Shu Ci, unable to contain her impatience, forced a smile and replied, "If your body gets better, when can you let me have a bite? I’m starving for quite some time now."

Seeing him smile, Shu Ci couldn’t help but feel a stirring desire inside her.

Completely forgetting the reasoning of gentle persuasion, she only remembered that humans show friendliness with a smile.

Since she already showed friendliness, there was nothing to hold back.

As the owner about to eat this piece of meat, she also returned a smile.

But paired with that face of a snake-hearted woman, and such obvious intent, it only seemed malicious and full of scheming.

Baili An’s face instantly tightened as if smeared with glue and quickly turned cold.

With a cold edge to his voice, he retorted, "I was about to recover fully. Last night you bit my cheek, causing pain and re-agitating my injury. If you truly want something to happen, you’ll have to be patient."

Listening to this weak excuse, Shu Ci’s tears suddenly poured out, "If you don’t want to give me food, then don’t! Why use such foolish excuses, humph!"

Having said that, she angrily stomped off to the riverbank to do laundry.

After all, her temper improved a bit compared to before; even without getting any meat, she didn’t forget to wash Baili An’s clothes clean.

With a hammer in hand, Shu Ci expressionlessly pounded on Baili An’s clothes.

"Heartless man, liar! Big liar! Just bit you once, how could there be so much fake business! Just don’t want to let me enjoy this bite!"

At this moment, a reflection suddenly appeared on the water surface, and a chuckle came from behind her:

"Dear madam, why make your own cocoon? I see that your husband’s middle forehead sinks in, his brows are linked, his gaze wanders, his energy scatters and doesn’t gather, and you can tell from his low mid-forehead that he’ll face misfortune all his life."

It’s early signs of short-lived misfortune, bringing calamity to one’s parents and spouse. If madam wishes to continue good relations with your husband, the latter half of your life will be hard to bear."

Shu Ci slowly turned around to look at the old Daoist with three little tufts of mustache in front of her.

At first glance, she thought he might be some family’s spirit mouse, donned in a Taoist’s yellow robe.

The phrase "rodent-faced and ferret-eyed" perfectly described him, yet he insisted on imitating those high practitioners with an ethereal horsetail whisk, looking mismatched, self-considered to have immortal magnificence.

If it were the past, seeing this portrayal, Shu Ci would largely share Baili An’s thought, just another charlatan Daoist.

But his words earlier were extremely precise.

Wasn’t the young man Demon Lord Arao fancied indeed short-lived?

Moreover, because of him, his parents ended up completely breaking ties.

Those who can see the karmic lines on a person are usually extraordinary masters.

Not to mention, Baili An was seriously injured now, yet he already reached a tribulation phase, ordinary people couldn’t see his past and future.

Could this unimpressive old Daoist possibly be a real deity?

Shu Ci felt slightly uneasy inside; Immortal and Demon have never coexisted in peace, if her true form were discovered, she wouldn’t escape suffering.

She furrowed her brow, given her limited cultivation, her attitude remained rather gentle: 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"I’ve long known he’s got a short-lived fate, and to speak the truth, I’ve played a part in it.

Fortunately, he hasn’t fully perished yet, who knew he’d become more desirable as he grew. I’m hoping to have a few rounds of life-or-death passion with him before sending him off."

The old Daoist thought he heard wrong, his hand shook, plucking off his mustache in surprise, stammered: "Wh... What?"

Which Pan Jinlian has come out to harm Ximen Qing here?