Chapter 487: Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Chapter 482: Terrifying Aftereffects

Baili An fell silent for a moment, truly at a loss for how to continue the conversation.

He looked to the old woman, ready to ask her to come and take care of Su Jing, but he felt a slight weight on his legs. She drew her cloak closer about herself, found a comfortable position, and lay on his knees while casting her eyes downward.

Su Jing had a notably delicate frame; the serene visage she displayed as her eyes were cast down bore no hint of shyness.

Her pose was not particularly intimate; her cheek rested on his knee, cushioned by the thick fur, her expression calm and indifferent as if she were merely laying her head upon a simple pillow.

Baili An suddenly remembered his first encounter with Su Jing at the peak of the Lihe Sect’s mountains.

At that time, he was delirious from heavy injuries and loss of blood, and for some unknown reason, Sister Wen had pushed him towards Su Jing.

Any ordinary Cultivation woman would never have allowed a male corpse demon to approach her in such a disheveled state.

Yet, he remembered that at that moment, Su Jing had strangely not dodged, allowing his blood-thirsty self to hang upon her…

Back then, he had even sniffed at her neck obliviously, readying to bite and suck her blood.

Although her face had turned frightfully cold, and his consequence was severe—being mercilessly thrown into the Chaotic Netherworld Valley—now that he thought about it, Su Jing, from beginning to end, seemed not to have pushed him away.

Reflecting on this, Baili An couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.

He thought, “Although this Young Sect Master of the Taixuan Sect appears aloof and detached, she doesn’t seem to particularly guard against matters of gender.”

Or perhaps, in her eyes, corpse demons do not distinguish between man and woman?

Under the direct gaze of the old woman, Baili An found neither pushing her away nor letting her stay appropriate. After agonizing for a long time, he cautiously addressed the impropriety, “Miss Su Jing, it’s inappropriate for men and women to have such contact…”

The woman, cloaked and robed, slowly lifted her eyelids; her dark, cold eyes stared back at him, the corners tinged with a faint confusion. She replied coolly, “Do corpse demons also differentiate between male and female?”

Her answer certainly aligned with what Baili An had thought.

Suddenly, he felt quite hurt. Though it was true that corpse demons significantly differed from humans, being unable to reproduce through natural means and only through the passing of blood heritage, it didn’t mean he lacked the basic aspects of being human.

He hadn’t expected such a deep-rooted prejudice against corpse demons to exist. Trying to keep his composure, Baili An explained, “I am a man.”

Upon hearing this, Su Jing slightly furrowed her brows, her gaze as smooth as jade growing colder without apparent reason, and she faintly hummed an acknowledgement, her expression turning slightly weary, “Stop troubling my ears, I’m tired.”

If it were said that earlier on she was calm and undisturbed like an unfathomable jade hidden in the snow, showing no hint of emotion,

Now, his words, “I’m tired,” had indeed seemed to carry a subtle tone of displeasure.

It was as if the fact that he was a man had somehow upset her.

Baili An was utterly baffled, thinking if she really minded that he was a man, she might as well change her resting place.

The night wind carried a flurry of snow, a silent moment.

Not long after the woman on his knees closed her eyes, her delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and beneath her cloak’s hood, something seemed to be rustling lightly.

Baili An couldn’t help but widen his eyes as he watched her continually shaking hood.

Had something hidden inside it just now?

She might have felt a bit itchy as her pale, delicate hand emerged from the cloak, her usually expressionless face displaying a hint of confusion. It looked somewhat uncomfortable as she rubbed the hood.

As she rubbed, something soft inside gradually caused the hood to bulge.

The fur strings of the cloak loosened as the spacious hood slid off slowly.

Her dark hair, fine and numerous, lay scattered like smoke, the lady lying on his knees still as beautiful as a refined ink painting.

Yet at that moment, this lady, who seemed as distant as mountains in early winter, had in her hair another pair of soft, fluffy… ears.

Those ears, one drooping listlessly and the other standing upright, were indeed a pair of rabbit ears.

Baili An was frozen on the spot, as if struck by lightning, his jaw dropped wide and couldn’t pull back.

Su Jing touched the soft ears with her outward palm, her body stiffened slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened wide, sitting up straight. A fleeting loss of composure flickered through those cold, dark eyes, seeming embarrassed and uneasy.

For a moment, her mind blanked out, but as she returned to her senses, she found Baili An staring dumbfoundedly at the top of her head.

The soft roots of her ears slowly turned red-hot.

The one upright rabbit ear, under his gaze, gradually drooped down.

The sudden turn of events had completely paralyzed Su Jing’s ability to think, and she could only maintain a cold facade—her hands nervously hidden behind her back, fingers interlocking with the embroidery of her sleeves.

Baili An’s expression could only be described as earth-shattering.

How could a human woman spontaneously grow a pair of rabbit ears?

And such irresistibly soft, adorable ears at that, appearing on Su Jing, creating a stark and intense contrast.

Baili An knew that showing such a shocked expression was impolite, but he struggled to suppress the urge to pinch those ears, his voice rumbling, “Miss Su Jing, your ears…”

Those ears trembled in the wind and snow, but they couldn’t be hidden anymore.

Su Jing pressed her lips together, her eyelashes quivering, her expression unchangingly cold, yet the tips of her ears hidden in the snow turned a faint blush.

She gathered her cloak, elegantly and gracefully turned her cheek aside, her ears twitched, causing the fine snow to scatter. She then picked her hood back up to properly cover the pair of rabbit ears.

The shadows conveniently revealed a pair of deep, dark eyes, looking faintly at Baili An, “What ears? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Baili An couldn’t understand why she was feigning ignorance, but seeing her extremely defensive demeanor, he tactfully chose not to inquire further.

Yet, it happened that someone had to be tactless. Zhao Wu let out a sound, saying, “I suppose this must be a side effect of consuming the tree essence.”

Su Jing clenched her fists slightly, gave Zhao Wu a cold sidelong glance, “Why didn’t you mention something so important earlier?”

Zhao Wu’s eyes widened in protest, “I did tell you earlier, but you didn’t care and said it was unimportant. Now you blame me, are all humans so unreasonable?”

Su Jing had no words.

For the rest of the journey, even though it was evident to any observer that she was not at her best, Su Jing didn’t mention needing more sleep.

The Heitu tribe raised alarm fires.

Shen Baozhen watched the three unwelcome guests beyond the wall, young cheeks marked by serious sweats trickling down.

These three outsiders were especially burly, standing like three massive walls, emanating an exceptionally fierce aura.

Though they were said to be three people, that wasn’t quite accurate.

For, as these three stood in line amidst the black sands and yellow earth, their bodies were abnormally fused together side by side.

Siamese twins were not uncommon in the world, but a trio sharing one body and one heart was exceptionally rare.