Chapter 42: Wear Mine

“Don’t cry. Master’s presence isn’t strong. Not many people will notice, so don’t worry.”

Mo Xiao quickly waved her hands to comfort her, but she couldn’t find new clothes for Bai Yuan to wear right now either. She could only ask her master to bear with wearing the school uniform for now.

“But… but it feels so chilly down there. It’s really uncomfortable.”

Bai Yuan’s flushed little face had tears hanging on it as she squirmed and clamped her legs together. Her panties were completely soaked through and absolutely couldn’t be worn anymore.

“There’s really no helping it. My lousy master is just too lousy~ I can only give mine to Master to wear, if Master doesn’t mind.”

Mo Xiao’s pretty face reddened slightly as she ducked back behind the large tree. Her tender hands lifted her skirt and quickly pulled off her own panties.

Luckily she’d known they were going out today, so she hadn’t dared go commando. She’d transformed a pair of black lace panties for herself.

Before handing them to her master, she first held them under her nose and sniffed. There was only a faint ink fragrance, no other unusual smell at all.

As a book spirit, she didn’t need to excrete. Even her human body was just something she’d transformed.

So her panties didn’t have that faint girlish scent that Bai Yuan’s did.

“Here. If you’re going to wear them, hurry. There might be other black-robed people coming here.”

Mo Xiao felt those people would very likely surround this area. They had to leave as soon as possible.

The remaining two materials were both deep in the Green Spirit Forest, which would conveniently let them avoid these mysterious black-robed people.

Seeing the black lace panties Mo Xiao held out before her, Bai Yuan’s face went completely red. She pursed her lips, hesitated a moment, then didn’t refuse.

She quickly reached out and took Mo Xiao’s panties. She didn’t dare look closely either, hurriedly stretching her legs through them.

“They’re… a bit tight. Such a strange feeling.”

Bai Yuan reached behind her butt and tugged at the edge of the panties. They were chafing her a bit uncomfortably.

“Be glad you have them at all. By the way, where’s the pair my lousy master took off?”

Mo Xiao had turned her back just now and hadn’t noticed Bai Yuan’s small movements.

Her attention had been on their surroundings. She couldn’t afford to be ambushed again.

“Of course I put them away. What are you planning? Don’t tell me…”

Bai Yuan’s face paled as she thought of a possibility. A perverted image surfaced in her mind of a little dragon girl pouncing on her panties and licking them all over.

“Is the perverted master imagining me licking them? I just know there’s a small stream in the forest where we can go wash them. Master, you’re the real pervert here~”

Mo Xiao’s golden eyes gradually lost their light. When had her Bai Yuan become so dirty-minded!?

Could it be that the old Bai Yuan had been too embarrassed to show her perverted side in front of her big breasts, but now facing a little loli she boldly revealed it?

“I… I wasn’t thinking that at all. It’s clearly you who thought it, Mo Xiao. If there’s a stream, can I wash my skirt?

By the way, you can clearly transform panties, so why can’t you transform a skirt?”

Bai Yuan suddenly realized a blind spot. The little dragon girl could clearly transform clothing, so why did she have to give her worn panties?

“Stupid master really is stupid. Do you think the clothes on my body can just be given to anyone to wear?

Those are part of my dragon scales, you know. Giving you a pair of panties already hurt me to death!”

Mo Xiao crossed her arms over her chest and complained discontentedly.

If she could freely transform clothing for Bai Yuan, she wouldn’t be in such a bind right now.

Right now she was in a commando state herself. Luckily no one could see her in the forest, and she could transform another pair.

Bai Yuan subconsciously touched the panties she was wearing. The texture was silky and soft. She couldn’t feel any hardness of dragon scales at all.

“Then… then forget it. Let’s hurry. Let’s go wash at that stream.”

Bai Yuan gave up her earlier idea with a flushed little face. Of course, she didn’t quite believe Mo Xiao’s words either.

There wasn’t the slightest expression of pain on that cute little face. Where was the “hurt to death”…

“It’s a bit far. There should be ancient slippery powder over there too. We can gather some on the way.”

Mo Xiao led the way ahead. Her pace was a bit slow. Bai Yuan couldn’t go fast, and there was no way for her to run over there alone.

“Mo Xiao, how do you know there’s a stream in the forest? This is your first time here, right?”

On the way, Bai Yuan asked curiously.

Her book spirit always made her feel bewildered. She knew too many things, more than Bai Yuan, the author, knew.

“Isn’t that common sense? Doesn’t Will City rain often? With rain and valleys, there’s definitely going to be a stream, maybe even a river, in this forest.”

Mo Xiao spoke casually. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been to the Green Spirit Forest before.

Although back then she’d been on the run, she’d still memorized quite a few things.

Bai Yuan rolled her eyes. What she really wanted to ask was how Mo Xiao knew the stream’s location.

Watching her lead the way without a hint of hesitation, it seemed like she already knew the position.

But she didn’t press further. If she asked more, she’d just get called stupid by this little dragon again.

Bai Yuan had already imagined a whole series of inexplicable knowledge in her head. Mo Xiao would definitely answer that she’d judged it from some terrain feature, then mock her for being foolish.

“Really strange. How could the convoy mysteriously vanish halfway? Not a single trace. Now we have to run around in the forest, damn it!”

“Do you think devouring spirits really appeared? Isn’t this situation a lot like being devoured by a devouring spirit?”

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible. This isn’t the front lines. Devouring spirits can’t get over here!”

Mo Xiao stopped and waved for her master behind her to hide. Not far ahead, two black-robed people were searching while talking.

From their sloppy movements, they weren’t very serious about it. And the information in their words was a bit strange.

Wasn’t the convoy left on that small path?

How could they say they couldn’t find any trace, as if it had mysteriously vanished?

A chill rose in Mo Xiao’s heart. Could her actions just now have been under someone’s observation the whole time?

She shook her head, thinking it unlikely. How could anyone hide from her?

The convoy might have just coincidentally been taken away by someone, or maybe it really had encountered devouring spirits?

After deep thought, Mo Xiao suppressed the unease in her heart. Her petite figure silently shot out.

This time Bai Yuan hid behind the large tree and secretly poked her head out to peek. She wanted to see how this Mo Xiao dealt with enemies.

She hadn’t really seen it before. She always felt Mo Xiao’s abilities were very strange. Enemies sometimes died inexplicably.

Dragons shouldn’t fight like that, right?

In Bai Yuan’s conception, Mo Xiao was a dragon sword immortal with super-strong body techniques and swordsmanship.

A dragon with both offense and defense was super reassuring, but she hadn’t had time to write these settings in yet.

The current Mo Xiao should only know the most basic dragon combat technique—namely, close-quarters combat with a dragon body.

Ahead, Mo Xiao silently crept up a large tree near one of the black-robed people, sword in hand.

Her petite body leaped down. An ink-colored sword light carrying icy killing intent sliced off a black-robed person’s head.

Mo Xiao spun with the momentum, her little feet kicking off the falling black-robed body to launch herself up. Her free small hand swiped toward the neck of the black-robed person beside him, whose face was full of shock.

“Don’t even think about it!”

Not all black-robed people were pushovers. Seeing the little hand of death so close, he moved faster than ever before, both hands lightning-fast blocking in front of his neck.

In his heart he was already planning how to counterattack. He just needed the other to be blocked and retreat, then he could summon his book spirit to strike back.

Pfft!

A huge head flew up. Mo Xiao disdainfully shook her little hand, which had nothing on it, and dashed back.

“Hiss~ So fast. Two swishes and it’s done?”

Bai Yuan shrank back behind the large tree in shock. Mo Xiao had indeed used dragon combat technique.

But what was up with that little hand? How could it so easily slice off a human head?

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