The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Rong Jizhi's incredulous look at that moment could not be ignored.

His eyes seemed to be clearly saying, "Is this something a normal person would say?"

Chao Zhao shamelessly ignored her and stretched out her hand: "Brother, hold my hand?"

In sharp contrast to Chao Zhao's previous suggestion of standing above his head, Rong Jizhi was silent for a while and did not refuse this time.

There was still some residual moisture on his frosty arms, and his cold white skin highlighted his thin state.

After all, Chao Zhao couldn't stay in this cold pond for too long, so when Rong Jizhi realized that the flames on his body would only calm down if he had skin contact with Chao Zhao, he left.

The two returned to the front room, but they still held each other's hands.

Rong Jizhi tried to let go several times, but was pulled back by Chao Zhao's quick hands and eyes.

"Hey, don't move!"

Rong Jizhi's condition improved, and Chao Zhao became bolder. She used her free hand to rummage in her Qiankun bag awkwardly and took out the whole duck feast that Fan Lian packed for her.

Chao Zhao: "Brother, you haven't had dinner yet, let's eat together!"

Rong Jizhi slowly raised their tightly clasped hands and asked, "How do I eat?"

Chao Zhao paused for a moment, then pretended to be serious and said, "Perhaps you have heard of conjoined twins?"

"?"

Rong Jizhi turned his eyes away and handed the braised duck head closest to him to Chao Zhao's lips, "If you don't want to know, just eat yours."

"Oh."

Chao Zhao let out a roar and finished off the duck head with just one hand in a few moves.

Although the torture of burning blood was gone, Rong Jizhi had already suffered two hours of torture before Chao Zhao came. Now that he suddenly relaxed, he suddenly felt a little melancholy and confused.

His eyes fell on Chao Zhao's back as he happily gnawed on a duck head, and he was distracted without realizing it.

When I came to my senses, I met Chao Zhao's conflicted and painful gaze.

"Senior brother..."

She spoke softly to Zhao, and the next moment, before Rong Jizhi could react, she stuffed the still hot roast duck leg in her hand into his mouth.

"If you want to eat it, just take it. I brought it back for you. You don't have to keep staring at me."

His mouth was suddenly filled with the aroma of roast duck legs, and the scent of grease invaded his nostrils, gradually arousing his long-dormant taste buds.

This warm feeling was not like the flames that boiled his blood and tortured his consciousness, but it was warm just like Chao Zhao.

Rarely, Rong Jizhi swallowed the words he was about to say, and instead silently bit the roast duck leg that Chao Zhao handed to him.

Chao Zhao had just returned from a full meal, and now she started eating again. Soon she was full again. She burped a few times, licked her greasy fingertips a few times, and was about to touch and wipe her hands casually.

"Wait!"

Rong Jizhi looked at her terrible movements and felt his eyebrows throbbing. He gritted his teeth and took out a soft handkerchief from his Qiankun bag, dipped it in water and handed it to Chao Zhao, "Wipe it well."

He gave the instructions very seriously.

He looked like an old father who was seriously correcting his daughter because she had developed bad habits.

"......oh."

Chao Zhao didn't understand, but he still wiped his hands again under Rong Ji's focused gaze, "Is it ok?"

She opened her confused eyes and spread out her hands for Rong Jizhi to check.

Rong Jizhi nodded: "Okay."

Chao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of another question: "Brother, where should I sleep tonight?"

Rong Jizhi was stunned. It was obvious that he had never thought about this question before.

I originally wanted to let Zhao Zhao go back, but when I thought about the fact that this torture would last all night, the flames would flare up again if Zhao Zhao let go, and she would definitely refuse to leave no matter what...

Rong Jizhi sighed: "You sleep on my bed."

"What about Senior Brother?"

"Just go to sleep."

Half a minute later, Chao Zhao looked at Rong Ji's impoverished bed made of grass and wood, which was barely covered with a straw mat.

She hesitated for a few seconds and looked at Rong Jizhi: "Third Senior Brother, did you sleep like this before?"

Rong Jizhi nodded calmly: "Yes."

Judging from his expression, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Chao Zhao sighed.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

On her way back, she used the spirit stones she earned from selling pills today to buy some furniture, which now came in handy.

For the next half hour, Rong Jizhi was dragged along by Chao Zhao and served as a laborer. He was directed by her to place various furniture in his simple house.

Beds, quilts, bed curtains, eight-treasure cabinets, desks... each piece of stuff filled the empty and simple house, just like Rong Ji's holed heart was being filled up bit by bit.

"This finally feels like home!"

After the work was completed, Chao Zhao looked at his masterpiece and was very satisfied.

"you--"

Rong Jizhi looked at everything in front of him. Every corner of the room was illuminated by bright lights. Although not as soft and bright as the night pearls, it was enough.

The furnishings and furniture in the house were all carefully selected by Chao Zhao, and in order to entertain him, Chao Zhao also selected a lot of books to fill the cabinets.

After doing all this, Chao Zhao yawned.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy."

She lay back on the bed. Next to her was a single couch, which Chao Zhao had originally prepared for her third senior brother to take a nap on. Now it saved him the trouble of sleeping on the floor.

Rong Ji was speechless for a moment: "...Go to sleep."

He was sitting on a single couch, leaning against the wall, but he was not asleep.

The breathing of the other person beside her gradually became longer and longer. Their hands were still clasped together, and the residual heat from each other's body was continuously transmitted to her, just like her name - Chao Zhao.

Rong Jizhi thought about his muddled first half of life, and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar. How did he get through those difficult nights in the past?

With no idea of ​​his background or origin, he suddenly appeared in this world one day, and as soon as he appeared, he was subjected to cold stares, humiliation and hunting.

The situation improved after he joined the Xianyu Sect, but it only turned the strong poison into a chronic poison, which was ultimately a deadly situation.

But after he had a little junior sister, all this seemed like a miraculous way out of the dead end.

Rong Jizhi's mind was racing with thoughts, and it seemed as if he suddenly understood something for a moment, but was interrupted by Chao Zhao's murmuring in his dream the next moment.

"Brother, the roast duck legs are delicious..."

Chao Zhao muttered incoherently, she turned over slightly, but her palm was still clasped around Rong Jizhi's wrist.

Rong Jizhi blinked slowly, and after a long while he slowly revealed a relaxed, genuine smile: "Well, it is indeed delicious."