Chapter 27 I Want to Pick a Flower for My Huanhuan
Chapter 27: I Want to Pick a Flower for My Huanhuan
Luo Hongyu didn’t really need his protection. Luo He knew this well.
Whether it was her status as the Sword Sect’s Young Leader or her strength that far surpassed her peers by several levels.
Both ensured that few in the world could pose a direct threat to Luo Hongyu’s safety.
Huoxin was still watching Luo Hongyu, and rather than exposing himself alongside her in Huoxin’s sight, he might as well lie low for now and observe Huoxin’s movements.
Because he held in his hands something that might solve everything once and for all—the demonic flame burning within him that had merged with that strand of killing energy.
And Su Huanhuan was the perfect accomplice who could hide him.
At this point, Luo He couldn’t help but marvel at how useful that life-saving favor from years ago had turned out to be.
Of course, he couldn’t stay here too long either, since his relationship with Su Huanhuan had also been exposed to Huoxin’s view before.
It had to be said that in their two chance encounters at the Water Lord Festival, both Luo He and Huoxin had caused each other no small amount of trouble.
“So, did you enjoy how I gave that Luo Hongyu a good tongue-lashing just now? Did you feel this young lady’s kindness toward you?”
Su Huanhuan, being an expert at adding insult to injury, naturally wouldn’t miss this chance to whisper poison in Luo He’s ear.
She finally got up from her rocking chair, stretched lazily in the air, then drifted languidly to Luo He’s side.
But Luo He just glanced at her without saying much.
He hadn’t forgotten that Su Huanhuan had included him in her insults too. She wasn’t exactly the loving type.
But kindness…
He couldn’t say he hadn’t felt it.
So, Luo He nodded at her.
“…Hmph, good that you know. But you’re really quite surprising, stupid fox.”
“It’s only been a few days, yet that demonic relic is already showing signs of being refined by you… you really were born to practice demonic arts.”
Su Huanhuan clicked her tongue in wonder while taking out a piece of paper from her bosom.
On it were several neat and concise lines of writing, briefly explaining Luo He’s current situation, his physical condition, his request to her, and the killing move against Huoxin.
Without a doubt, this was written by Luo He himself.
This was also the first time Su Huanhuan had sensed such a strong desire to communicate from Luo He, so much so that she was slightly stunned when she saw him grinding ink and writing.
She, who had been the initiator for years, had never seen such a display, and thought Luo He was about to write some sort of love confession.
But it was just two paragraphs.
She wondered how he had developed such well-balanced, dignified handwriting…
Wait a minute.
Su Huanhuan’s gaze turned strange.
More than wondering how he had almost been reborn in such a short time, Su Huanhuan was more concerned about this.
“How… are you so skilled at writing?”
“?”
Luo He tilted his head, casting a confused look from beneath his white fox mask.
I’m not illiterate.
“No, I mean, did you often write to communicate with others before?”
“…”
Su Huanhuan suddenly became incredulous.
With Luo He’s personality and status, who could he have such intimate and frequent written correspondence with that made his writing so smooth and fluid?
It couldn’t be that he practiced on his own while suffering in agony, could it?
Well, you actually guessed right.
Hmm…
Luo He thought for a moment. Apart from Empress Jun, Su Huanhuan was the only one.
After all, not many people would care about his thoughts.
So Luo He shook his head.
“…Then let me ask differently, have you ever communicated with anyone else this way before?”
Empress Jun’s magical silk definitely counted.
Luo He nodded.
“…”
Su Huanhuan suddenly felt a bit foolish. Why was she so fixated on this?
To be honest, she had previously thought Luo He couldn’t write, which was why he always made her guess his meaning through eye contact, and annoyingly, she always guessed correctly.
It turned out he just couldn’t be bothered to respond to her.
Su Huanhuan felt like all the effort she’d put into this dead fox had gone to waste. No, even if she’d fed it to a dog, at least the dog would wag its tail.
This dead fox was rotten to the core.
“You… never mind.”
Looking at Luo He’s appearance as if he didn’t understand what she was asking, Su Huanhuan momentarily lost interest in reproaching him and could only wave her hand helplessly.
“I’ll just chalk it up to my bad luck, getting stuck with such a thick-skinned fellow like you.”
Luo He’s eyes smiled.
“Don’t move, let me see how well you’ve refined the demonic seed… wait, what’s this in your spiritual platform…”
Su Huanhuan’s spiritual energy that had entered Luo He’s body suddenly encountered an irresistible force blocking its path when it reached his spiritual platform.
Su Huanhuan focused her mind to observe and found an indescribable symbol floating there, emanating a light that felt scorching to her…
“Is this… a celestial source?!”
This was the second time Luo He had seen a shocked expression on Su Huanhuan’s face. She quickly calmed herself and looked at Luo He.
This timing, this location, an immortal… connecting the dots, Su Huanhuan could only arrive at one name that even she found hard to believe.
“Is it… that Empress Jun from the mortal town?”
Luo He nodded.
“So she really is a true immortal, and she’s taken an interest in you…”
This was truly… incredible.
Su Huanhuan wasn’t sure whether to be happy or worried for him.
With this celestial source in place, that demonic relic certainly wouldn’t dare act up again.
But there are no free lunches in this world. Why would Empress Jun bestow such a favor for nothing? She might demand something far more valuable in return…
It seemed that these past few days hadn’t been smooth sailing for this stupid fox, but… seeing his expression, Su Huanhuan couldn’t be bothered to ask more.
She just assumed he’d been unlucky his whole life and finally caught a break.
“If that’s the case, I’ve been redundant. Even without my Crescent Moon Heart Method, this celestial imprint would help you solve the demonic seed problem.”
“Ah, what a pity.”
Hearing Su Huanhuan’s words, Luo He shook his head.
“Huh, you…”
Before Su Huanhuan could react, Luo He had already taken her hand.
But before she could get angry, Luo He’s other hand pinched out a strange black lotus flower from within his body.
Under its purple-black glow, Su Huanhuan’s expression became even clearer.
“You’ve already refined it, in just these few days?!”
Not entirely.
However, Luo He had no intention of telling Su Huanhuan about what happened on Little Green Peak. That was Empress Jun’s little secret… he had no right to reveal it.
The black lotus had already been tempered in the killing energy within his body.
The resentful energy had been completely washed away, transformed into the demonic flame now burning within him. Only the purest cultivation insights of the previous Demonic Lord remained in the black lotus.
For a demonic cultivator, this was like receiving personal instruction from the previous Demonic Lord. The benefits were immense, needless to say.
The black lotus slowly moved to Luo He’s index finger. Under Su Huanhuan’s complex gaze, Luo He lightly tapped his fingertip, placing the black lotus onto the apricot blossom mark on Su Huanhuan’s forehead.
The vibrant red apricot blossom began to change color as if ink had been dropped into it, shifting toward a purple-black hue.
The original apricot petals also became more slender and elongated, arranged layer by layer, resembling the spider lilies said to bloom beside the River of Reincarnation.
Demonic energy surged fiercely in Su Huanhuan’s room. She let out a light groan, circulating her internal cultivation method to quickly digest this enormous gift.
When the storm finally settled, Su Huanhuan fell from midair drenched in fragrant sweat, panting and lazily draping herself over the edge of the rocking chair.
Luo He took out a piece of paper from the side, wrote a few words, and handed it to Su Huanhuan.
“This repays one debt.”
After the sentence, he had drawn a simple smiley face.
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