Chapter 10: Slacking Off, Day Ten
That was probably the longest sentence Little Black had spoken since Wen Ying entered the dungeon.
It was clear he cared about his fear of these small animals.
“I understand.” Wen Ying didn’t say much, simply nodding in agreement.
Wen Ying certainly wasn’t as sensitive as Little Black; she didn’t mind being touched by her qi. But without convenient spells, she would absolutely not want to touch them, not even through the soles of her shoes.
Unless, she had something to swat them with…
Thinking this, Wen Ying took out her cushion from her sleeve and placed it back on the straw.
Just as Wen Ying was about to take out her table, plates, and food, she paused, looking at her neatly placed cushion.
She looked at Little Black’s empty cell, then at her cushion.
That’s right, something to swat them with—her cushion.
Wen Ying seemed to understand why Little Black had been fixated on her cushion.
Perhaps the previous conversation had drawn Wen Ying and Little Black closer; Wen Ying couldn’t help but ask, “You wanted my cushion to swat… them?”
Little Black didn’t respond immediately; silence fell again.
Just as Wen Ying was about to give up, Little Black finally spoke.
“…Mmm.” A low hum came from his throat.
Really?
Wen Ying was speechless for a moment, then said softly, “Have you considered that a soft cushion might not kill them? It might not be suitable for swatting bugs.”
Little Black was silent for a while before slowly whispering, “Oh, that makes sense…”
Wen Ying: “…”
Speechless, yet seeing Little Black’s slow reaction speed, Wen Ying still had doubts.
Was his reaction time really that slow… Why was his response so quick when he denied it earlier?
He definitely had secrets.
“Thank you for the Annihilation Spirit Array.” Little Black still kept his head down but took the initiative to speak.
“You’re welcome.” Wen Ying waved her hand. “It was my fault. Besides, it was incidental.”
Even without Little Black, Wen Ying couldn’t tolerate being surrounded by those rustling sounds, let alone eating.
After saying this, Little Black fell silent.
Since Little Black didn’t speak, Wen Ying didn’t say anything more. The interruption was over; it was time to resume her enjoyment of life.
Wen Ying took out the small table, food, and novel from her sleeve, restarting her blissful life, interrupted by the incident.
Without the animals disturbing her, Wen Ying not only successfully finished reading the couple’s reunion but also the white moonlight’s appearance.
That’s right, the novel Wen Ying was holding, 《Crossing Over: I Am My Master’s Heartthrob》, told the story of a girl from a thousand years later who traveled back in time and was chosen by her master as his final disciple. Then, her master’s white moonlight, Miss Bai’s Moonlight, returned.
Next came the extremely clichéd framing.
【She never expected her once gentle master to speak to her like this.
‘I didn’t push her. If Master doesn’t believe me, then expel me.’ She looked coldly at her master, leaving those words behind before turning to leave.
Her master held his white moonlight in his arms, watching her leave, feeling inexplicably pained.】
These cliché novels were all very similar. This scumbag male lead looked exactly like Lin Yu.
In Wen Ying’s opinion, scumbags didn’t deserve to be male leads.
And this female lead, her words were pointless. If it were Wen Ying, she would have kicked the white moonlight several times and decisively left that broken sect.
It was clear this novel, not just the name, was very old-fashioned.
But the fun of these novels was in the critiquing while continuing to read. You disagree, but you’re still hooked.
Wen Ying finished the flower rolls and picked up the small buns—
At that moment, Wen Ying clearly heard a swallowing sound from the next cell.
Lost in the novel, Wen Ying hadn’t noticed, but now she did.
Turning her head, she saw Little Black still leaning against the wall, silent and motionless, though no longer huddled in the corner.
Did she hear wrong?
However, as soon as Wen Ying turned back, she again heard the swallowing sound.
Turning to look again, Little Black was still the same, his hood covering his face, quietly leaning against the wall.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Ying took another plate from her sleeve and placed two small buns on it.
She stood up, carrying the small plate to the next cell, and knocked on the iron bars. “These are small buns I made. Want to try some?”
Small buns weren’t rare items; Wen Ying didn’t mind sharing.
Being neighbors was fate.
“No… gulp, no need.” It was clear that Little Black was trying his best to refuse, but his body honestly swallowed.
Wen Ying: “…”
Such an honest body; Little Black’s refusal was unconvincing.
Seeing Little Black’s reaction, Wen Ying stroked her chin.
Was the food made by someone with maxed-out cooking skills really that tempting?
After thinking, Wen Ying casually bent the cell bars, creating a large hole.
Wen Ying handed the small plate to Little Black, placing it on the ground. “If you’re interested, try them. If not, you can give them back.”
Based on Wen Ying’s previous deductions, the boy, though a demonic cultivator, was a top-tier cultivator and had long since achieved spiritual immortality; he wouldn’t be hungry.
This reminded Wen Ying of the melon seeds.
Those melon seeds had such a strong appeal to the Sword-wielding elder; the small buns tempting Little Black seemed unsurprising.
The kindness had been offered; whether he ate them was Little Black’s choice; Wen Ying wouldn’t do anything more.
…
Several hours passed.
Wen Ying had finished her milk and food, even finishing the second book of 《Crossing Over: I Am My Master’s Heartthrob》.
After reading for so long, Wen Ying felt her eyes were blurry. She stood up and stretched.
In her peripheral vision, she saw that the plate and buns were gone, and the hole in the bars had been repaired.
Little Black was still the same Little Black, completely enveloped in a black robe, his face unseen, but now he was leaning slightly against the back wall, seemingly asleep.
She didn’t know if Little Black had eaten or stored the buns.
From observing him…
Wen Ying had discovered three things about Little Black.
First, he was afraid of insects. Second, he liked small buns. Third, he had many secrets.
Things should be done gradually. Trying to uncover Little Black’s secrets after a single encounter would be suicidal.
Wen Ying walked to her cell door.
Having finally reached a new map with such a strange, ancient barrier specifically designed to restrain demonic cultivators, not exploring it would be a waste of the fun her slacking had brought.
Wen Ying circulated her qi and placed her hand on the door; moments later, the door opened.
Stepping out, she immediately felt a chill.
Wen Ying and Little Black’s cells were near the dungeon entrance. Looking deeper into the dungeon, it was dark and deep, like a cave where people could enter but not return—extremely eerie, bottomless. Even the candles on either side ended not far ahead.
This scene made Wen Ying… even more excited!
Such a deep place was clearly made for exploration.
Wen Ying quickly stepped forward, heading towards the depths of the dungeon—
“Bang!”
The next moment, a loud thud echoed through the dungeon as Wen Ying’s head hit a stone wall. The sound was loud and reverberated repeatedly, announcing Wen Ying’s current embarrassment, echoing endlessly.
As the saying goes, one doesn’t turn back until they hit a wall.
Now that Wen Ying had hit the wall, she could only turn back.
She just didn’t understand who was so wicked as to paint such a lifelike painting on the wall, deep in the dungeon!
Under the dim light, it was hard to tell if it was real or not.
But why? To make the dungeon seem larger? This dilapidated dungeon didn’t deserve a painting to appear grander.
It couldn’t be to lure people to bump into it, right?!
Author’s Note:
I personally really like old-fashioned novels; I’m like Wen Ying, critiquing them while wanting to continue reading, haha, those president xxxxx types of old-fashioned novels, hahaha
I suddenly have an idea; I want to write the emotional realistic fiction in my column next, my unplaced brain hole…
I also spent three hours yesterday trying out a drawing tablet for the first time and drew a cover, haha, it’s the current one (hands on hips), how is it? Isn’t it silly? I can’t control the direction of my penstrokes, it’s always crooked and shaky, but that’s it (wipes tears)
thank you for the translation <3
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