Chapter 345 - 345 343 Where's Your Ambition

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345: Chapter 343: Where’s Your Ambition? 345: Chapter 343: Where’s Your Ambition? Before long, Su Jing returned to the boat with that small box, knelt in front of Fang Geyu, and began to lift her skirt to examine the injuries on her leg. Fang Geyu, like a startled wild cat, was about to jump up with her hands bracing against the soft couch. Su Jing, with one hand naturally lifting the long skirt and the other swiftly grabbing her wrist, spoke in a tone of serious reprimand. She said, “Fang Geyu, don’t move,” with an underlying hint of anger. Fang Geyu stood as if struck by lightning, eyes wide as she stared at the woman squatting before her. Then, somewhat shamefully, her shoulders shrugged, and she let out a burp. It was a burp she was literally scared into. She wasn’t like Li Jiujiu, that coward, and didn’t have such an intense fear of Su Jing. But being called by her full name, “Fang Geyu,” really gave her a fright. There weren’t many who called her by her full name, as the use of one’s given name typically conveyed an impolite and distant feeling. Others usually called her Miss Fang or Third Young Lady, and those close to her, like Jiujiu and Lin Yuan, would affectionately call her “Geyu.” Only that old-fashioned boy with a temperament like a little teacher would habitually address her by her full name when speaking to her. What was more special was that although he said her full name, he did so with a closeness and ease that others couldn’t replicate. That unique cadence was something no one else in the world could produce. Fang Geyu covered her chest, looking excessively shocked, took a few deep breaths, and subtly became less resistant to having her skirt lifted, allowing Su Jing to remove her boots and socks, revealing the mottled, blood-stained wound. “Si… Si Chen?” she whispered tentatively. Su Jing’s shoulders shook but ignored her, bowing his head. Fang Geyu clenched her teeth, raising her voice a notch, “Baili An!” The woman kneeling before her raised her head with a somewhat helpless look, “Fang Geyu, how did you recognize me?” “It really is you!” Fang Geyu nearly lost her eyeballs in shock. She leaned forward and grabbed Baili An by the collar, “How can you do such a sleazy thing?” As she struggled, the wound between her calves tore further, and the strands of hair entwined in her flesh twisted more violently. Baili An pushed away the hand at his collar and said with slight annoyance, “Don’t move around.” Fang Geyu covered her small mouth, full of horror, “You’ve possessed her body, you couldn’t possibly be thinking to…” Baili An flicked her forehead dismissively, “Think what? Am I so dishonorable in your eyes?” “Then why are you in her body, is being a woman that amusing to you?” Fang Geyu’s eyes were filled with disdain. No wonder Su Jing’s attitude toward her had changed so drastically. It was downright spooky! If Su Jing could be so gentle with people, pigs might fly. “This was a matter of necessity. Strangely enough, Su Jing was in a perpetual coma because only one of her ‘Three Souls and Seven Spirits’ remained in her shell. This whole journey, her skin had attracted yin energy and monsters; she was dragged into the River of Oblivion. To temporarily suppress the yin energy she attracted, I had no choice but to transfer my soul into her body.” Baili An opened the small box given to him by the Pipa Ghost, which had two hidden compartments. The first layer contained a greenish paste, like some sea algae ground into a mush, and the second layer was filled with neatly arranged bone needles, extremely thin, with their ends seemingly inscribed with faint spells. He learned how to use the small box from the ghost; first, he took out a bone needle and meticulously picked out the strands of hair that had burrowed into Fang Geyu’s flesh. The side of the bone needle had been crafted with an extremely thin barb, and as it entered the flesh, the hook with precision tangled the pitch-black strand of hair; the spell on the tail flickered, and with a pull, the entire strand of hair was effortlessly drawn out. Baili An’s needle-handling was very steady, and the spells on the bone needles seemed to specially suppress the hair demon, making it difficult for it to continue its misdeeds during the extraction, so Fang Geyu didn’t feel much pain. However, as he held her foot in his palm, the warmth from his hand was clearly conveyed to her, and Fang Geyu couldn’t help but retract her foot. Baili An, sensing her slight movement, firmly steadied her foot and spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid; once the medicine is applied, it won’t hurt.” Fang Geyu shook her head, “I’m not scared; I can apply the medicine myself.” But Baili An ignored her, spreading the green paste carefully over her calf wound, his movements gentle as if worried about causing her more pain, his pace quick. He lowered his head, “The curse of the hair demon is not to be underestimated; a slight carelessness now could leave you crippled later. This medicine is specifically to eliminate curses, extremely potent and harmless to the human body, but it can cause emotions to become volatile. After applying the medicine, drink some calming tea before you sleep.” Fang Geyu said proudly, “I am the young mistress of Shifang City; even if I become crippled, there will be people to carry me day and night, I’ll have no worries about going anywhere.” At her words, the hand holding her foot suddenly tightened, and Baili An lifted his eyelids, obviously angered. On any regular day, it didn’t matter much; Fang Geyu never feared Baili An’s anger, quite bold and fearless. An angry little lamb was still just a lamb; its mild rage held no power. But now, he was wearing Su Jing’s face, one that both gods and demons would revere; the moment his gaze lifted, the icy chill in his eyes became uncontrollable, compellingly intense. Su Jing was not just any mild lamb. This shell had an extraordinary deterrent effect. Fang Geyu’s scalp tensed, she swallowed, feeling somewhat aggrieved, “Why are you glaring at me?” Baili An looked down, wrapping her wound with a clean bandage, speaking softly, “Next time, don’t be so impulsive.” Fang Geyu withdrew her foot from his palm and sat on the soft jade couch, hugging her knees. Her wide skirt hid her snow-white delicately tender feet. She huffed, “Even if you did it to save Su Jing, you didn’t have to keep lingering in her body, right? I think you just want to take advantage of her, sneak a peek at her body when no one is around.” Baili An almost toppled over, protesting, “How could I possibly do such a thing? If I wanted to look, why would I bother with such a hassle, I’ve had plenty of opportunities along the way.” Fang Geyu, like an angry little cat, eyes wide, “You really did want to see?!” “I did not!” “You won’t admit it, men just like those with big chests!” “Fang Geyu, you are being unreasonable!” “I am being unreasonable! If it weren’t for me pointing out your true identity just now, would you have continued to hide it?! Oh, you’ve really hidden your intentions deep.” For some inexplicable reason, Fang Geyu felt a surge of jealousy seeing her own raised corpse demon not staying in her own body but instead wandering aimlessly in another woman’s body, which irritated her no end. Where was her pride?

Chapter 345 - 345 343 Where's Your Ambition

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