"I don't know, but I don't think it's anything good." Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi coldly. "If you dare to talk about dual cultivation, I don't mind killing you."
"... Of course, it's not about dual cultivation. You must be joking. You're so uncomfortable now, how could I mention dual cultivation?" Song Zhi denied in disbelief. "Demon Lord, your thoughts are too dirty! This is what I mean by heat generated by friction."
As she spoke, she reached out and rubbed the back of Mo Xiuyao's cold hand. "Is it warmer like this?"
Mo Xiuyao closed his eyes and his jawline tightened into a cold arc. "Don't mess around."
Song Zhi immediately became obedient. Unknowingly, it was already nighttime. The Demon's Note Valley was very quiet, and even the insects had stopped buzzing. She looked up and saw that there was a small gap between the tightly intertwined tree crowns that allowed her to see the sky. The moonlight was pouring down from there.
'The moon on the 15th of August is so round...' Song Zhi thought as she rubbed her arm. In the end, she could not help but open her Cosmos Bag and pull out the blanket with difficulty. Although the bone-piercing cold on Mo Xiuyao reduced a lot while he hugged her, it was still uncomfortable overall. He noticed that Song Zhi was not being honest and did not bother to pay attention to her. It was only when she kept moving that he could not bear it anymore and opened his eyes. "The cold air is coming from my body. Are you planning to wrap us up and freeze us to death?"
"Why would we freeze to death?" Song Zhi paused.
Mo Xiuyao looked at her in a daze. Song Zhi blinked her eyes, still not understanding.
"What will happen if you wrap the ice with a blanket?" After a moment of silence, Mo Xiuyao asked.
Song Zhi thought for a moment and said, "It will delay the melting of the ice? Ah… I understand. Demon Lord, you're smart."
Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and ignored her insincere praise. Song Zhi threw the half-empty blanket and Cosmos Bag on the ground and silently endured the cold from Mo Xiuyao's body. It was already late at night and her limbs were numb from the cold. She did not feel sleepy at all. She looked at Mo Xiuyao again. Although his eyes were closed, his Adam's apple moved from time to time. He was obviously still silently enduring the cold.
As the saying goes, extreme cold is painful. Although Song Zhi knew that Mo Xiuyao was not feeling well now and did not have his usual patience and calmness, she must not provoke him at this time. It was best to wait until dawn. However, she urged, "Demon Lord, let's talk and divert your attention. Otherwise, this long night will be too difficult to bear."
Song Zhi was bored and felt that every day was like a year. She risked her life to talk to Mo Xiuyao, trying to pass the time.
Mo Xiuyao heard this and looked up at her. Song Zhi smiled ingratiatingly. "Demon Lord."
Mo Xiuyao replied, "Yes."
There was a response!
"Do you usually sleep here?" Song Zhi jolted.
Mo Xiuyao replied, "Yes."
"There's no bed, blanket or anything? You just sleep like this?" Song Zhi was curious.
Mo Xiuyao replied, "Yes."
"That's too pitiful. I've prepared a lot of things in my Cosmos Bag. I'll make a bed for you tomorrow morning." Song Zhi sighed and looked around. "I have a spare tent, but the space here is too small to fit in. But I can build one with a raincoat. There are tree branches around, so I can tie it to it. I can also…"
"You're pitying me?" Mo Xiuyao's tone was unclear.
"Huh?" Song Zhi was stunned.
"You're the second person to sympathize with me in my life." Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi. His long and narrow eyes were light, and there was a languid air at the corner of his eyes and the tip of his brows. It was the first time that Song Zhi had observed his appearance at such a close distance and she was a little stunned for a moment.
After a while, Song Zhi regained her senses and asked Mo Xiuyao with a face full of anticipation, "Do you think I'm special and different? You're completely different from those people outside who only care about how strong you are and if your cultivation is too high?"
"Yes." Mo Xiuyao hummed perfunctorily.
Song Zhi took the opportunity to suggest, "Then, do you want to save such a special person's life?"
Mo Xiuyao replied, "I don't."
Song Zhi, "..."
What a dog!
After a moment of silence, Song Zhi thought of what Mo Xiuyao had just said, "Then who was the first person to sympathize with you?"
"The previous Sect Meader of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect," Mo Xiuyao replied.
"The previous Sect Master? He resigned?" Song Zhi was curious.
"He's dead." Mo Xiuyao raised his eyes and glanced at Song Zhi. "I killed him."
Song Zhi, "..."