The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (38)
Five days’ worth of life was not so easily earned. The host was there to make up her own desolate past, and it was responsible for uploading this fabricated play to the main engine to create this huge dreamworld.
System: Mama, it felt that its host could write more nonsense than the one who wrote the novel. All of it was a complete mess, total baloney.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 40.】
The system shook. The male lead felt pleasure from the whipping? The favorability could rise this much?
Ning Yishu was ruthlessly whipped by her, but his eyes didn’t hold a bit of resentment. He waited until she had exhausted almost all of her anger, then reached out and caught her sleeve.
In this dreamworld, he was stronger than her.
So with a tug, he pulled her into his arms.
Bai Weiwei fell into his arms, but before she could look up, he reached out and embraced her.
He pressed his hand against her head, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder, as though coaxing a child.
“Don’t be scared, Weiwei…”
For the first time, he called her name, and for the first time, he wanted to forget that they were teacher and disciple.
Despite her desperate struggles, he didn’t stop patting her back. “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”
Only those who have experienced losing all hope understood that sort of pain.
The more violently she reacted, the more it proved that she was afraid.
Ning Yishu refused to let go. Unable to hit him, she could only scrape her fingernails against the skin of his arm, drawing blood.
She snarled, “Let go, let go of me.”
Ning Yishu felt pain, but he refused to let go. He continued to coax her, trying to calm her down.
Bai Weiwei fiercely clawed, her fingernails digging out even more blood from the broken skin on his arm.
She really was… a ruthless woman.
Ning Yishu smiled wryly, but could only resign himself to bearing the brunt of her anger.
Suddenly she stopped struggling, losing the strength to scratch at his arms.
Ning Yishu’s patting motion stilled.
He felt a wetness at the crook of his shoulder and his neck.
She was crying…
Bai Weiwei silently rested her head against his shoulder. She didn’t say a word, gritting her teeth as she cried.
The tears falling on his skin nearly made his heart break into pieces.
Ning Yishu choked on the words lodged in his throat. After several attempts, he finally managed to softly say: “In the future, nobody will be able to bully you. You will get revenge. You’ll be the strongest in Grand Heavens Mountain.”
Bai Weiwei was silent.
“In the future you can hit whoever you want to hit, bully whoever you want to bully. If you see someone you don’t like, you can kick them out.”
He didn’t care about anything else; he just wanted her to stop crying.
The words that had never been said before were spoken just like that.
As long as she was happy, it didn’t matter if she committed heinous crimes1.
Ning Yishu racked his brains as he coaxed her bit by bit.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before she was finally exhausted and stopped crying.
Ning Yishu had just breathed a sigh of relief.
All of a sudden, she murmured discontentedly: “Why didn’t you show up earlier?”
Ning Yishu quickly replied: “Next time I’ll definitely come earlier.”
Bai Weiwei kicked him away, sounding coquettish: “Who wants you to save them? What kind of thing are you?”
Ning Yishu helplessly looked at her.
Truly a spoiled temper. He remembered that when he first entered the dreamworld, she was a small child who knew to drown someone she didn’t like.
Sure enough, she naturally had an unlikable temperament.
All of a sudden, Bai Weiwei couldn’t look him in the eye. Lifting her feet, she somewhat awkwardly said: “I lost my shoes.”
Ning Yishu spotted the shoes she had dropped. He instantly went to retrieve them and placed them on her feet.
1: 杀人放火: commit murder and arson; may or may not be literal.↩
Cheese: so… is the plan to paint her character as a tsundere? also i’m still waiting on what’s going on with the guardian beast LMAO we can’t forget about the real world @peeps
Hali: Why even in the most important moments something about her feet somehow manage to enter.