The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix – Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Protagonist, Talking About Money Hurts Feelings

Whoosh~~

The cold wind in the forest blew fiercely, and snowflakes fluttered down. In a short while, the five corpses in front of the ancient pavilion were buried below.

After Yu Shuiying’s aura completely disappeared in the cold wind, Ye Anping took a cloak from one of the five corpses. It was in decent condition and not too stained with blood. He walked back to Feng Yu Die, who was meditating against a tree trunk, and threw it at her.

“Here, put it on.”

“Oh! Okay~”

Feng Yu Die responded blankly. Just as she instinctively grabbed the cloak to throw it over her shoulder, she forgot that her right wrist had just been dislocated and had been fixed by Ye Anping.

With that flick, her right hand lost its grip, and the cloak, like a handkerchief in an Errenzhuan performance, was carried into the sky by the whistling cold wind.

She looked up at the cloak being blown into the sky, pouted awkwardly, and gave Ye Anping a silly smile:

“Young Master Ye, my hand can’t muster any strength… That… Hehe.”

“… …”

Ye Anping was speechless. He immediately jumped up, caught the blown-away cloak, then walked back to her, spread it out, and shook it:

“Put it on your back.”

“Huh?”

“Turn around.”

“Oh~~”

Feng Yu Die propped herself up with her left hand and waddled around to face him with her back.

Ye Anping crouched down, draped the cloak over Feng Yu Die’s back, and then used his chest as her backrest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and towards her chest to help her tie the cloak’s fastenings.

He hadn’t thought much of it; it was simply the most convenient way to help Feng Yu Die put on the cloak.

However, Feng Yu Die didn’t see it that way.

As she felt his broad chest enveloping her back, her brows furrowed immediately. She turned her head and saw Ye Anping’s face right by her right shoulder, almost touching her ear.

She could even vaguely feel the warmth of Ye Anping’s breath on her ear.

—It seemed she was being hugged by Ye Anping again, and this time it was from behind.

“… …”

After Ye Anping tied the cloak’s fastenings at her collar, he looked up and suddenly saw Feng Yu Die’s face up close and her golden eyes staring directly at him. It was then that he realized their current pose might be a little too intimate.

The cold wind whipped against their faces. They looked at each other silently, both frozen.

“… …” “… …”

After staring at each other for a while, Feng Yu Die pondered for a moment, then her eyebrows suddenly lifted, breaking the silence:

“Young Master Ye, are you having another Yang Energy surge? A hug costs thirty thousand Spirit Stones!”

?

Ye Anping blinked speechlessly, ignored her, retracted his hands, casually pulled the cloak’s hood over her head, then stood up and asked:

“How’s your injury?”

Feng Yu Die pulled at the hood with her left hand, shouting:

“Don’t change the subject! Were you trying to secretly hug me to cure your Yang Energy and not pay? That won’t do, I’m sharp. Hurry up, thirty thousand Spirit Stones, put it on my tab.”

Ye Anping gritted his teeth slightly and replied with a gentle smile:

“… I was just helping you put on your cloak.”

“But you hugged me, and a hug is thirty thousand~ Hmph.”

“You seem energetic, so you must be healed. Tuck away your hair; we need to rush to Qiong Peak.”

Feng Yu Die’s brows knitted, and she quickly stood up:

“Then put it on my tab first, thirty thousand Spirit Stones!”

Unfortunately, her legs were still weak. As soon as she stood up, she stumbled forward.

“Ouch~”

Seeing her like this, Ye Anping instinctively reached out to steady her shoulders to prevent her from falling flat on her face. However, after steadying her, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and replied:

“Hmm, helping you up is thirty thousand Spirit Stones, fixing your dislocated bone was thirty thousand Spirit Stones, helping you put on your cloak was thirty thousand Spirit Stones. You owe me sixty thousand.”

Hearing this, Feng Yu Die frowned, puffed out her cheeks, and complained in a low voice:

“This… Talking about Spirit Stones hurts our feelings~”

“You have the nerve to say that?”

Feng Yu Die pouted and argued:

“No matter what, you hugged me, and I’m at a disadvantage! Thirty thousand…”

Feng Yu Die raised her left hand and showed three fingers. But looking at Ye Anping’s expression, she hesitated for a moment and retracted one finger:

“I’ll give you a discount… Twenty thousand!”

“…”

“How about ten thousand then.”

Ye Anping really didn’t want to argue with her about this right now. He adopted a peacekeeping attitude, waved his hand, and said in annoyance:

“Fine, fine, fine, ten thousand, I’ll note it down. Ugh—”

Seeing that he had agreed, the aggrieved look on Feng Yu Die’s face, like that of a wronged young wife, vanished instantly. She felt like she had takenadvantage of Ye Anping and was extremely happy. She narrowed her eyes and smiled crookedly at him: “Heehee—”

“Heh heh.”

Ye Anping immediately rolled his eyes at her and gave a forced, toothy smile.

Then, he glanced at the sky and estimated it was around the second quarter of the Yin hour. If they didn’t get to the snowy peak of Qiong Peak soon, they might be too late.

He supported Feng Yu Die by her shoulders, looked her up and down, and asked:

“How’s the injury?”

“Hmm… My legs are still a bit weak, but they don’t hurt anymore.”

“Two quarters of an hour?”

“Mm, about that.”

Ye Anping lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. He then looked at Feng Yu Die, who was now wearing a gray cloak, and saw her silver hair falling out from the hood. He casually reached out and tucked her hair into the cloak, then took out a mask and handed it to her.

“Remember your identity: Yu Shuiying, Ye’an’s Dao Companion.”

“Meaning, your Dao Companion?”

“Yes.”

Having just benefited, Feng Yu Die blinked and asked uncertainly, “Add money?”

Ye Anping’s brow immediately shot up, and he glared at her angrily.

Seeing this, Feng Yu Die immediately shrank her head and shook it:

“No adding! No adding~”

Ye Anping sighed earnestly: “Ai— We’ll have to fight later, so follow my commands and don’t mess around, understand?”

“Got it~”

After receiving her reply, Ye Anping turned around, squatted down with his back to her, rested his hands on his waist, and said, turning his head:

“Climb up.”

“Huh? You’re carrying me? Then…”

Ye Anping gritted his teeth and quickly threatened:

“… If you dare mention Spirit Stones again, do you believe I’ll carry you in a sack?”

“Mmm…”

Feng Yu Die pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and then carefully climbed onto his back.

“No more talking, no more talking, heehee.”

Ye Anping summoned his Spirit Sword from his Storage Bag, then lifted Feng Yu Die’s legs, held his breath, and stood up. Feng Yu Die quickly wrapped her arms around his neck to avoid falling off his back.

Is this guy so light? Even Junior Sister is a bit heavier… Ye Anping couldn’t help but glance at Feng Yu Die, who rested her chin on his shoulder. Then he jumped onto his Flying Sword, carrying her, and flew towards Qiong Peak in the west.

“Recover well. In the end, we’ll have to rely on your Nine Heavens Sword Art to break the deadlock.”

“Got it~”

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