Yun Huang was not stupid. He was just a little... ignorant about human emotions.
He didnât like to interact with shapeshifters and didnât like to look at people. He didnât like to talk, either.
Most of the time, he would lower his head and immerse himself in his own world.
He did not need to eat or sleep. He seemed like an immortal.
Of course, if a person without breath or heartbeat could still be alive, he was probably an immortal or something similar.
The outside world was in chaos after Ming Shu brought Yun Huang home.
The birth of the witcher spirit, the witcher spirit killing shapeshifters, blasphemy against the beast god...
The beast clans could not rest until the witcher spirit was killed.
The clansmen of the peacock tribe were worried. The human that their leader brought back was the murderer that killed the shapeshifters recently?
There would be retribution if anyone offended the beast god.
However...
Their leader was rumored to be a witcher spirit too. They calmed down after thinking about this.
At first, they bowed down to Ming Shu because of how powerful she was. As time went by, they started to accept her as their leader.
Ever since she became their leader, they never had to worry about getting harassed by other tribes. There was always an abundance of food for them too.
Hence, as compared to the outside world, the valley was peaceful.
Ming Shu lay on the grass and enjoyed the sun. Yun Huang stood at the side like a pillar. He didnât move at all.
âSit down,â Ming Shu called him.
Yun Huang had been here for three days. Besides that night, he didnât talk to her much.
He didnât respond when Ming Shu teased him. Ming Shu got bored and stopped pestering him.
Yun Huang didnât move. Ming Shu reached out and pulled him.
Yun Huangâs body swayed. He fell down and landed in Ming Shuâs arms.
Yun Huangâs body was extremely soft. It felt like a ball of cold cotton. He would be nice to hug in the summer.
Ming Shuâs thoughts were wandering so she didnât notice that their posture was ambiguous.
After a while, Ming Shu realized that Yun Huang was lying on her body and looking intently at her collarbone.
âWhat are you looking at?â
Yun Huang touched her collarbone. His fingers were cold.
Ming Shu grabbed his hand. âHave a chat with me.â
Yun Huang struggled but couldnât break free. He pursed his lips. âChat about what?â
Ming Shu decided that it was unrealistic to wish that he would tell her anything voluntarily. Hence, she asked him directly, âWhere did you come from?â
Yun Huang had no change in expression. He seemed to be thinking.
â... The mountain.â
âWhat mountain?â
âBeast godâs mountain,â Yun Huang replied slowly.
â...â Is he really the beast god?
If he was the beast god, the shapeshifters would have a hard time. Their beast god whom they respected and believed in was an idiot. Itâs better for them to worship me.
âWho gave you your name?â
This question seemed simple. Yun Huang took out a red string from his collar. There was a wooden tablet on the red sting. The words âYun Huangâ were carved on it.
The pattern on the wooden tablet was the same as the pattern on Yun Huangâs forehead.
Yun Huang ensured that Ming Shu saw it before putting it back.
Ming Shu couldnât help but smile. She touched the pattern on his forehead. No matter what, this was her little demon.
Yun Huang got a shock. He shrunk back and used his hand to cover his face.
Ming Shu pulled him back. âWhat happened?â
Yun Huang covered his face. â... Ugly.â
âWho told you that?â Ming Shu forced opened his hand.
Yun Huang couldnât use his hand to cover his face anymore, so he buried his face instinctively in Ming Shuâs chest.
Ming Shu: â...â
Ming Shu grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. She brushed aside the hair blocking his forehead and said, âIt is quite ugly.â
A tinge of unhappiness flashed past Yun Huangâs emotionless eyes.
However, he didnât know what this feeling was. He just felt uncomfortable. He couldnât accept it when she called him ugly.
A pair of lips kissed his forehead.
Yun Huangâs eyes widened.
Ming Shu looked at him and smiled. âSince I canât change it, I will learn to accept it.â
The little demon is not ugly. In the modern world, he is a 360 degrees handsome man.
However, she couldnât praise him.
He would become arrogant.
...
Ming Shu and Wen Nuan had dinner in the evening.
Wen Nuan glanced at Yun Huang who was sitting not far away. She said with anticipation, âLeader... do you have any more clothes?â
She wanted to wear normal clothes too!
Since they came from the same world, why did she give the man clothes and not her?
Ming Shu focused on drinking her vegetable soup. She educated Wen Nuan, âCan you improve your skills?â
Wen Nuan: ???
âHave you read novels before?â
Wen Nuan nodded in a daze.
Ming Shu said, âAll the female protagonists achieved great success after they entered a different world. They used modern world technologies and led the people of their world toward a better life. Hence, can you make different dishes and not just cook vegetable soup for me every day? My face is turning green.â
Wen Nuan opened her mouth. âBut those are just novels.â
Ming Shu: â...â
Wen Nuan continued, âI am just a normal person. I am not a specialist in any field. I donât recognize any plants in this world. I was quite impressed with myself when I found so many different kinds of edible food.â
Wen Nuan felt wronged. âThe female protagonists in novels all had gold fingers. I donât. I just want to leave and find a way back.â
She missed her Simmons bed.
She missed her laptop and cellphone. She missed the modern world.
There was nothing here. If she didnât meet Ming Shu, she would have broken down long ago.
Ming Shu: â...â No wonder the female protagonist didnât have any ambition. What else could she do in this world besides have s*x with the male protagonists?
But... could such a person become the female protagonist?
Shouldnât the female protagonist be full of aspirations?
Just after Ming Shu scolded her Wen Nuan for being ambitious, Wen Nuan brought back an injured shapeshifter that night.
I asked you to improve on your skills. I didnât ask you to find more partners for yourself!
Ming Shu couldnât recognize what breed this man was.
âHe is dead, right?â Ming Shu ate her dried sweet potato slices at the side and said, âHurry up and throw him away. Donât bring just anyone back here. I am not a rubbish collector.â
âHe is not... dead, right?â Wen Nuan hesitated. She glanced at the bloody man and pointed at his chest. It was still moving. âLook, he is still breathing. I think that he can still be saved.â
âHeh heh.â
Wen Nuan: â...â
What is she laughing at? Canât he be saved?
âLeader, Leader, Yun Huang disappeared.â
Ming Zhe ran over hurriedly. He got a shock when he saw the bloody person beside Wen Nuan.
Which tribe did his leader beat up this time?
This was too cruel.
Ming Shu frowned slightly. âDisappear? What do you mean, he disappeared?â
Ming Zhe regained his senses. âYou ask me to send some water to him but I couldnât find him. I looked all over the valley, but he was nowhere in sight.â
âDid anyone see him going?â
Ming Zhe swallowed. âI asked all the clansmen. No one saw him. The clansmen guarding the entrance of the valley didnât see anyone going out.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ming Shu left immediately. To make Yun Huang more comfortable, she specially asked her clansmen to build a small hut for him. The hut was empty now.
Ming Shu went around the valley. No one saw Yun Huang.
Yun Huang was wearing modern world clothes and was easily recognizable.
Has he really disappeared from the valley?