Slap. I hit him: “Stop trying to look cool!”
Jianghu looked aggrieved: “No wonder you’re so old and no one wants to marry you!”
” He turned to others, indignantly saying, “Right, Gouhun?”
Gouhun looked towards the river boat, fixing his gaze on Mo Junqing.
At this moment, Mo Junqing was still looking this way. I cursed at Gouhun – now we’re all in mortal form, can’t he see people are looking?! I pulled him aside, covering his eyes and dragging him into the shadows, glaring: “Do your soul-collecting, don’t ruin my mission.”
Gouhun quietly looked at me, asking: “What’s your mission?”
“I…” I avoided his gaze, “won’t tell you.”
Disregarding his plaintive gaze, I turned and walked out, looking at the cliff bottom full of spring scenery, which was actually a nice place. Suddenly, I recalled that mortals who jump off cliffs must find a peerless master at the bottom, so I hurried around searching.
Well, I was overthinking it. By the time it got dark, apart from birds and unidentified creatures, I hadn’t seen anything walking on two legs, let alone any master.
Thinking of masters reminded me of the one lying in the bamboo house. I picked some fruits and hurried back.
Approaching the bamboo house, there was no sound inside, and I couldn’t smell Jiang Hu Jun’s presence. Everything was pitch black.
Just as I took two steps inside, a cold object was placed against my neck, and Mo Jun Qing’s voice was chillingly clear: “Who?”
“I…”
Who am I? I spat at myself, knowing such a line would surely get me killed. Just as I was about to give my name, the sword left my neck.
“Young master, you’ve awakened quite quickly,” I placed the fruits on the table and lit an oil lamp, illuminating the room with a dim yellow light. “I’ve washed these. Eat.”
Mo Jun Qing picked up a fruit and ate quickly, yet gracefully.
I sat across from him, smiling: “Hey, I saved you. Don’t you owe me something?”
Mo Jun Qing said flatly: “What do you want?”
“Let me be your sword-serving maid.”
He suddenly laughed: “You went to such lengths to save me just to be a servant?”
“No,” I interrupted him, “This isn’t servitude, and I’m only staying for seven days.”
