As the wind began to stir, he lowered his head, pondering Mu Anxiao's words.
Mu Anxiao turned and looked at the bonfire again.
Thus, they both fell silent.
A few minutes later.
Feng Qishi said, "Mu Shazi, by confessing to you like this, have I caused you trouble?"
To prevent Feng Qishi from saying anything more, Mu Anxiao continued to stare at the bonfire and said, "What do you think?"
"I won't say it again."
"Pinky swear." Mu Anxiao stuck out her pinky finger without turning her head.
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's pinky finger and smiled, "Aren't you too childish?"
"Mind your own business." Mu Anxiao deliberately extended her finger towards Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi smiled, lowered his gaze, and casually clasped Mu Anxiao's pinky finger.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao was startled and turned to look at Feng Qishi, who had lowered his head, asking in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Feng Qishi rested his head on his hand and said, "I still don't want to pinky swear with you."
"Are you sick?" Mu Anxiao tugged at her hand.
However, Feng Qishi held on tighter. "Mu Shazi, you have your goal, and I have mine," he raised his head to meet Mu Anxiao's eyes. "I won't say it again, but that doesn't mean I've given up."
Mu Anxiao tugged her hand away. "You're not only persistent, but you're also thick-skinned."
Feng Qishi: "You don't even consider the environment I grew up in."
Mu Anxiao: "..." She glared at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi grinned.
A quarter of an hour later.
Mu Anxiao sat cross-legged by the bonfire and said, "Shen Fengzi, do you think I'm amazing?" She glanced at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi, holding a wooden stick, poked the bonfire and said, "Amazing, but," he glanced at Mu Anxiao, "not as amazing as me." "I think," Mu Anxiao said, quietly watching Feng Qishi, "you're just lucky."
"Lucky?"
"Speaking of which, when you were little, did you often step in dog poop?"
Feng Qishi: "..."
Mu Anxiao raised an eyebrow. "I'm asking you, did you often step in dog poop?"
"No..."
"Did you?"
Feng Qishi's childhood was quite tragic, to say the least.
His mother didn't love him, his father didn't care for him, and he was bullied by his two older brothers.
As a child, he was quite honest. Once, his second brother stepped in dog poop, and he kindly reminded him.
Who would have thought that in the next second, his second brother, in a fit of rage, smeared the dog poop directly onto Feng Qishi's shoe.
Even so, Feng Qishi didn't cry because he knew crying was useless. Even if he cried, his mother would only side with his second brother. There was nothing he could do but bear it alone.
Of course, such things happened to him countless times.
Now that Mu Anxiao suddenly asked, he didn't want to talk about it, but seeing the expectant look in Mu Anxiao's eyes, he couldn't help but say something.
So, he replied, "Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"My brother always smeared the dog poop he stepped on onto my shoes. You tell me," Feng Qishi asked, "does that count as me stepping on it?"
"Yes."
"It counts too."
"Of course," Mu Anxiao nodded, reached out, and patted Feng Qishi's shoulder. "However, speaking of which, you were quite unlucky to have such a family, but fortunately, you've escaped the predicament."
"Yes, I've escaped the predicament, but over here," Feng Qishi implied, "someone still doesn't accept me."
"Who doesn't accept you?"
"You."
"Me?" Mu Anxiao pointed at herself.
"I confessed to you, and you didn't agree. Do you think you're not accepting me?"
Mu Anxiao: "..." She took her hand off Feng Qishi's shoulder.
"Just kidding."
"If I didn't accept you, you wouldn't be here right now."
"That's because of the circumstances."
"Even without the environmental factors, I didn't stop you from staying with me."
"It's not that you didn't, it's that you can't get rid of me at all."
Mu Anxiao: "..." She clicked her tongue. "Shen Fengzi, can you stop always going against me?"
"I..." Feng Qishi, hearing the helpless tone in Mu Anxiao's voice, nodded. "Alright, I'll agree with whatever you say, deal?"
"Very good."
"Are you hungry?"
"Hungry, but," Mu Anxiao stared at the fire, "I don't eat wild fruit."
"Who said I was going to give you wild fruit?" Feng Qishi said, taking out a biscuit wrapped in black cloth from his embrace and handing it to Mu Anxiao. "Eat."
Mu Anxiao: "What is this?"
"A biscuit."
"A biscuit?" Mu Anxiao repeated, her eyes widening. "Didn't you say there was no other food?"
"There's only this one. If I gave it to you earlier, what would you eat now?" Feng Qishi said, forcing the biscuit into Mu Anxiao's hand.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao unwrapped the cloth and said, "Half for you, half for me."
"No, you eat it."
"No, my conscience won't allow it," Mu Anxiao said, taking out the biscuit and breaking it in half, handing one to Feng Qishi. "Eat."
Feng Qishi's lips curved. "You weren't like this before." He then took the biscuit.
Mu Anxiao took a bite and said, "Before, you were an incredibly powerful deity. Although back then... I only knew you were a cultivator, I thought you wouldn't need it, so I didn't think about sharing it with you."
"Am I not powerful now?" Feng Qishi brought the biscuit to his lips.
Mu Anxiao ate and said, "I haven't seen you display your true abilities."
"..." Feng Qishi's expression stiffened, and he returned the biscuit to Mu Anxiao. "Here."
"Why?"
"I don't need to eat."
"Why?"
"Hmph," Feng Qishi deliberately adopted a haughty demeanor and said, "I am an immortal. I only need to be worshipped to be well-fed."
"Worshipped?" Mu Anxiao repeated, glancing at the biscuit in Feng Qishi's hand. "Speaking of which, you don't even have an immortal title, and no one knows who you are. To be worshipped? Dream on."
"You look down on me?"
"No, eat it, lest you starve to death and I have to collect your corpse, which would be troublesome."
"You're so unpleasant to listen to," Feng Qishi said, then took a bite of the biscuit.
Mu Anxiao smiled and said, "Shen Fengzi, don't you think it's eerily quiet here?"
"It's just the two of us. There's nothing outside, not even birds come here, so of course it's quiet."
"I feel," Mu Anxiao looked up at the beams that faintly emitted a green light, her brow furrowed, "that a barrier has been set up here."
"A barrier?"
"Mmm," Mu Anxiao nodded, finishing the last bite of the biscuit. "After we came in, did you feel any wind?"
"Mu Shazi, are you obsessed with the wind tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"Since we entered this village together, count how many times you've asked me questions about the wind."
"How many times?"
Feng Qishi looked serious. "At least three times."