Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 91p2

Chapter 91: The Path of the Dao is Nameless p2

Ning Ruoque was stunned after listening, and subconsciously grabbed Yin Buran’s hand.

In an instant, she was enlightened, and she suddenly remembered what her master had said—

“Yin Buran, at a glance, is a young lady who doesn’t touch the spring water with her ten fingers. What is she after by kneading the dough for you?”

She remembered that on the ancient battlefield, every time she turned her head, she would always meet Yin Buran’s gaze.

Just like just now, focused, stubborn, and chasing after her.

She thought of the sachet that Yin Buran had given her, or the letters she had sent her earlier.

A heart was thus filled with a few memories, and even the piercing scream of the green jiao by her ear could be ignored.

Ning Ruoque was a very slow person, but it did not mean that she could not feel the kindness or malice of others towards her.

Yin Buran, was she a little different towards her?

Just with this assumption, Ning Ruoque felt as if she were floating, as if she could fly directly to the sky.

The green jiao’s movements were getting closer and closer. Ning Ruoque fiercely pulled Yin Buran into the cave and went out herself.

She undid the spell that concealed her aura, and the fishy smell of the green jiao came to her face in a flash.

When the Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword was unsheathed, Ning Ruoque had already adjusted her state.

With a slight tap of the tip of her sword, the wind of a thousand mountains and valleys rolled through the valley, and with a destructive force, it attacked the green jiao.

And Ning Ruoque stepped on the messy rocks, and with a cold glint from the edge of her sword, she went for the green jiao’s weak points.

The green jiao firmly protected its three inches and did not give way. It could even find time to attack, its tail chasing after Ning Ruoque.

For a moment, sand and stones flew, and the originally green valley was turned upside down.

Ning Ruoque had been entangled with it for several rounds, but the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for her.

She calmed down and carefully looked for a flaw, and she was already prepared to pay the price.

As long as she was completely exposed in the green jiao’s attack range, she would have a way to make the green jiao expose its seven inches…

Just then, a white shadow flashed by. Yin Buran came behind the green jiao, her figure as light as snow.

The folding fan in her hand opened, and the blood plum blossoms on the fan were lifelike.

She clearly did not touch the green jiao, but the latter cried out in pain and swung its tail, turning to attack her.

Ning Ruoque quickly drew her sword and pulled back the green jiao’s attention.

The green jiao was more wary of her and did not dare to be careless in the slightest, so even though it was poisoned by the medical cultivator, it could only passively defend.

With Yin Buran’s participation, the situation was reversed, and the one at a disadvantage became the green jiao.

Not to mention that Yin Buran’s poison skills were as good as her medical skills.

In just a short quarter of an hour, the green jiao’s scales began to turn black and fall off in large patches.

It was extremely angry, but it also knew that the human race’s medical cultivators’ physical skills were not as good as other cultivators. So it simply sent Ning Ruoque to Yin Buran’s side with its tail, planning to deal with them together.

It just so happened to fulfill Ning Ruoque’s wish.

Now it was great. Ning Ruoque’s sword light was as fine as a net, and it even isolated the mud and dirt, protecting Yin Buran tightly.

Yin Buran waved her folding fan, covered half of her face, and said in a small voice beside Ning Ruoque, “The more it uses its spiritual energy, the faster the poison will act.”

“Alright, thank you.”

The green jiao was tired of dealing with it and spat out a mouthful of fire, wanting to escape.

How could Ning Ruoque let it? She directly chased after it with her sword.

Countless thunder and lightning gathered around her, and finally converged into a line of sword light.

She lightly delivered it in mid-air, and a clap of thunder boomed!

The green jiao immediately mobilized its spiritual energy without any regard, wanting to block this move.

But when the sword light really came before it, only then did it realize that it had been tricked.

Ning Ruoque had not used her full strength at all!

Its pupils shrank, and it spat out a mouthful of black blood. All the scales on its body were already dim and without light.

The green jiao stared at the two of them with its pair of cold, vertical pupils. “Ning Ruoque, my clan will remember you…”

Ning Ruoque saw through its intention at a glance. “Be careful, it’s going to self-destruct!”

In order to chase after the green jiao, Ning Ruoque could not avoid it and could only do her best to remind Yin Buran.

But an equally not small force pressed on her shoulder, wanting to push her away.

Ning Ruoque turned her head and saw herself in Yin Buran’s eyes.

Her eyes were full of astonishment, and her face was silly.

She really didn’t expect that at a critical moment, Yin Buran was actually trying to protect her.

This person was clearly very afraid of pain.

A dazzling strong light swept over, and the plants and trees were rolled into ashes by the firelight.

Ning Ruoque couldn’t care about what it was thinking and pulled Yin Buran into her arms.

At the same time, Yin Buran summoned a heaven-tier artifact, enveloping the two of them within.

The aftershock of the explosion even blew up half of the swamp, and more than half of the entire valley was destroyed.

After a long while, Ning Ruoque turned her head and coughed a few times, waving away the dust before her.

The green jiao had directly blown itself to pieces.

Ning Ruoque felt fortunate. It was a good thing that she had gouged out a beautiful scale in advance, which she could give to Yin Buran!

Then she quickly let go of her embrace, still afraid of dirtying Yin Buran’s clothes.

But in fact, after such a fight, the two of them were half a catty and eight taels, both covered in blood and dirt, very disheveled.

The two of them finally found a clean lake, and Yin Buran began to tidy her dress and re-pin her hair.

Her expression was indifferent, but she was like a cat seriously licking its paws.

A little cute.

Ning Ruoque watched in a daze, and her brain seemed to have suddenly gone on strike. She directly asked, “Yin Buran, you—”

Her voice suddenly became as thin as a mosquito’s hum. “Do you still steam steamed buns for others?”

Yin Buran glanced at her. “What kind of question is this? Apart from you, would anyone else like to eat steamed buns?”

Ning Ruoque’s heart instantly began to race.

She had a bold idea.

This idea was like a string, and Ning Ruoque was the puppet tied to it.

The string moved slightly, and the puppet would dance on the string of reason.

The setting sun was like blood, shining on Yin Buran’s exquisite features. She just quietly looked at Ning Ruoque, waiting for her to speak.

So Ning Ruoque gradually calmed down and said reservedly and tentatively.

“Then the last time you said you had someone you liked, this person…”

The black-clad sword cultivator suddenly fell silent, and her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat.

And the culprit tilted her head and sized her up, as if this silencing spell was not cast by her.

Ning Ruoque struggled a few times and looked at her helplessly.

Only then did Yin Buran undo the silencing spell and raised her head proudly. “Go on.”

Being interrupted by her like this, the courage that Ning Ruoque had finally mustered was completely gone.

She directly sat down cross-legged beside Yin Buran and let out a long breath at the lake, which was dyed by the setting sun.

The Dao is Hidden sword let out a long hum in her hand, and was slapped by Ning Ruoque, and it quieted down.

A sword cultivator’s sword moves with their heart. To a certain extent, the life-bound sword is the other self of a sword cultivator.

Ning Ruoque stroked the hilt of her sword, and the sun was almost sinking into the lake. Only then did she speak slowly.

“I haven’t read books, nor have I learned etiquette. There are many things I don’t understand.”

“I only know how to fight, and I don’t have any skills that I can show off. I’m not good at making people happy.”

“I also always cause trouble, and there are many people in the cultivation world who want me dead.”

After saying so many shortcomings in one breath, she paused for a moment, and suddenly covered half of her face, the roots of her ears completely red.

Her speech was also very stuttering, and it even seemed to have a tremor. “I have no money, and I’m not particular about food and lodging. I’m protective of my food, and I’m slow-witted.”

Yin Buran’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze as radiant as the lake.

She heard Ning Ruoque say without any warning, “But I… I seem to like… like…”

She almost curled up into a ball before she finally spat out the last word.

“Like you.”

As soon as her voice fell, a warm and soft body pounced into Ning Ruoque’s arms and hugged her tightly.

Until the setting sun had completely sunk into the lake, the two of them’s embracing figures had not separated.

The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color.

Countless gu-diao were circling in the sky, and the lake was stained red with blood.

In just a blink of an eye, Ning Ruoque found that she was standing on a battlefield littered with corpses.

And Yin Buran was grabbing her sleeve, her hair disheveled, and a teardrop slid down her cheek.

She said anxiously, “Ning Ruoque, Azurefall Creek is very important to me. Can you stop the Demon God…”

This kind of request was actually no different from sending someone to their death.

Between Azurefall Creek and herself, Yin Buran had chosen the former.

After realizing this, Ning Ruoque only felt that her body had lost its weight in an instant, and she had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

The emotions of disappointment and sadness drowned her like a flood, and countless whispers poured into her mind, and her head ached as if it were being pricked by a needle.

This scene was too real, so much so that it was difficult for her to distinguish between true and false.

But there was always a voice in her heart saying, No, no. How could Yin Buran say such a thing to her?

As if she had been doused with a basin of cold water, Ning Ruoque’s mind suddenly became clear, and she had even realized that she was dreaming.

But her chest was getting more and more tight, as if a huge stone was pressing on it, and it was almost difficult to breathe.

After several attempts to struggle were fruitless, Ning Ruoque simply became ruthless and directly tore off a small piece of her spiritual soul.

An even more intense pain came from the depths of her sea of consciousness, and Ning Ruoque finally woke up from the pain.

She quickly calmed her breathing, and her gaze slowly shifted to the front of her.

In the quilt, warmed by her body temperature, a certain person was clinging to her like an octopus.

One hand was holding her waist, and the other was grabbing her clothes. The back of her foot was hooked on her calf, and her head was directly pillowed on her chest.

Although the posture was awkward, her sleeping face looked exceptionally sweet.

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment.

No wonder she always felt so stuffy in her dream.

Through the thin layer of inner clothes, Ning Ruoque could clearly feel Yin Buran’s body temperature and the hand that was fumbling with her clothes.

Wait, was her outer robe taken off by Yin Buran?

No, how did she end up sleeping with Yin Buran?

She was so shocked that she subconsciously pushed her away.

She only heard a muffled “thud”—

Ning Ruoque fell to the ground with a thud.