19: Xuanxuan is not afraid, the pain has flown away (Part 1)_1

"Yixuan, Yixuan, are you okay?"

She had been a Violent Rabbit with Steel Teeth just moments before, but at the turn of her head, she suddenly switched back to her docile demeanor and hurried to help Yixuan, whose clothes were disheveled.

Yixuan looked somewhat dazed, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening.

Just when he had resolved to die, even considering taking Zhu Xingfang down with him, this person actually came, she actually came to his rescue?

"You..."

He was stunned, his voice dry and hoarse, having lost its previous clarity but having gained a sense of bewilderment and sensitivity.

The shock of that moment was like a soul strike, like a broadsword violently splitting open the blocked gate of his heart.

Dong Huiying tiptoed and stretched her arms to rub his head, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be scared, ha."

Yixuan was momentarily stupefied. He suddenly remembered many years ago, when he was very small and clumsily ran towards his father, falling in the process. It hadn't really hurt, but his father, looking terrified, had quickly comforted him in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay, Xuanxuan, don't be afraid, the pain has flown away..."

"Yixuan?"

She tugged at Yixuan's sleeve, noticing his distracted and dazed state. Had he been scared senseless?

With that thought, she glared fiercely at Zhu Xingfang.

This old woman, shamelessly lusting after what she could not have at her age, daring to do such a thing to Yixuan, and even frightening him into a dumb state?

Grinding her teeth with malice, she took a quick step towards Zhu Xingfang, baring her teeth menacingly with a fiendish smile. If she had a pair of little horns on her head, she'd be the spitting image of a little devil.

"Hehe,"

Dong Huiying slapped her hands together, "Sister Zhu, I'm known for my bad temper, and what happened today has made me very angry. It seems I have no choice but to offend."

Offend?

Zhu Xingfang felt a chill run down her spine, a sudden sense of foreboding.

So, a quarter of an hour later.

Dong Huiying walked back with Yixuan, and a few steps behind them, an old woman was hanging from a tree, hovering more than half a foot from the ground, upside-down, with her chubby belly bearing two blood-written characters—Scum!

Yixuan glanced at the petite woman beside him, then turned back to look at Zhu Xingfang dangling from the tree.

He had only known her as crass and brutally cruel, never realizing she also knew how to read and write, and these bold strokes were connected and smoothly curved, filled with unbound passion and boldness that could not have been acquired in less than several decades of practice.

Suddenly, a small hand covered his eyes: "Be good, let's not look. Don't dirty your eyes."

Yixuan: "..."

He removed her "little black claw" and noticed the bloody wound on her arm, a wound that had not been attended to in time, with flesh turned inside out, especially horrific.

His thin lips pressed together, he had to admit that his feelings at that moment were very complicated.

"Why didn't you wrap up the wound?"

Only then did she remember, "Ah, I was in such a hurry when I came."

She patted her forehead, adorably clueless.

Yixuan sighed softly, "Let's go home, and I'll help you find a 'Doctor'."

"No, I can manage on my own."

He studied her, then squinted his eyes slightly, "Really?"

She patted her chest, "Of course, don't underestimate me."

Yixuan suddenly chuckled softly, a sound that wasn't like his previous attempts at obedience, but instead revealed a hint of fresh and genuine charm.