Heavy wind and torrential rain

a, and then we trudged in, one step deep, one step shallow, until late at night.This is bigger than I imagined, but after seeing King Miao's City, we've come to expect this.However, there's a wide riv...Mu Wanchen could easily hold me with one hand, which shows how strong he is. My wrists were held by his hands, and struggling was futile.

I've always been a coward in action but not in words. I boldly stated, "Look at your face!"

“......”

"Why am I the one always being seen through, while you keep your face covered... It's unfair! You're never going to show yourself, are you What if you're amazing I wouldn't laugh at you, just a peek is all I ask."

I tried my best to coax him, but he remained unmoved. I could even feel the gossamer brush against my nose.

He turned me around with his hand, facing the wall. He reached behind me and encircled my waist, preventing me from turning around until he finally let go of my wrist.

"Make a scene again, and I'll leave." He snorted coldly.

"Hmph… With such tight security, when will we ever get to see his face"

"You treat me like an outsider and even ask me to raise the female worm for you. I've really been taken advantage of, my face is burning with shame." I muttered.

"I don't want to scare you." He said that again.

"How do you know I'd be scared Unless you have no shame!" I glared at the wall, huffing.

In the dark room, his body heat radiated through the blankets. How could such a solitary being have a face that couldn't be seen

Mu Wanchen's hand moved, covering my hand on the back. I was stunned and just about to ask him what he was doing when he pinched my wrist and pulled my hand backwards.

He lifted his mask, and my hand reached under it, touching his nose.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, philtrum, and finally the lips.

My heart was pounding wildly.

I am touching his eyebrows.

In the dark, her back pressed against his, she reached out to feel along his brow and cheekbones.

This process was quick, but I couldn't help but gasp softly, a little nervous, so nervous that my words came out stammered.

“You still have normal features, so why cover them up Even if wearing masks is your witch clan’s custom, you don’t need to wear one while sleeping, do you Do you even need to make your pillow partner wear one too… ”

He put my hand back where it was and whispered, “You’ve been pampered your whole life. How many strange people, things, and events have you seen Some things will be told to you when you’re ready to accept them, so as not to startle you too suddenly.”

"I don't believe your looks could scare me... Your features are quite normal."

Normal actually belittles. Just now, I touched upon the relaxed eyebrows and eyes, the high nose bridge, it should be a person with an outstanding appearance, why say they scared me

Could it be that you're going to faint from my handsomeness You underestimate me too much.

My fellow disciples are all good-looking, I've long since gotten used to it.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

This atmosphere made me blush, I could only close my eyes and silently recite the scriptures: “The receiver of grain is turbid, the receiver of qi is clear. The clear one injects yin, the turbid one injects yang…” Whatever works, let me fall asleep…

A dull, rolling thunder suddenly cracked outside the window, making me instinctively shrink back—this place is a disaster zone too, with aftershocks always a possibility.

His arm tightened, and I turned to see his ear twitch slightly, as if listening to the wind outside.

After an earthquake, the weather tends to be abnormal. The most common occurrence is continuous rain.

This gust of wind and rain, carrying the characteristic summer thunder, rumbled over this land. In an instant, it poured down like a waterfall.

The sound of the rain bothered him greatly. He suddenly rolled over, pulled on his dark-colored coat, and put it on.

I sat up, watching him quickly sheathe his tools on his belt.

It seems like I can sleep by myself tonight.

"Your Majesty the Shaman King, there's a blockage upstream. A huge rock is buried in the sand, even the pangolins can't break through it—" Liang Xiao's voice rang out from afar, getting closer and closer.

Mu Wanchen said coldly, "I know, stop bothering me."

Liang Xiaogē rushed in like a wild boar, crashing through the door.

"Oh dear! The young princess is here! My apologies, my apologies! I haven't seen anything!" he covered his eyes and jumped out.

I look down at myself, wrapped up tight and snug as a bug. What can you see

“The rain was already light, and suddenly it started pouring like this! How can we work It's too dangerous. Why don't we withdraw our people If the downstream villages are destroyed, so be it, we can rebuild them. People's safety is the most important thing!” Liang Xiaoge said anxiously, leaning against the door frame.

Mú Wǎnchén put on his cloak and glanced back at me.

I held the pink little lamb in my arms, sitting on the stone bed and looking back at him: “That… I'm fine staying here by myself.”

He turned and walked two steps outside, then stopped.

He turned to me and asked, "Are you afraid of getting wet"

"Don't be afraid."

"Come with me, having you nearby makes me feel safer." He said as he pulled a cloak from the basket and offered it to me.

I immediately jumped down to follow him. I was more than happy to, as staying here alone would only lead to overthinking.

Mu Wanchen used his secret technique to cleave open the night and brought me to a hillside.

Here, the lights were bright, and as soon as he appeared, people shouted his name.

Mu Wanchen left me standing there, whistled a tune, and a mountain eagle flew over and landed on my shoulder.

I stiffened my chest, nervously. The hawk regarded me with arrogant disdain—I knew this bird! It was the one that had whacked me in the head with its wings.

Liang Xiaoge stomped his feet beside me and said, "Look, look! Once it comes to life-or-death matters, the Great Shaman King never wants to sacrifice a single citizen. It's so dangerous down there, why bother with evacuation Let those bamboo villages and wooden fortresses collapse! Anyway, we in Shaman King City are not afraid!"

I held onto a tree and looked down the hillside. This must be a tributary of the Meijiang River upstream, where the water flowed into the Meijiang River. Now it was blocked by huge mudslides that had cascaded down from the cliffs on both sides, and the water behind was accumulating more and more.

It was like a sagging dam, holding back the raging river behind it like wild horses. A crack had appeared, and water was slowly flowing out through the opening.

Alas, the weather gods are not on our side! This torrential downpour has turned the water behind the dam into a shimmering spectacle, bubbling and frothing like boiling water. The “dam” itself seems to be trembling precariously.

Mu Wanchen leaped into the air and landed on the dam, ordering the workers excavating the spillway to retreat.

In the midst of a raging wind, the forest suddenly rustled with a deafening noise. A bone-chilling cold swept over everything, and eerie, ghostly wails echoed from the dense woods behind him.

This feeling is terrifying, like an invisible giant void has opened its mouth, ready to swallow people at any moment!

My scalp tingled, and I instinctively retreated behind the tree trunk.

"Little Princess, what's wrong" Liang Xiaoguo asked.

"Don't you feel cold"

"Cold Oh, it must be cold with the rain…" He seemed not to notice the chill and gloom that hung in the woods behind him.

In that heavy darkness, a white dot suddenly appeared, floating towards me.

As I got closer, I could see it was a white crane-patterned paper umbrella.

The person holding an umbrella wore a deep-colored robe, their figure flickering like a ghost.

As I got closer, his piercing eyes glanced at me briefly, and I shivered uncontrollably, as if plunging into an ice cave.

He swept his gaze across my face, a cold smile playing on his lips —

" ...Another little thing."ide white robe. The wide sleeves flowed like clouds, seeming like a drifting cloudlet.His personality was as unpredictable as clouds, changing constantly and making it difficult to fathom.His pale fac...