The trade was simple; after all, Wangshu wouldn't actually lay eggs... come to think of it, why was he, a man, contemplating the matter of laying eggs?
Asta sent over an exquisite information collection device, along with an instruction manual. Compared to those precious physical items, a certain Genius aboard the Herta Space Station seemed more interested in the data about to be recorded; presumably, Ruan Mei was about to stir up trouble again.
At this moment, the bathroom door made a soft click. Little Jingliu walked out barefoot, the misty water vapor drifting into the room. Her fine, soft hair was still wet, clinging to her neck. She clutched the edge of her bath towel with one hand, while the other unconsciously pressed against her chest—which didn't really have any curves—her brows slightly knitted.
"Little Wangshu, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable."
Her voice was muffled, sounding somewhat weak.
Wangshu fell silent for a moment. He could now completely keep up with Little Jingliu's train of thought!
"...Where does it hurt? I'll rub it for you."
"It's not that. I suddenly feel my chest is stuffy." Jingliu, wrapped in the bath towel, trotted to the window and threw it open, gasping for air.
The cold wind rustled in, but her complexion did not improve; instead, it turned even paler. Wangshu blinked. It seemed... she wasn't joking.
Senior Jingliu! Please lend me your power!
Before Little Jingliu could react, he had already stepped forward briskly, gently scooping her up by the waist from behind in a princess carry, and then naturally vaulted out of the window.
"Don't be afraid. I've already figured out the route to the Alchemy Commission over the past two days."
The long street, which should have been spacious, was exceptionally crowded at this moment. It seemed Little Jingliu wasn't the only one with a pale face and discomfort all over.
*[Promising Future Chat Group]*
Wangshu: "@Jingliu, Big Shot, are there any disasters in Star Calendar Year 6299? Little Jingliu suddenly has chest tightness and can't catch her breath."
Jingliu: "...Cangcheng has always been prosperous. How could there be a small disaster every three days and a major one every five?"
Jingliu: "In my memory, right up until the destruction of Cangcheng in Star Calendar Year 6300, there were no large-scale anomalies."
Jingliu: "Did you feed her something strange and give her a stomachache or an allergy?"
Wangshu: "What could a Celestial Physique eat to get a stomachache!"
Wangshu: "Now is not the time for jokes! Senior, be serious!"
While frantically seeking help in the group, Wangshu leaped across the eaves. Fortunately, two days of training had given Wangshu excellent control over his own strength, at least enough not to damage public buildings. However, for some reason, the originally crowded long street actually became much emptier near the Alchemy Commission...
Little Jingliu in his arms suddenly moved, muttering softly, "Um, Little Wangshu... I don't seem to feel that bad anymore."
That sudden wave of nausea and palpitations was like the tide—it came quickly and receded just as fast.
Wangshu paused slightly, looking down at her. "Let's go in and take a look anyway. It's not a coincidence that so many people on the street are unwell."
There weren't many people inside the Alchemy Commission. Medical assistants, physicians, and alchemists were all gathered together at this moment, whispering amongst themselves, the atmosphere vaguely tense.
"This gentleman, please do not be anxious!"
Seeing Wangshu immediately, someone spoke up reflexively. The physician then pointed to one side of the hall—where two rows of people were sitting neatly, all looking slightly unwell with bewildered expressions.
Wangshu: ...
"Doc—"
"Body feeling stuffy, dry heaving and nausea, unable to catch breath, but currently alleviated a lot—correct?"
A doctor who looked like a Vidyadhara interrupted again.
Wangshu hesitated to speak, but Little Jingliu nodded like an adult. Yes, that was it.
Life among long-life species was often not difficult to communicate with; after all, the Celestial Physique gave them far too much room for error, making them appear composed most of the time.
A moment later, Wangshu also sat down on the bench holding Little Jingliu, as if waiting in line. The little one leaned against his side, her wet hair clinging to his arm, feeling cool and damp. She swung her feet, which were still without shoes, as if that bout of discomfort just now had never happened.
"What's the situation?"
Wangshu hadn't figured out the situation yet. After all, the plot never said that a Celestial Physique would get sick from time to time.
"I don't know either. I've never been like this since I was little."
There were few wars in Cangcheng. Although it no longer possessed the glory of a thousand years ago, compared to the other six Xianzhou ships, Cangcheng could be called peaceful and stable. Just like how the education Jingliu received growing up told her to be careful of outsiders, yet having never fallen into a trap, it was indeed hard for her to be vigilant.
For a moment just now, she really thought she was going to die—just like written in those storybooks: Those who presumptuously try to change fate will eventually suffer a backlash from fate.
...Speaking of which, shouldn't fate backlash against her future self? Why did she have to suffer this too! Her future self... could she have anticipated even this level? That was too wicked.
"Let's see what the doctor says."
Wangshu let out a long breath and pulled Little Jingliu closer to him. He didn't really understand the Celestial Physique. Originally an ordinary human, coming to this world made everything feel incredibly unfamiliar. Many times, he had to re-understand and accept things; he hadn't grown up in this world after all.
Jingliu didn't resist; instead, she took the opportunity to lean further onto his shoulder, her wet long hair thoroughly soaking a patch of his clothes.
"It is Tayzzyronth."
A soft, delicate voice spoke gently.
Wangshu's body froze completely. Little Jingliu narrowed her crimson eyes, hugging Wangshu's arm before looking toward the similarly petite and frail young girl at their side—a girl who even had a touch of red makeup at the corners of her eyes, her entire demeanor designed to evoke pity.
"Your control over the power isn't good. And the origin of Propagation possesses an innate oppressiveness towards the Celestial Physique and Abundance, not to mention this Cangcheng that relies on the Langgan Jade Tree."
Wangshu indeed had a problem, but his strength was definitely still there. Anyway, Huoshi estimated his running speed just now, and his strength certainly couldn't be bad. In fact, looking purely at the stats, Wangshu vaguely seemed much higher than herself; he ran too fast.
Jingliu stared quietly at the girl who had popped out of nowhere, her crimson eyes full of wariness. There were still too many bad women in the world; they could be seen everywhere, and they spawned in every location, just like mobs in a game.
Huoshi chuckled lightly, and even took a gentle sniff right in front of the little one. Sure enough, it was His scent. Fragrant, sweet and clear, like morning nectar. She just didn't know why His aura previously seemed to come from the outside rather than from Wangshu himself, and had vanished in a flash.
"Little Wangshu! Look at her!"
Jingliu almost jumped up. Swarm King or not aside, this guy was simply shameless!
"Please mind your public conduct, or I'm going to report you to the Cloud Knights."
Wangshu sighed, raising a hand to protect the little one in his arms who was about to bristle with rage. Sometimes he really hated this kind of... confidence of the strong. Because they had strength, nothing mattered to them, and they didn't need to care about the gaze of others at all.
Huoshi lowered her eyes slightly, her long lashes concealing the shimmering light in her depths, her appearance actually showing a few hints of grievance: "I only came to remind you, after all... you seem to have no understanding of the power of Propagation."
This was very good!
She smiled in her heart, even barely restraining the urge to hum a tune. This meant her room for manipulation was large, and that reserved offspring... the nutrition might be rich beyond her own imagination.
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