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Zhou Yunjin once again blocked their path, his face filled with regret, as if he was about to perform another act. He had just called out to Xiao Hei.
Sang Qingxiao's temper flared. Who did he think Xiao Hei belonged to? Who did Xiao Hei call? It was quite inappropriate for a girl to be called Xiao Hei, wasn't it? My Spirit Familiar is named Li Cu. Once she’s set on her path, she’s like an arrow released from the bow—never looking back! Get lost!
Sang Qingxiao decisively circled around Zhou Yunjin, ignoring the gloomy gaze he shot at her back.
Her hold was unsteady, and Black General was swaying dizzily, yet still managed to ask, "Li Cu? When did you give me that name?"
Not listening? Is it not better than that casual Xiao Hei? Although your skin is a bit dark, a girl still needs her dignity. In the future, I’ll work on that face of yours; I can surely make it fairer!
Changing your name is fine—an arrow released from the bow, never looking back—but as for making you fairer, that’s unnecessary.
You are my Spirit Familiar; you must listen to me.
Isn’t that a bit too domineering? Just because I verbally acknowledge it doesn’t mean we’ve established a contract yet.
Oh, I see you were busy when I casually gave you one.
Li Cu rolled her eyes at this. Ha! Did you get my permission first? I’d like to bite you to death.
Her lighthearted remark carried no hint of threat; their banter felt like that of old friends exchanging jabs.
With Misha's help, Li Cu was safely settled in the carriage.
Once she lay down, she noticed an Old Vine Demon in the carriage along with two children.
"Can we let the kids go outside?"
Upon hearing this, the children’s cheerful expressions fell.
Li Cu said helplessly, "I’m struggling a bit here; I’m afraid I might scare them."
Sang Qingxiao understood her meaning and coaxed the two children to sit beside Misha. Just as the kids stepped outside, a large amount of blood gushed from Li Cu's mouth.
The Old Vine Demon grew furious. "Don’t you know how seriously injured she is? How could you waste so much time reasoning with those fools? Every second wasted could cost her life!"
Old Vine! Who are you yelling at? Aren’t you supposed to be monitoring her condition closely while staying hidden nearby? If her body couldn’t hold up anymore, couldn’t you have given me a signal earlier to retreat?
Besides, what good is it to just save her life? I thought this situation was appropriate; I wanted to clarify everything and give Li Cu the utmost fairness. Reasoning should happen when she’s at her weakest and most miserable—that’s when it can evoke empathy from others.
If we wait until she’s healed and then try to explain how wronged she was, how many people among the common folk would believe everything she went through?
Hmph! You always think you're right!
"Hmph! Can you even treat it?"
"Of course I can!"
"Then why are you still arguing with me? Hurry up!" Sang Qingxiao, unable to suppress the urge to kick him, asked, "How are you going to treat it? Give me a plan, and I'll assist you."
"You handle the external injuries while I take care of the internal injuries and detoxification. That demon core inside is severely damaged; it's not going to be easy to repair. We'll need to tap into your private stash."
"Use whatever you want. Do we have enough of those demon cores to treat it?"
"Plenty."
I heard from Old Vine that some medicine is still in the Small Tavern. Misha drove the carriage into the air, cutting the travel time in half compared to when they came.
Once they entered Jingjing City, due to the city's security regulations, Misha had to slow down.
When Qi Xiaomian returned from his investigation, he encountered them. Seeing Misha's calm face tinged with anxiety, he noticed two children sitting dangerously close at the front of the carriage with Misha.
It was clear something had happened. As he approached, he caught a strong whiff of blood.
"Did something happen?" he asked Misha.
Misha nodded in response.
"Is your master injured?"
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