Chapter 319 - 319 Found It (1)
The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool
319 Found It (1)
After the rain, the already difficult mountain path became even more difficult to navigate. There were bushes all around, not to mention insects and ants. After walking for a while, water could be wrung out of their shoes and socks.
In the end, under Song Jingchenâs suggestion, Shen Yijia climbed onto Furballâs back.
She didnât have to walk by herself, but Furball could bring her everywhere. Shen Yijia felt that she had walked for nothing. Why didnât she think of this earlier?
She had just asked Furball to bring her around and return to Song Jingchenâs side when she waved at him excitedly. âHubby, do you want to come up with me?â
This was more fun than riding a horse.
Song Jingchen glanced at Furball, who was panting from Shen Yijiaâs torture, and shook his head. âNo need. Iâm not tired.â
âAlright.â Shen Yijia thought that he was embarrassed and did not force him. She patted Furballâs head and said, âFurball, letâs walk in front and clear the way for them.â
Shen Yijia pulled out the long whip at her waist and swung it around. A single whip could cut off a large patch of bushes, opening a path for Song Jingchen and the other two.
Her hands were busy, and she didnât stop singing. She repeated one of the few songs sheâd heard in the compound.
âI have a little donkey. Iâve never ridden it. One day, I rode it up the mountain on a whim. I was holding a small whip in my hand. I was very proud of myself,â she sang.
âI have a little donkeyâ¦â
For a moment, the originally empty deep mountains were surrounded by her tone-deaf singing. From time to time, she would scare off the birds.
Shen Yijia was happy, but Furball was so tired that it only rolled its eyes. Its ears were still being tortured by her demonic voice.
Besides, it was a tiger, the king of the mountains. How could it be compared to a low-level species like a donkey?
Thirty Thousand walked at the back. He silently took out his water bag and took a sip. He didnât know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the water in his water bag was magical. After taking a sip, he didnât feel so tired anymore.
In less than a day, the injuries on his body had miraculously scabbed over.
When he first discovered it, he had even given it to his master to drink, but he received Song Jingchenâs gaze as if he was looking at an idiot.
If he gave it to Mo Yuan, she would ignore him.
Therefore, he could only enjoy it alone.
What Thirty Thousand did not know was that Shen Yijia had actually dripped spiritual liquid into their water bags.
Especially Song Jingchen. The kiss yesterday wasnât for nothing. His injuries had long recovered.
As for the water bag, if others had it, her beautiful husband naturally had it too.
Shen Yijia diluted the water for them because she was afraid that the effect would be too obvious and scare them.
Next, they encountered a few attacks from ferocious wild animals, but at least it was not as dangerous as before. There was a large group of them.
Coupled with Furball, ordinary ferocious beasts were frightened away by it before they could approach.
Strangely, the closer they got to their destination, the fewer insects and ants there were, let alone ferocious beasts. In their place was a thick fog.
Fortunately, after Mo Yuanâs examination, she concluded that the thick fog was not poisonous. At most, it could affect oneâs vision.
In order to avoid getting separated, Shen Yijia wanted to come down and walk, but Song Jingchen found a vine to tie Furball up and led it away.
âThereâs no need to come down,â Song Jingchen said.
Furball thought, âThis couple doesnât treat me like a tiger.â
Shen Yijia looked at Furballâs angry expression and smiled. âAlright.â
Thirty Thousand followed suit and handed the vines to Mo Yuan. âWhy donât I hold your hand and walk too?â
Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly and walked to Shen Yijiaâs other side without a word.
Shen Yijia laughed unkindly. Why did she only realize that Thirty Thousand was a silly deer?
However, before Shen Yijia could be happy for long, Song Jingchen suddenly stopped.
âWhatâs wrong?â Shen Yijia asked.
Song Jingchen frowned and walked forward to carry Shen Yijia off Furball. He said softly, âWeâre lost.â
There was something strange about the appearance of this thick fog, and it wasnât poisonous. Song Jingchen felt that it wasnât that simple, so he specially paid attention to his surroundings.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
As expected, he discovered a problem.
Song Jingchen held Shen Yijiaâs hand and walked to a withered tree. âDo you remember this tree?â
Shen Yijia was stunned. She carefully observed the withered tree and compared it with the branch she had casually broken out of boredom. Indeed, it matched a broken limb on the withered tree.
However, she broke the tree branch at least half an hour ago. During this period, they walked back to where they came from.
âMaster, I think I threw this aside earlier.â Thirty Thousand picked up a fruit core and showed it to Song Jingchen.