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Chapter 242 Arrogance and Gentleness
Today, she simply put one hand on her hip and let out a soft hum.
The rose-purple figure swayed gracefully as she walked past.
With a flick of her slender wrist, she snatched the silk hairband from Jin Qiaoqiao's hand.
Jin Qiaoqiao's golden phoenix eyes immediately ignited with defensive hostility.
His demonic power was about to instinctively retaliate.
Yu Jianhuan, however, preemptively pressed down on her shoulder.
A pair of nail polished fingers ran through her long hair, which shimmered with iridescent colors.
Her movements as she gathered her hair were noticeably clumsy and unfamiliar.
But the force was surprisingly gentle, as if afraid of hurting the other person's scalp.
Those lips, painted with bright red lipstick, habitually muttered words of disdain.
"Don't always look like this disheveled and miserable when you're out and about."
"If people see this, they'll think we can't even take care of a wounded soldier."
"This has unjustly diminished our status."
Jin Qiaoqiao's body, poised for battle, remained rooted to the spot.
The golden pupils reflected an unprecedented absurdity and bewilderment.
She didn't struggle against it anymore, but simply lowered her head slightly as the other person combed her hair.
A few unnatural pauses rolled through his dry throat, and then he uttered two words stiffly but very seriously.
Thank you.
Not far from the fire, Su Qingying, who was wiping her sword sheath with a clean, soft cloth, witnessed this incredible scene.
A subtle ripple stirred deep within her usually cold and aloof eyes.
The wrist holding the scabbard smoothly twirled in mid-air.
A faint yet incredibly sharp wisp of sword energy shot out along the ground.
The sword energy silently sliced several dead trees blocking the edge of the camp into uniform pieces of firewood.
He was then swept away by the sword wind and sent precisely beneath Mo Chengyue's bonfire.
The spiritual spring water in the bronze pot bubbled and churned, and the plump spiritual rice was cooked until it was soft, tender, and translucent.
The rich aroma of grains completely masked the stench of blood in this wilderness.
In the past, this process of distributing resources would have been an undercurrent of competition for the right to speak.
Today's story took an unexpected turn.
Su Qingying took the lead and walked to the fire, taking out four antique and spotless wooden bowls from her storage ring and handing them to the person opposite her.
Yu Jianhuan naturally took the bowl and used the long-handled wooden spoon to scoop it up bowl after bowl until it overflowed.
Jin Qiaoqiao used her good right hand to steadily pick up the first bowl of hot porridge that had been served.
She stepped past two prodigies who had fought each other in the sect for many years, and walked over to the man through the fallen leaves on the ground.
Mo Chengyue reached out and took the wooden bowl that was still hot against his palm.
He raised his eyes, which were always habitually drawn to calculation and crisis, and silently swept them over the three stunningly beautiful women gathered around the campfire.
Any one of these three female Rakshasa could cause bloodshed and chaos in the cultivation world if released.
At this moment, they seemed to have the same unspoken understanding as the most ordinary family in the mortal world.
The high wall in his heart, built up over the years by the laws of the dark forest.
Amidst the steaming aroma of the congee, an uncontrollable, slight tremor occurred.
It has always been that kind of rational thinking that calculates every step to the extreme.
Surprisingly, I felt a rare sense of peace and tranquility, as if my feet were firmly on the ground.
He lowered his head and blew away the steam from the bowl.
The corners of his mouth were pulled upwards in a gentle curve that he himself did not even realize.
"Have a meal."
This morning porridge, tinged with complex emotions, was consumed very quietly.
In the time it takes to eat a meal, the four of them immediately demonstrated a tactical skill that required no verbal communication.
They began rapidly cleaning up any remaining traces at the camp.
Mo Chengyue formed intricate hand seals.
He transformed all the maze arrays and warning flags that he had buried underground the previous night into streams of light and put them into his sleeve.
Su Qingying carried the Azure Spirit Sword to the outermost edge of the camp.
She drew her sword half an inch from its sheath, and a mysterious pulling force was generated out of thin air.
The sword drew back into its sheath without missing a single trace of the sharp sword energy that had scattered in the air the previous night, along with the remaining spiritual energy fluctuations.
Yu Jianhuan swayed her hips as she walked to the large tent, her hand forming a magic seal as she prepared to gather it away.
Jin Qiaoqiao had already stepped forward ahead of her and grabbed a corner of the array patterned cloth with her uninjured right hand.
Without any hesitation, he took on these menial tasks.
The tent's iron frame was quite heavy, and when Jin Qiaoqiao exerted force with one hand, she inevitably swayed her body.
Yu Jianhuan watched coldly, her fingertips already circulating a rosy spiritual energy that supported the center of gravity of the about-topply support.
It perfectly relieved the proud peacock of most of the burden.
The backs of their hands brushed against each other unintentionally as they met in mid-air.
They withdrew their hands as if burned, but no hostility lingered in the air.
Su Qingying, holding the longsword that had been sheathed again, walked back to Mo Chengyue's side and took in this incredible scene of cooperation.
On that stunningly beautiful face, which was perpetually covered in what seemed like an eternal layer of ice, a rare, faint, gentle smile melted forth.
These three women, regardless of their background or past, seemed to be irreconcilable.
Finally, in this perilous abyss, they truly accepted each other's place in the team from the depths of their souls.
The last trace of worldly life in the camp was completely erased, and the vibrant atmosphere of the camp vanished without a trace with the gentle breeze of the incantation.
This highly diverse force has rearranged its tactical formations to suit its advance on this ancient battlefield.
As always, Mo Chengyue adhered to his sixth brother's philosophy of self-preservation, donning three layers of concealment talismans and walking at the very front of the group.
They are specifically responsible for investigating hidden mechanisms and avoiding lurking high-level demonic beasts.
Su Qingying voluntarily stayed at the very back of the group to cover the rear, her clear, cold eyes constantly watching for any movement behind them.
They were on guard against those rogue cultivators who might suddenly appear from the shadows.
Jin Qiaoqiao, who was injured, and Yu Jianhuan, who was not good at fighting, were tacitly arranged to be in the safest area in the middle of the group.
The terrain in the valley became increasingly rugged and treacherous, with dark red moss covered in barbs growing under the loose rocks.
The rocks beneath Jin Qiaoqiao's feet crumbled, and she lost her balance, about to slide into the deep ditch.
Yu Jianhuan didn't even blink. He reached out and firmly supported her elbow, pulling her back to the ground.
The purple poisonous vines blocking the way had just begun to wriggle into an attack posture, before they could even spew out their corrosive poisonous mist.
Su Qingying, who was at the back, had already flipped her wrist, and the invisible sword energy arrived first despite being behind.
Like a giant net, it strangled the vines, turning them into a shower of green powder.
The four of them didn't utter a single word of comforting words to each other from beginning to end.
In this battlefield where every inch of land was soaked in the blood of powerful beings, a scene of carnage.
A strong bond that allows one to entrust their back to another without reservation.
It has already been completely forged in the sound of their footsteps crushing the withered bones.