairs?
Although Wen Xiao’ai wanted to know the inside story, seeing Nie Jiuque’s unstable emotions at the moment, she didn’t want to provoke his sadness either, so she could only temporarily suppress her curiosity.
Actually, Wen Xiao’ai only wanted to know three things: why she looked so similar to the Immortal Shang Ying, why she always dreamed of Nie Jiuque and Shang Ying, and what the face behind this person’s mask looked like, why it always gave her a strange sense of familiarity.
Coming back to his senses, Nie Jiuque realized he had lost control of his emotions. Subconsciously, he first looked at the candy powder in his hand, then hurriedly looked at Wen Xiao’ai, afraid of scaring her.
She had said before, that she liked seeing his smile the most, not the way he looked when he was angry.
"Ying... Xiao’ai..."
Nie Jiuque’s address made Wen Xiao’ai furrow her brow slightly.
"You should just call me Wen Xiao’ai."
If her clansmen heard this, who knows what they would think?
Even though everyone adored her, the person in front of her is a big villain, the enemy of their entire Cat Demon Clan.
"..." Nie Jiuque was silent.
"Did you have something to tell me?" she asked.
Nie Jiuque lowered his eyes to look at the candy powder in his hand, then looked at her, appearing cautious and at a loss as if he’d done something wrong:
"...The candy broke."
Wen Xiao’ai was slightly taken aback and looked over at it.
"If it’s broken, it’s broken. We’ll just buy more."
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t know that her casual remark, spoken thoughtlessly, brought a joyful smile to Nie Jiuque’s face as he happily said:
"Then I’ll buy some more for you next time."
Wen Xiao’ai opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but feeling drained, she didn’t bother.
Seeing her tired face, Nie Jiuque smiled and said, "Are you still sleepy? Why not sleep for a while longer, I’ll watch over you."
"The spiritual energy here is strong, and the breeze is comfortable, making one especially sleepy." Wen Xiao’ai yawned.
"Do you like it here?"
"It’s beautiful here." She didn’t say she liked it because she knew what Nie Jiuque was thinking.
But she wasn’t his Yingying.
"Yes, to me, it’s the most beautiful place among the Six Realms." Nie Jiuque looked at the vast stretch of Ziqiong Trees, a gentle light in his eyes.
All that flashed before his eyes were Yingying’s every smile and frown.
This was the place where he and she pledged their lives to each other.
Every Ziqiong Tree here witnessed the past of him and Yingying.
This place, apart from the Demon Realm, was the only place that gave him a sense of safety and belonging.
It belonged only to him and Yingying, known to nobody else.
Thinking of this, Nie Jiuque turned to look at Wen Xiao’ai beside him, only to see her lying there with her eyes closed, asleep.
He lightly smiled, leaning closer, watching her...
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"You’re saying, two Demon Clan men wearing the same mask and black robe appeared? And they both saved that human in succession?"
"Yes." General Wu, who had just recovered from his injuries, still looked rather pale.
The Clan Leader’s hand on the staff gradually clenched tighter, the concealed sharpness in his eyes burning with anger.
"I understand. Thank you for making this trip, General Wu. You may go rest now."
