Chapter 65: The Female Flower-Plucking Thief

Of course not!

If I can solve a problem myself, why bother others?

Luo Zijun immediately turned around, preparing to go to the inner room.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Turning his head to look at the expressionless girl behind the counter, and thinking of this girl's sinister and treacherous nature, he suddenly became suspicious.

"Senior Sister, I'm already at the end of my rope, and you still want me to handle it myself?"

"Are you wishing for me to die sooner?"

Luo Zijun quickly realized.

At this moment, his body had already been hollowed out; he definitely couldn't try it.

Even if he were to try, he would have to wait for it to recover first.

"Suit yourself."

Su Qingling continued to lower her head and fiddle with the abacus, ignoring him further.

At this moment, Luo Zijun was not only weak all over and trembling in his legs, but he was also exceptionally sleepy.

After all, he had been toyed with all night and hadn't slept for long.

"Senior Sister, I'm going to the inner room to sleep for a while. If Master returns later, remember to call me."

Luo Zijun weakly moved his limp feet and went to the inner room to lie down.

As soon as he lay down, he felt sleepiness wash over him, and his eyelids quickly closed.

So tired!

Then, a series of nightmares followed.

In pitch-black darkness.

A beautiful spider spirit with eight jade feet suddenly crawled onto his body, giggling while drooling, riding him like a horse and whipping him, those eight jade feet arrogantly swaying back and forth on his body...

"Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!"

Truly outrageous!

In the end, the spider spirit suddenly opened its blood-red maw and swallowed his head in one gulp, saying while swallowing, "Such a delicacy must be chewed slowly and savored..."

With that, it bit down with an "Aowu!"

"Ah—"

Luo Zijun woke up from the dream with a start!

He was drenched in sweat, his hands covering his crotch, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.

At this moment, the pitying voice of his master, Su Dafang, came from the side: "Disciple, what kind of tragedy in the Human Realm did you experience last night to end up in such a miserable state?"

Seeing him, Luo Zijun felt as if he had suddenly seen a savior!

"Master, save me!"

"I cannot save you..."

Su Dafang shook his head and sighed: "In your condition, this master is powerless."

Luo Zijun's heart sank into an bottomless abyss.

Could even his master not save him?

He immediately sat up, lifted his clothes, looked at his abdomen, and said unwillingly: "Master, look, there is no such spider mark here! This means I can still be saved, right?"

Su Dafang shook his head.

The expression on Luo Zijun's face instantly turned deathly dull.

Was he really going to die young like this?

Although he didn't have many days left to live in that world, he was unwilling.

He had finally gotten a chance to start over.

He didn't want to lose it.

Even ants cling to life, let alone humans.

"Disciple, this master has always had superb medical skills and the ability to bring the dead back to life, but for someone who isn't sick, I am truly powerless."

Su Dafang added.

Luo Zijun was already in a trance, and upon hearing this, he said mechanically: "It's okay, Master. This disciple is not afraid of death; I have already died once before anyway. It's just that I am somewhat unwilling. Disciple... hmm? Master, what did you just say?"

He suddenly realized!

Su Dafang said: "Who said you were going to die? And who said you were sick? You aren't sick at all, so how can this master save you?"

"???"

Luo Zijun jumped off the bed: "This disciple isn't sick?"

Su Dafang nodded: "Indeed, you aren't sick, just deficient in kidney essence and physically weak; you need to rest at home for a few days to recover. Also, with these bite and scratch marks all over your body, you must not touch water recently."

He then asked: "Disciple, this master is very curious, what happened last night? It's one thing that your tongue was bitten, but why are you injured all over your body, including your buttocks? What on earth was that thing?"

"A monster!"

Luo Zijun was pleasantly surprised, yet still had lingering fears: "Master, that must have been a monster! This disciple estimates it might have been a monster with many jade feet—pfft... many claws!"

Although he could feel at the time that the other party hadn't revealed any other claws.

"By the way, Master, this disciple is really okay? I won't die?"

His face was full of excitement, as if he had walked through the gates of hell and been released.

Su Dafang raised an eyebrow: "Would this master lie to you?"

Luo Zijun was both shocked and happy, then suddenly became angry: "Senior Sister lied to me!"

Su Dafang said indifferently: "That girl lying to you isn't the first or second time, what's so strange about that? It's not just you she lies to; she even lies to this master."

Luo Zijun looked down at his body and asked curiously, "Master, why am I fine?"

Su Dafang pondered for a moment and said, "There is only one possibility; the one who took you might not be a monster." "Then what is it?"

Luo Zijun was full of confusion.

Su Dafang said, "A flower-plucking thief."

Luo Zijun was stunned: "A... flower-plucking thief? A female flower-plucking thief? But, why would a flower-plucking thief pluck me? And... so famished, as if she had been starving for many years..."

At this moment, Su Qingling's cold voice suddenly came from the counter: "Because you're the most slutty."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Disciple, I have already prepared the medicine for you; it is placed on the table outside. Go home and rest well, nourish your body well, and after resting for three to five days, you should be about fine."

"I still have to go check on patients, I'm leaving first."

Su Dafang put the Medicine Chest on his back and went out the door.

Luo Zijun stayed in the room for a while longer before walking out.

!

"Senior Sister, what are you doing holding a Rolling Pin?"

Su Qingling had returned behind the counter at some point, clutching that thick Rolling Pin in her hand, looking at him with a vigilant expression.

"Although you just lied to me, my mood is very complicated right now, so I can't be bothered to argue with you."

"Go."

Luo Zijun picked up the medicine his master had prepared for him from the table, ready to leave.

He truly needed to go back and nourish himself well.

Buy a hen, buy a duck, buy a pork knuckle, and then buy some fresh goat milk...

Eat, eat, eat!

Sleep, sleep, sleep!

As long as I can recover, I am content to be alive.

As for that female flower-plucking thief, if I was plucked, then so be it; just treat it as being bitten a few times by a dog or a cat.

It wasn't fatal, anyway.

Although it was somewhat humiliating, I can only let it go.

Could it be that I should act like my life is over and weep and wail? Then go find the other party to take revenge and wash away the shame?

That's not necessary.

Besides, he currently has no strength.

Think about it carefully.

Aside from the fear in his heart last night, the physical sensation was actually...

Hmm, indescribably wonderful.

Pfft!

"What am I thinking about?"

He shook his head, cast away the outrageous thoughts in his mind, and prepared to go home.

"That person named Su Bie came looking for you."

At this moment, Su Qingling suddenly spoke up.

Luo Zijun stopped in his tracks: "Oh? What did you say?"

Su Qingling gripped the Rolling Pin and said expressionlessly: "I said you were bitten by a dog last night and need to rest at home for five days, so I asked him to help you ask for leave at the Academy."

"You're the one who was bitten by a dog!"

Luo Zijun rolled his eyes at her and waved his hand: "Senior Sister, watch the shop well. When I recover from my illness, I will come back to fight you for three hundred rounds to avenge the fact that you scared me!"

After speaking, he went out the door.

Su Qingling looked outside the door, waited for a while longer, then gripped the Rolling Pin in her hand, carefully walked to the doorway, and stretched her head out to look.

"Bang!"

Who would have thought that just as her head stretched out, a fist suddenly flew from behind the door frame to the side, hitting her eye squarely!

"Senior Sister, no need to see me off!"

Luo Zijun ran away after hitting her.

Master really didn't lie to him; he really wasn't sick!

After a sleep, he actually felt much better.

His strength seemed to have recovered a bit too!

It was just that both of his kidneys would occasionally twitch with pain.

This is the difference in physique between a martial artist and an ordinary person.

Practicing martial arts really has its benefits!

Go home and rest!

Eat meat, practice martial arts, play with jade—pfft! Write books!

"Senior Sister, watch the shop well!"

Luo Zijun waved his hand and ran far away.

Su Qingling clutched her eye, standing at the doorway, her eyebrows twitching.

Not until his tall, slender back disappeared at the street corner in the distance did she turn around, return to the shop, and quietly pound medicine by herself.

It was already afternoon.

A carriage set off from the foot of Hanshan Temple, traveling smoothly without obstruction.

Entering the Outer City, then entering the Inner City.

Inside a luxuriously decorated carriage paved with velvet carpets.

A woman dressed in magnificent clothing and wearing a veil gently stroked her own flat lower abdomen with both hands; those watery, hazy peach-blossom eyes were filled with charm and hope.

"With so many... there should be at least one that takes root and sprouts..."

She murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)