The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 28.1

Feng Jingzhuo suddenly woke up.

As he sank into his consciousness, he could still feel the lingering warmth and breath beside him—Yao Yao had just left. This made him feel at ease until he was awakened. Even on Luoxiang Mountain, everything seemed quiet.

When he woke up, the familiar person was by his side. He stared blankly at his swollen, bruised face.

Yao Yao had pinched him.

A thought suddenly exploded in his mind, and he panicked, not knowing what to do: “I… I…”

He searched his heart for words, but he had no right to say anything. Feng Jingzhuo bent his knees and knelt down in front of Ning Yao.

He could only apologize, not even daring to call her by her name: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, kill me if you want.”

Ning Yao and Cui Baogui were both stunned.

Ning Yao reacted first, not accepting his kneeling, and squatted beside him: “Feng Jingzhuo, wake up, I’m Ning Yao, the God of Fortune.”

He listened carefully, as if trying to distinguish something.

Ning Yao asked, “Do you remember now?”

Feng Jingzhuo touched his face and whispered, “You… you didn’t…”

Ning Yao replied, “Right. You just sank into your consciousness. It was too dangerous. I had to wake you up.”

“Oh…” Feng Jingzhuo said, “Thank you.”

Looking at his bruised and purple face, Ning Yao felt a bit guilty. She reached out to help him: “No need to thank me. Let me help you up. Can you still stand?”

It was such a pity. The Mountain God had such looks, such presence, and such abilities but he had been gone mad because of the pain.

Feng Jingzhuo slightly opened his lips and looked up.

Her hand was warm and soothing that he instinctively reached out to touch it, but his mind went blank for a moment, and just before reaching her, he quickly pulled his hand back.

Ning Yao’s hand naturally fell on his wrist. Through the fabric of his clothes, she gently and politely lifted him up.

Cui Baogui also reached out, but when he saw Feng Jingzhuo covered in bl00d, he couldn’t bring himself to risk ruining his newly changed clothes. He hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand, trying to cover it up with words: “He’s just tired, ah, he’s exhausted. His mental power range was too wide, and now his legs are weak.”

Ning Yao said, “I know he’s tired.”

She thought, did he really believe that the Mountain God would kneel for her?

Feng Jingzhuo didn’t speak and carefully avoided Ning Yao’s hand before saying, “I’m dirty.”

Ning Yao wasn’t bothered: “I don’t mind. If your clothes get dirty, we can just wash them.”

Cui Baogui frowned: “Are you implying something about me?”

Ning Yao gave him a smile. During this brief pause, Feng Jingzhuo half-avoided her hand and stood up.

He raised his head to look at himself, then quickly lowered it.

Turning to Cui Baogui, his tone was much steadier: “Why are you here? Do you need something from me?”

Cui Baogui chuckled: “Need something from you? If we didn’t come, a god would’ve fallen from the heavens tonight, you know?”

He pointed at Feng Jingzhuo’s chest: “What happened to you? Was it intentional or accidental?”

Feng Jingzhuo replied, “Accidental.”

Cui Baogui curled his lip, clearly not believing him, but didn’t speak further. Ning Yao commented, “With this much bl00d loss, how could it have been accidental?”

Feng Jingzhuo lowered his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, fearing the judgment of an adult.

Ning Yao touched her lips.

Having been the Mountain Lord for so long, everyone around her was tough, so she spoke directly and quickly. This Mountain God, though older and more experienced than her, was as fragile as glass, which made her protective instincts rise: “Ah, it’s fine, I wasn’t blaming you… I’m just worried about you. You’re hurt so badly.”

Feng Jingzhuo asked, “…You care about me?”

The light in his eyes sparked, hesitant and fragile.

Ning Yao didn’t answer back.

Cui Baogui tried to ease the situation but didn’t do it very well: “Generally, when someone says ‘I’m not blaming you,’ it really means ‘I am blaming you.'”

Ning Yao: “Shut up.”

The moment passed. Feng Jingzhuo let out a breath and silently forced himself to focus: “God of Fortune, I’m sorry. I was distracted earlier, acting mad and rude.”

Ning Yao said, “No offense, but if you’re going mad, you shouldn’t be alone. Come with us…”

Again, her old habit as the Mountain Lord surfaced. Ning Yao changed her words: “Do you want to come with us?”

Feng Jingzhuo’s heart tightened.

His only wish in life was to follow her.

The word “yes” rolled in his throat but vanished before it could leave his mouth.

Ning Yao turned to Cui Baogui: “Is that okay, Baogui?”

Cui Baogui grinned: “Sure.”

How could it not be? As long as the Reverse Time Formation wasn’t activated, he was more than happy to have more people around, especially someone like Feng Jingzhuo—gentle, thoughtful, and with a good temperament. If Feng asked him to help with anything, he wouldn’t say no. Plus, he’d do it really well and save him a lot of trouble.

Ning Yao was surprised by his quick agreement: “You’re quite nice. By the way, are the supplies at the Shichuan Du sufficient? Do you need me to get some from home? I saw plenty of spiritual herbs on the Ancient Tree.”

Cui Baogui replied, “No need. Do you look down on Shichuan Du? It’s still a part of the God Realm, the underground God Realm!”

Ning Yao rubbed her ears: “Oh.”

Cui Baogui then looked at Feng Jingzhuo: “Mountain God, with all this bl00d loss, won’t your Soul-Bending Spike be too loose? Be careful it doesn’t fall out, or you’ll be done for.”

Feng Jingzhuo muttered a low “hmm.”

Ning Yao then realized, “The Soul-Bending Spike? It can only be pulled out with a fatal result? Does that mean it has to stay inserted? Right over the heart?” That must be so painful.

Cui Baogui said, “I don’t know. Just don’t pull it out by hand; that’s a certain death.”

Ning Yao gestured: “Let’s head back first, and we’ll talk slowly once we’re there.”

“Let’s go.”

Feng Jingzhuo finally found the chance to speak: “God of Fortune, I still have some things to take care of, so I can’t…”

Cui Baogui asked urgently, “What do you have to do?”

Ning Yao said, “I’ll take care of it for you.”

Feng Jingzhuo lowered his voice: “It’s not related to the Reverse Time Formation. It’s… it’s some personal matters. Don’t worry about it.”

Ning Yao didn’t believe him. A person with no family, no relatives, and no friends suddenly has personal matters? “Feng Jingzhuo, don’t be polite. With all these injuries, you should rest at Shichuan Du. Those two demons you’re worried about, I’ll help you kill them.”

Feng Jingzhuo was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Ning Yao knew she hadn’t guessed wrong: “You’ve taken such good care of Luoxiang Mountain and given me a divine gift. Helping you eliminate demons is normal. Besides, those two are even more hostile toward me.”

There was another point she didn’t say out loud—he had been blinded by them, so clearly, they knew how to use their underhanded tricks. Feng Jingzhuo might seem upright, but he might not be able to handle them. She was different, not afraid of either the yin or the yang.

Feng Jingzhuo said, “You can’t defeat them…”

Ning Yao shot him a sideways glance: “Mountain God, speaking like that really hurts.”

He quickly waved his hands in explanation: “No, no, I didn’t mean to say you lack of ability. I just… I’m worried you’ll get hurt…”

Ning Yao said, “What’s so scary about getting hurt? I’ll heal. Why lower your own spirit and boost theirs?”

After a pause, she added, “If I get hurt, you guys can celebrate with drinks and snacks. They’ll definitely be dead.”

Cui Baogui, was growing impatient: “Are we done talking? Can we go back and sit down for some flower tea? I was in the middle of curling my hair—does it look good like this?”

Half curly, half straight wasn’t great, but Ning Yao, considering Cui Baogui’s mood, said to Feng Jingzhuo, “Let’s go; we’ll treat your injuries and change your clothes.”

Feng Jingzhuo didn’t know what to do. He was afraid to accept Ning Yao’s kindness—not just because he didn’t deserve it.

But also because, in the future, when she regained her memory and realized to whom she had given all her good intentions, wouldn’t it be disgusting?

Feng Jingzhuo was about to speak when a familiar figure suddenly flew toward them.

Cui Baogui waved happily: “Fulai!”

Wu Fulai was gasping for air: “Old Cui, you really made it hard for me to find you! Why didn’t you leave a note at Shichuan Du? I searched all over your broken ship!”

Ning Yao calmed her down: “What’s the rush?”

Wu Fulai spoke in a thunderous voice: “Yao Yao, your cousin Ning Yuzhu is in trouble!”