Ambushed
“What are you doing here?” Jing Dan waved her hand, and her originally damp hair instantly became dry and carried a faint hint of bamboo leaf fragrance.
Hearing this, Hu Tu looked at her with a deep and resentful gaze, feeling that the little panda in front of her had unfortunately jinxed things with a crow’s mouth.
“If it weren’t for your blabbering, how would I, I…” She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, her face contorted as if she were suffering from constipation.
Thinking back to the woman she encountered last night made her expression even more indescribable.
Who would have thought that woman could be so boldly flirtatious! She, a fox spirit, nearly had to bow down in defeat!
“How am I speaking nonsense?” Jing Dan protested innocently. She didn’t speak that much, did she? How could there possibly be a situation where she was talking recklessly?
Hu Tu gritted her teeth in frustration. “If it wasn’t for you and your ‘always shooting at geese,’ would I have, have…”
Been pressed down to a point of no return!
Damn it, that woman was insatiable to the extreme. Logically, shouldn’t she be the one lying down quietly to receive? But instead, she was aggressive without end! Like a Teddy not knowing when to stop.
“Oh,” Jing Dan suddenly understood, “So you got pecked, and that’s why you’re blaming me?”
Hu Tu: “…”
Damn it, she makes me sound like someone useless who can only misdirect anger.
Jing Dan opened the mini-fridge in her room, took out a bottle of milk, and spoke leisurely: “Shouldn’t you be reflecting on yourself instead? How can you blame me for this?”
She opened the bottle and took a sip, her brow faintly furrowing. It didn’t taste as good as the milk He Ying had given her.
After coming to this realization, the bottled milk she used to enjoy no longer seemed as appealing.
Hu Tu, upon hearing her words, was choked up to the point of being unable to utter a single word.
How could she not know this principle? But after a whole night and a day of being suppressed, she was nearly driven mad with rage!
“Hmph!” Hu Tu snorted coldly, snatching the bottle of milk from her hands, and mocked, “You’re all grown up and you still like such childish, milky stuff!”
Saying so, she guzzled down the entire bottle of milk, not leaving a single drop for her.
Jing Dan: “…”
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Watching Jing Dan, who wasn’t the least bit angry, Hu Tu was taken aback. She knew how possessive Jing Dan could be about her food, especially her beloved milk and bamboo shoots; if anyone dared to snatch them from her, Jing Dan would definitely be up for a fight.
When she was in her panda form, she used to get into fights over this quite often, although it usually ended with her being pinned down by the others. After all, who would dare to snatch her food were always pandas much larger in size than her.
Hu Tu asked, “What’s wrong with you today?”
It was so out of character, so unlike the Jing Dan she knew, that it seemed off.
Jing Dan shot her a glance, feeling utterly disinclined to answer her question. What could be wrong with her? She merely came to a sudden realization that He Ying’s milk tasted better than her own!
Why should He Ying’s milk taste better than hers!
Her heart was filled with a gloomy resentment; after all, she had also spent so much money on her milk!
Hu Tu: “…”
Better not to provoke this formidable ancestor, time to slip away.
After Hu Tu left, Jing Dan still felt some dissatisfaction, a bit annoyed at herself for still being fixated on someone else’s milk!
Perhaps it was the sudden drop in mood, but with a flash of white light, Jing Dan quickly transformed into a two-month-old looking panda cub.
Jing Dan: “…”
Why is it that every time she thinks of He Ying, nothing good ever comes of it?
She was so angry that she didn’t even want to sleep.
Looking at the milk bottle left over from Hu Tu’s drinking, not even milk could soothe the irritation in her heart.
Lying in bed and pulling the corner of the blanket over her belly, Jing Dan felt stifled and frustrated. Even now, she couldn’t figure out why she still couldn’t control her shape-shifting.
Thinking about how her aunt had sent people to find the White Crane Clan, and how there had been no news for so many years, her mood grew even more despondent.
The White Crane Clan is known for their superior medical skills; the intention was to seek their help in understanding the issue at hand. However, the White Crane Clan seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if they had completely secluded themselves from the world.
Unable to fall asleep, Jing Dan got up, teleported in an instant, and found herself in another bamboo grove.
As soon as she arrived in the bamboo forest, the fresh scent of green bamboo improved her mood somewhat, and she began to stroll leisurely through the woods.
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The bright moon hung high overhead, and the surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the wind rustling the leaves and the soft crunch of Jing Dan stepping on fallen leaves.
Jing Dan’s gaze searched all around, hoping to spot if any new fresh bamboo shoots had sprung up.
The wind swept through, bringing a strong fragrance that momentarily dazed Jing Dan.
When she came to, she found herself suspended in mid-air, far from the ground, and moving rapidly.
Jing Dan: “…”
It seemed that the spirit she had encountered this time was not as benign as He Ying; it was clear that it had malicious intentions.
The wind was hitting her face so fiercely due to the speed that all the fur on Jing Dan’s body was being blown back. She was not amused.
She looks like a mess.
In a flash of white light, the woman who had grabbed her let out a short scream. Immediately, Jing Dan was thrown out and tumbled several times on the ground.
The woman covered her neck, and four bloodstains appeared there immediately. The crimson blood stained her hand, and she looked at Jing Dan with a gloomy gaze.
Jing Dan slowly got up, shaking off the leaves and debris from her body, and stared at the woman without saying a word.
Although the woman’s gaze was gloomy, she didn’t dare to easily make another move against Jing Dan. At first, she had only regarded Jing Dan as a newborn cub, but she hadn’t expected that her spiritual power would be on par with her own. It was worth noting that she had absorbed the powers of many spirits to achieve her current level of cultivation! If it weren’t for her timely evasion, the attack just now would have been more than just a few bloodstains.
To possess such spiritual power at such a young age, if she could absorb and refine it for herself, how many years of cultivation would that be?
A flash of greed flickered in her eyes.
The shadow darted swiftly toward Jing Dan, determined to end the battle quickly and capture this panda spirit!
“Ah!”
The woman let out a scream even more agonizing than before, and immediately her body was flung backward, crashing heavily to the ground!
A pleasant, faint fragrance filled the air, and soon Jing Dan found herself in a soft, comforting embrace, with someone soothingly stroking her head.
Inhaling the familiar subtle fragrance, Jing Dan looked up to see He Ying’s delicate chin coming into view, and soon their eyes met.
He Ying rubbed Jing Dan’s head, smoothing down even the unruly tufts of hair, and softly said, “Don’t be afraid.”
Jing Dan: “…”
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As if she was afraid!
However, it wasn’t long before she saw He Ying lift her head to look at the spirit who had sneak-attacked Jing Dan. Her face was a mask of icy anger, her eyes brimming with annoyance, as she slowly stepped closer to the spirit.
“I don’t know who you are, but you’ve made a mistake you should never have made—you shouldn’t have messed with her.” Her tone was chilling, and when she stood in front of that spirit, her gaze towards it was like looking at a dead person.
She, He Ying, has always despised these spirits who harm their own kind to increase their power, but now she had unexpectedly run into one, especially since the target was this panda cub she had fed for a good part of a night?
Jing Dan lay in He Ying’s arms, looking at the spirit that lay on the ground vomiting blood, silent for a moment.
Why did she feel like this was a case of a fox exploiting the tiger’s might?
The author has something to say:
I have a headache, and looking at the stats for this text gives me a bit of anxiety, but I don’t want to stress myself out, so for the next few days, I still need to keep the word count down and not write as much. I’m going to go for a run to clear my head (if I can’t get up to run, I’ll just treat myself to some tasty food instead! But if I don’t run and continue to eat so much, I wonder if I’ll gain weight…). Anyway, I just don’t want to carry too much negative emotion on my shoulders! (Hmph!)