Demon King's Repayment - chapter 44

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Returning from the market, Yuan Xiang took Ru Shi’s arm and walked home affectionately.

She happened to meet the eldest son of the Chen family. He made a big name as a hunter in the county office. He came back from the office, wearing a brand-new round neck shirt, with a blue and white sword tied at his waist, straddling his tall and long legs and sharp sword eyebrows. He was no longer a monkey on the tree, the urchin picking fruit.

Chen Xiong’s face became red when he saw Ru Shi and Yuan Xiang.

Yuan Xiang stood behind Ru Shi and bowed her hands in a flat salute, without any extra enthusiasm.

Yuan Xiang knew that the boy who had been playing with her since childhood had a little youthful affection for her, but it was a pity that she had no feelings for him. So she didn’t want to have any misunderstandings.

Aunt Chen just opened the door and came out, glanced at her useless son, took hold of Ru Shi and stood at the intersection to talk, “Have you heard about the Han family?”

“Isn’t that Doctor Han’s family who worked in Tongji hall pharmacy at East Street?”

“Yes, that family!” Aunt Chen slapped her thigh, “Doctor Han was such a good person. I don’t know what went wrong. At the beginning of the year, the couple died one after another, leaving only one eight or nine-year-old son. But there were two black-hearted relatives in his family. They adopted him but secretly bullied him. They wanted to kill the young son so as to take his shops and fields.”

Chen Xiong said on the side, “Mother, this matter has not yet got a verdict, it’s hard to say.”

“What do you know?” Aunt Chen pushed her son away and squeezed beside Ru Shi, “Tell me, have you seen the young master Han? When he was a child, he was so fair and tender. He lived in his two relatives’ houses for half a year and became so thin. His arms were thinner than a sticker and his body was often purple. Who would believe that his uncle and aunt did not abuse him?”

“In that case, the child is really pitiful.” Ru Shi sighed, “Dr. Han, when he was alive, did good deeds. This shouldn’t happen to his child.”

Gossip was human nature and it had been the same throughout the ages. Aunt Chen saw Ru Shi cooperating with her and got even more energetic, “Isn’t that right? A few days ago on a snowy day, they let little Han enter the mountain to chop wood. The child has not returned since that day. They pretended to go to the yamen (court) to beat the drums and report to the officer, saying that the child was lost. My kid had a hard time looking for him these few days. I think we don’t need to find him at all. He must have been killed by the two black-hearted relatives.”

“Mother!” Behind her came the helpless voice of Chen Xiong full of complaints.

Yuan Xiang followed Ru Shi toward the house, but knew in her heart that the human cub Ah Teng picked up in the mountains could be the young master of the Han family. The child may be a little happier to stay in the world of spirits than to live in the human world.

“Xiang’er come and have a look, who sent this?” Ru Shi gave Yuan Xiang a hand.

Outside the gate of their yard, there was a whole fresh sheep. The sheep was very fat, peeled and washed. It was neatly placed on a few large leaves and there were still little mushrooms on the side.

Yuan Xiang searched the surrounding area, but found no trace.

“Forget it, it’s so cold today. This must be delicious,” Ru Shi and Yuan Xiang moved the sheep to the house. 

She looked at Yuan Xiang and smiled, “When your Shifu was at home, people often gave him gifts like this. Things that we didn’t see in seven or eight years now are happening again.”

Ru Shi was an ordinary person. She couldn’t see the demons with hidden figures and didn’t understand any spells, but Yuan Xiang felt that she knew better than anyone else. Maybe Shiniang knew everything but just because it wasn’t her own world, so she didn’t want to say more.

It was getting late, clouds filled the sky and among the pine forests with waves, a lonely figure stood on top of a tall cloud pine.

The man’s long silver hair moved with the cold wind from the heights. He held the trunk with one hand, his body moved up and down slightly with the branches under his feet but his glazed eyes fixedly stared at the small courtyard in front of which was lit with warm lights.

“Come on, the fragrant mutton soup is ready,” a girl’s clear and pleasant voice came from the yard.

The man standing on the top of the tree straightened up. His eyes brightened. His eyesight was excellent and he could see everything in the courtyard from his angle.

The girl rolled up her sleeves and came out with a bucket of hot mutton soup in her hands. She went to the black dog’s house first and added a pot of broth to the big black dog who was shaking his head and tail.

She then went to the newly built cabin under the tree again and handed a steaming beautiful enamel basin to the door.

A pair of small hands stretched out the door to answer.

“Be careful, this is hot,” the girl said intimately.

She had always been such a caring human being, but now her care was no longer used on him.

“You have been here for so long, what’s your name?” The girl crouched in front of the house and asked.

Only the sound of cooing came from the small room.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll give you a name.”

She coaxed him to say the name in the same way and the corner of Nan He’s mouth on the top of the tree showed a small smile.

“Your feathers are very beautiful, how about calling you Liyu (m. beautiful feathers)?” Yuan Xiang took out a pen, dipped it with a cinnabar on the porch of the wooden house and wrote the word “Jinyu” upright. .

A long-necked chicken drilled out of the door hole. He turned his head to look at the two characters and lightly pecked there with his mouth, sending out a series of happy cooing, expressing satisfaction.

What beautiful feathers?! She probably had never seen a beautiful feather. There was a great demon of the bird race on the mountain, with claws and could emit flames from his mouth. The golden and red feathers were beautiful. Once he kills the great demon, he would send the feathers and let her see what a beautiful feather was.

“Ah Xiang, mine!” A young man dressed in light fur hung upside down on the tree. He had a gorgeous appearance, was charming, agile and his braid with red rope hung down straight to Yuan Xiang’s ear.

“Come down, go back to the den and wait, I’ll keep all the delicious food there for you.”

The young man turned over and came down from the tree, forming a palm-sized lynx in midair and dexterously hung on Yuan Xiang’s shoulder, “I want the tenderest, best meat.”

There was a unique rune looming on his forehead, which was the sign of the apostle.

Nan He saw the lynx’s “den”, the walls were wrapped in animal skins, the pillars wrapped in hemp rope, in and out of the caves, swinging lovely suspension bridges…

Oh so much! 

Other than an okay looking face, this cat had no benefits to be used as an apostle. Nan He clenched his hand in his sleeve.

Even if he didn’t deliberately go to see it, the cheerful laughter from the yard still came to him.

Perhaps the place where he stood was too high. When the night wind blew, Nan He felt a little cold.

The little cat was feasting on the hot mutton soup, while the human squatted there, reaching out and touching the cat’s ear.

A pair of shaggy ears emerged from Nan He’s hair, shaking in the night breeze. A clear touch appeared in his ears again. That person always rubbed his most sensitive place with her warm fingers like that. She even put her fingers in his ear holes, like that. She rubbed the fluff inside.

Nan He’s ears drooped low.

Yuan Xiang touched Wu Yuan’s head lightly. The sky was dark. There was a sudden movement in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the hillside not far away. There was a tall cedar tree that stood alone in the forest. The moment she raised her head, the tree shook violently and a faintly silver figure dangled from above.

When she rubbed her eyes, there was nothing on the pine tree. The mountain was silent. Other than a few flying birds that suddenly flew up, nothing could be seen.