Chapter 120: Just Give a Little

“Just give a little, give a little.”

Xiu Qingcheng tilted her head and smiled faintly, wearing an expression that looked completely harmless to humans and animals.

Nan Feixue looked at the five fair fingers Xiu Qingcheng extended towards her, then at the sword held in her other hand pressed against her neck, and instantly felt that this soft, jade-like hand was even more terrifying than a devil’s hand.

With an ugly expression, Nan Feixue took off another bracelet from her wrist and unwillingly placed it in Xiu Qingcheng’s hand.

Xiu Qingcheng sensed the spiritual power of the bracelet, verified that it was indeed a defensive magical treasure, and then put it away.

Then Xiu Qingcheng lifted her chin again and extended her hand once more.

“Just give a little, give a little.”

Nan Feixue’s face was ashen, but with the cold blade against her neck, she could only comply with Xiu Qingcheng’s wish.

She roughly took off the bracelet from her other hand and forcefully placed it in Xiu Qingcheng’s hand.

“Now… is Little Sister satisfied?”

Nan Feixue said through gritted teeth, staring fixedly at Xiu Qingcheng.

Xiu Qingcheng completely ignored what Nan Feixue said; after inspecting the goods, she continued to extend her hand.

Her eyes seemed to narrow into a slit with happiness as she continued to hold out her hand.

“Give a little, give a little more.”

“Explain, explain what it means to give two! Explain what it means to ‘give a little’!”

Nan Feixue’s nose was crooked with anger; facing the lion-mouthed greedy Xiu Qingcheng, she slapped her hand away.

Nan Feixue glared at Meng Yingxing, who was standing behind Xiu Qingcheng without saying a word.

“Hey, you just let your woman act like this? She is robbing me!”

However much grace she had before, she had that much irritability now.

However much she wanted Meng Yingxing before, she was that annoyed by Meng Yingxing and his woman now.

Meng Yingxing crossed his arms, not even lifting his eyes.

“She’s just happy.”

Meng Yingxing didn’t call Xiu Qingcheng ‘Master’ either, not mentioning a single word about their true identities.

‘Since Master isn’t in a hurry to clarify, what’s the rush? It would be bad if I ruined Master’s considerations.’

Hearing this, Nan Feixue’s nose crooked with anger to the other side.

‘Henpecked fellow! Why did I fancy you yesterday?’

Now she found Meng Yingxing disagreeable in every way, completely forgetting that what she liked was exactly this kind of obedient man.

Xiu Qingcheng smiled with narrowed eyes, slowly retracting the hand Nan Feixue had slapped away.

‘Who told you to covet my family’s Yingxing since yesterday? Since you like to poach, I think you, Nan Feixue, should be prepared to pay the price for it.’

Nan Feixue just wanted to say she never thought she would fail, and certainly never thought she would be caught red-handed by the man’s other half.

“Give a little, give a little.”

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t get angry; she spread her hand open again, but the Ting Tian Sword shook extremely threateningly.

Nan Feixue nodded her head forcefully several times in helplessness.

“Fine, fine, fine! I’ll give it to you! I’ll give it all to you!”

Saying this, Nan Feixue took off all the jewelry-like defensive magical treasures on her body— necklaces, anklets, rings, bracelets— and put them all into Xiu Qingcheng’s hand.

Xiu Qingcheng almost couldn’t hold them all in one hand.

Seeing a pile of genuine defensive magical treasures in her hand, Xiu Qingcheng widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Nan Feixue, are you that afraid of death?”

Hearing this, Nan Feixue felt that losing her defensive magical treasures was the least of her worries; she was simply about to have irregular periods from anger because of Xiu Qingcheng.

She gritted her teeth and said,

“As the Saintess of the Ultimate Desire Sect, what’s wrong with having a few more defensive magical treasures?! Besides, they look good on me! Is that okay?!”

Xiu Qingcheng expressed that while these jewelry defensive magical treasures were indeed nice, in the next second, they would be hers!

“Then… Saintess, I’ll be taking these away, okay?”

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng’s hypocritical inquiry, Nan Feixue felt a sweetness in her throat and once again beat her chest and stomped her feet in her heart.

Why did she fancy such a man! And run into such a woman!

It was all because she drank a little wine before coming to find Meng Yingxing!

Wine and lust harm people; from today on, she would quit drinking!

Nan Feixue suppressed the surging sweetness in her throat and put on a smiling face for Xiu Qingcheng.

‘So angry, but still have to keep smiling.’

“These are all gifts from me to Brother Meng Yingxing and you. How about it?”

Xiu Qingcheng smiled brilliantly.

“Oh my, oh my, this is so embarrassing. The Saintess is really generous! So lavish!”

Although she spoke politely, Xiu Qingcheng shoved all the magical treasures into Meng Yingxing’s arms with one hand.

“Oh my, the Saintess is so generous. Yingxing, remember to thank her properly!”

Meng Yingxing, who had been motionless all along, heard Xiu Qingcheng’s words and immediately started smiling at Nan Feixue like an activated robot.

“Many thanks, Saintess!”

Nan Feixue hadn’t expected that the young boy who hadn’t smiled at her even once in the past two days would smile just because of a casual remark from Xiu Qingcheng; immediately, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed again.

Watching the husband-sing-wife-follows appearance of the two, her heart chilled to the point of uterine coldness.

Since Nan Feixue had so sensibly given her all the defensive magical treasures, Xiu Qingcheng wasn’t that unreasonable either; she immediately lowered the Ting Tian Sword from Nan Feixue’s neck.

She retracted a hint of her smile.

“Consider this the fee for teasing my family’s Yingxing these past two days.”

“You are welcome to continue coming to tease my family’s Yingxing.”

“It’s just that the fee for teasing my family’s Yingxing next time…”

“Will be your life.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s beautiful eyes were like cold blades, landing on Nan Feixue.

Glanced at by her, Nan Feixue felt as if she had fallen into an abyss of ten thousand cutting swords.

She unconsciously hugged her arms, nodding tremblingly, showing none of the unrestrained attitude she had when she first met Meng Yingxing.

Just as Meng Yingxing thought Nan Feixue was about to leave, a familiar face suddenly rushed into the alley where there was no one else but them.

It was none other than Ying Ruci of the Qingling Sect, rushing in anxiously with her sword; upon seeing Nan Feixue, that pretty face immediately turned beet red.

“Sh-Shameless demoness! Hit by my sect’s Starfall Technique, where do you think you’re running to?”

“Stay away from that young boy! You loose demoness! I’m going to arrest you immediately!”

Seeing Ying Ruci now, Nan Feixue felt like she was seeing a great savior.

In front of Xiu Qingcheng, who could extort her and instantly kill her at will, even Ying Ruci looked adorable.

Nan Feixue’s face lit up with joy; before Ying Ruci’s sword could fall, she proactively extended both hands.

“Ying Ruci! Arrest me! I confess! I am a shameless demoness! Take me away!”

Every step Nan Feixue took was beyond Ying Ruci’s expectations; Ying Ruci even felt she must have dreamed too much last night to see such a bizarre scene.

When Ying Ruci tied Nan Feixue up with a magical treasure, her gaze was still full of suspicion.

Only after confirming Nan Feixue was firmly bound by her did Ying Ruci dare to believe all this.

“Uh… you two, it’s fine now.”

Ying Ruci looked at Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing, not knowing what to say, so she just made a polite gesture.

“Then I will take the demoness away. Goodbye, you two.”

Saying this, Ying Ruci prepared to leave under the gazes of the two.

“Wait a moment.”

Nan Feixue suddenly spoke up. Meng Yingxing saw her gaze land on Xiu Qingcheng and suddenly had a bad feeling.

“This young lady, yesterday I cast the Ultimate Desire Sect’s secret technique ‘Dream of a Spring Night’ on Little Brother Meng. Do you know what effect this ‘Dream of a Spring Night’ has?”

Nan Feixue stared at Xiu Qingcheng; she suddenly wanted to add some fuel to the fire for these two.

“Having dreams, what other effect.”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng also understood; Meng Yingxing having that kind of dream wasn’t accidental, but Nan Feixue’s doing.

But it was just having that kind of dream, nothing to make a fuss about; Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know why Nan Feixue brought this up specifically.

“Yes.”

Nan Feixue nodded.

“This ‘Dream of a Spring Night’ will make the affected person dream of… the best-looking person they have ever seen in a wonderful dream.”

Nan Feixue’s gaze became seductive and wicked again.

“So… the Little Brother Meng beside you most likely dreamed of you, hmm?”