252: Chapter 250: Constipation is an Illness that Needs Treatment 252: Chapter 250: Constipation is an Illness that Needs Treatment She placed the small ball on Ji San’s bed.
Ji San stared blankly at the small ball on the bed.
Ji San cast a curious glance at her.
Not understanding why this sister was covered in blood, appearing in the room in the middle of the night, and why she was showing off the clay pellet bell.
Su Jing did not pay any attention to her, instead, she took out from her bundle, one by one, a paddle drum, sugar figurines, kongzhu, shadow puppets, Kongming locks, nine-linked rings…
Before long, Ji San’s bed was piled up like a small mountain.
Taking out the last item, pale fingers tapped on the wooden rabbit in Ji San’s hands, a fair face bent down close to her eyes, and the ink-black pupils stared straight at her, “I will trade these things for this rabbit.”
It was clearly a proposition for negotiation, yet she stated it with an unyielding tone that brooked no discussion.
Ji San subconsciously tightened her grip on the rabbit, but her gaze was attracted to the small objects on the bed.
As a child from a poor family, she had often enviously watched other children receive new and interesting toys from their parents during festivals, while all she had was a sandbag sewn by her elder sister.
Now, all these intriguing little things were laid out before her; with a child’s nature, how could she resist.
She looked down at the lively little rabbit in her hands, hesitating, her gaze grew determined, and she shook her head, “I won’t trade, I won’t trade, take them away, I don’t want these.”
Su Jing’s eyes drooped, her willowy eyebrows faint, despite being in disarray and bloodstained, standing under the moonlight, her transcendent and refined grace, like a luminous jade, could not be concealed.
The wind battered the window, bringing a chill that danced the snowflakes down, spreading over the sleeping boy’s white clothes.
Without warning, Ji San shivered, watching the woman whose expression remained unchanged, yet sensing an impatience within her.
And this otherworldly being, akin to an exiled Immortal, truly did not disappoint her; with a slight lift of her cool eyes, she said indifferently, “If you won’t give it up, I’ll just have to take it by force.”
Ji San was stunned, utterly dumbfounded.
She had never imagined such a divine being would speak the words of a bandit with such undaunted righteousness.
In the early morning, the sky was bright.
The snow had not stopped.
The window that the wind disturbed last night was now tightly shut, and the curtains in the inn that had been arranged to block out the light had their strings untied, separating the sunlight that shone through from another world.
On the candlestick, a fresh candle was lit, its dim yellow light flooding the room.
Baili An awoke to the sound of crying.
A rare good night’s sleep.
For a corpse demon to sleep soundly for a night was indeed beyond the ordinary.
When he awoke, Baili An found himself lying on a thick fleece blanket, covered with a brocade quilt, sleeping in a very proper position with his hands neatly folded on his chest.
Certainly, he was not in this position when he passed out last night.
His head rested on a soft pillow, and turning to one side, he saw Afu Tu curled up next to his pillow, sleeping peacefully.
On the chubby rabbit face, gone were last night’s anger and dissatisfaction, peaceful and content as it occasionally smacked its lips as if dreaming of stealing its favorite toy, its paws unconsciously stretching and scratching.
Compared to his satisfied, happy little rabbit, the little girl Ji San was weeping miserably on the bed, her cries heart-wrenching as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Baili An was startled, and without pondering the strangeness of his own sleep, he quickly got up to comfort her.
Seeing the array of toys scattered across the bed, he paused and couldn’t help but ask, “Ji San, what’s wrong?
Did someone bully you?
With sobbing breaths, Ji San rushed over and clung to Baili An’s waist, crying her heart out, “The wooden rabbit, the wooden rabbit you gave me, was stolen by a bad woman!
Baili An was utterly confused, looking at the small objects on the bed and thinking back to the peculiarities of last night, how could he not guess that an outsider had struck?
Could it be that Lin Guiyuan had slipped up and was targeted by the Wandao Immortal Alliance?
But if that was the case, why would they only take the wooden rabbit?
It wasn’t that rare of an item, was it?
His thoughts were a bit jumbled, “A bad woman?
What did she do last night?”
Ji San, crying so sadly, wanted to complain but seemed to remember something embarrassing.
Her expression grew even more aggrieved, bit her lip, slowly let go of Baili An, and turned to burrow into the blanket.
The little girl said in muffled tones, “It’s okay, I lost the thing you gave me, big brother.
Someday, I will steal it back myself.”
Although that seemed unlikely…
She told Fang Geyu and Lin Yuan about the strange occurrence last night.
But who could have imagined, Fang Geyu looked oddly at Baili An, and said, “Maybe some female cultivator in Xianling City took a fancy to you and coveted the little objects you made by hand, thus she became a thief in the night, stealing them away?”
Baili An found Fang Geyu’s idea quite preposterous, “Stop joking, the person last night was very powerful, and her methods were strange, able to drug me.”
At this moment, Lin Yuan’s expression changed, she examined Baili An with sudden and intense concern, “Si Chen, you were drugged?
She clenched her fist secretly.
What’s wrong with this Xianling City?
Where are all these female hooligans coming from, not sleeping at night, scandalously drugging other people’s young lads?
With Si Chen being that handsome, who knows if he’s been taken advantage of.
Baili An had not thought much about it, and thought she was asking about any injuries, “Don’t worry, the person last night didn’t intend to harm.”
He looked quite puzzled.
Despite his intelligence, he couldn’t immediately understand the stranger’s origins.
Fang Geyu scoffed, glanced at the rabbit settled on the floor, and disdainfully said, “The thief came all the way to their owner, and this creature here didn’t do anything about it.
I really don’t get how this Afu Tu got its fierce reputation, I see it do nothing but nibble on carrots all day.
Even a watchful yard dog will bark a few times at least.”
Afu Tu rolled its eyes indignantly at her words and Fang Geyu caught the small motion.
She chuckled and squatted down to poke the rabbit’s plump behind, “You eat so many carrots every day, yet the rabbit doesn’t even let out a fart.”
With an air of sympathy, she then rubbed Afu Tu’s round belly, “This constipation is a problem, it needs to be treated.”
At that, annoyed, Afu Tu swung a carrot to hit her on the head.
“You dead rabbit, you dare to hit me with a carrot, truly asking for it!”
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!”