Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 173 She always asks for 9

"If you want to guard her, you guard her yourself. Wan'ge isn't feeling well, she needs to sleep." Mu Silan impatiently pushed Song Xianyin next to Wen Chuyan.

Jiang Wange frowned deeply: "I'm not sleeping, don't worry about me."

Mu Silan tightened his grip, his dark eyes fixed on her: "If I don't care about you, who will?"

Jiang Wange sneered: "Now you know how to control me?"

Watching the two of them argue, Song Xianyin's mind immediately cleared up.

She immediately sat up straight.

Mu Silan gritted his teeth as he looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wange, do you think I can't live without you?"

Jiang Wange shook off his hand: "How could I dare to think such a thing?"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Mu Silan hurriedly grabbed her, but as soon as his hand touched Jiang Wange, Jiang Wange slapped him across the face.

"Don't touch me, you disgust me!"

Seeing Jiang Wange's angry eyes, Mu Silan paused for a moment and stopped pulling her.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet.

Wen Chuyan lowered the volume of his washing the dishes, and he and Song Xianyin exchanged a glance and smiled secretly.

"This is... a Golden Core?" Wen Chuyan looked uncertainly at the beads in the bowl.

How did it suddenly appear?

Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin immediately jumped to his side. Seeing the golden pill gradually disappearing from his palm, Song Xianyin was so anxious that she subconsciously tried to pry it out.

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin, who kept touching his palm, and cleared his throat somewhat embarrassedly.

“Miss Song, this isn’t quite right.” He tried to pull his hand back.

Seeing the golden elixir disappear into thin air, Song Xianyin's eyes turned red with jealousy.

"Wen Chuyan, how come you can find treasure even while washing dishes?"

Wen Chuyan was taken aback by her address. He smiled and said, "I don't know. I've always been very lucky since I was a child."

"I used to just play with these golden pills."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin choked up and returned to her seat dejectedly.

Wen Chuyan smiled and squatted down in front of her: "Miss Song, do you like them? Then I'll give them to you whenever I see these things in the future."

Mu Silan, who was standing next to him, said sarcastically, "Why do you want everything? You don't even have any spiritual power. Do you even need it?"

Wen Chuyan subconsciously retorted, "Fellow Daoist Mu, why are you always clinging to Fellow Daoist Jiang? Do you need her? Then you get close to her."

"Great!" Song Xianyin clapped her hands vigorously.

I didn't expect Wen Chuyan to have such a sharp tongue.

This sentence completely silenced Mu Silan.

Wen Chuyan only realized how harsh his words were after he finished speaking.

He apologized to Mu Silan, feeling embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Mu, I went too far just now. I didn't mean to."

Mu Silan was completely overwhelmed with grief. He lay on the stool without saying a word.

The pale moonlight streamed into the room, carrying a hint of chill.

The croaking of frogs rose and fell in the fields, and as Song Xianyin listened to these sounds, she felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Cough!" Wen Chuyan looked at her and cleared his throat forcefully.

Song Xianyin yawned and leaned helplessly against the corner of the wall.

A constant murmur of chatter could be heard coming from a corner of the village.

"Did you see those two new guys?"

Another person lowered their voice: "I saw them, but they don't look like they'll be easy to catch."

"What's so hard about getting it? We still have time, lest someone else snatch it away."

The next day, just before dawn, Wen Chuyan finally let Song Xianyin go to sleep.

Actually, she told Wen Chuyan many times last night to let her sleep, that she really wouldn't remember such a terrifying thing.

But Wen Chuyan just wouldn't believe it, and Song Xianyin was woken up by his cough whenever she felt sleepy.

By the end, Song Xianyin had become somewhat immune to Wen Chuyan's voice. Wen Chuyan coughed harder and harder, and by the middle of the night, his voice was hoarse from coughing.

Song Xianyin slept straight through until the afternoon.

The atmosphere between Mu Silan and Jiang Wange was still a little strange, but that was the normal kind of atmosphere.

"Miss Song, please eat first. We'll go find the spirit beast after we finish eating." Wen Chuyan was still busy.

He particularly enjoys working. He gets up very early every morning and cleans the entire house, not even letting the roof tiles go untouched.

After Song Xianyin finished eating with the four of them, she set off to find the spirit beast.

Song Xianyin never doubted whether they could find the spirit beast. As long as Wen Chuyan was there, they would definitely find it.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, how difficult is it to get into your Heavenly Sword Sect?" Song Xianyin asked, holding Wen Chuyan's sword.

Wen Chuyan smiled when he saw her expression: "Miss Song is so smart, as long as you practice diligently, you will definitely be able to do it."

Mu Silan chuckled beside her, and Song Xianyin thought he was crazy.

He's not smiling, which is not normal at all.

Wen Chuyan was more normal; he was always smiling, and he made people want to get close to him.

Jiang Wange tasted blood in her throat. She frowned and suppressed her discomfort.

Mu Silan hasn't spoken to Jiang Wange since yesterday, and today he just kept walking forward on his own, completely ignoring Jiang Wange behind him.

“Actually, I’m also very good at it. I’m especially good at divination; I can predict other people’s fortunes,” Song Xianyin said mysteriously to Wen Chuyan.

"What's the use of worrying about others? You can't even guarantee your own safety." Mu Silan began to mock again.

Song Xianyin really hates Mu Silan; she's seriously out of her mind.

Jiang Wange was breathing heavily. She felt her strength was failing and subconsciously tugged at Song Xianyin's sleeve.

Song Xianyin glanced at her and took out a small bag of pastries from her bag.

She took this from the village chief's house.

"Eat up, Fellow Daoist Jiang." Song Xianyin looked at the package of pastries with some reluctance.

Wen Chuyan looked at the bag of pastries and unconsciously swallowed. He remembered this one; it was especially delicious.

Jiang Wange shook her head and whispered to Song Xianyin, "Miss Song, can you come with me?"

Mu Silan just wants her to beg him, but she won't beg him. Never.

Mu Silan walked at the front, but he kept an eye on the movements behind him.

After a long while, he couldn't help but turn around and find the three of them happily eating something.

Mu Silan: ...

idiot!

He was so angry that he just left on his own.

"Let him leave by himself, he has such a bad temper," Song Xianyin said unhappily.

Everyone else was happy, but he was the only one who spoiled the mood.

Wen Chuyan nodded in agreement: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, although men like Fellow Daoist Mu are good-looking and come from good families, we should think twice before entrusting our lives to them."

Fellow Daoist Mu is very strong, and would be a great companion, but as a husband, he would not be a good one.

Jiang Wange gave a bitter smile and remained silent.

She didn't have a chance to consider it; they had long since passed that point.