bullyxtreme Chapter 153 Aru Village (3)
Chapter 153 Aru Village (3)
Where am I...?
Farusan opened her eyes slightly, her gaze unfocused and confused.
Her memory was still immersed in the endless mechanisms and coded messages in the Red King's Tomb.
During her final moments inside the tomb, her consciousness was already hazy, and she was only acting on her body's instincts.
As for what happened after she escaped from the mausoleum, she had completely lost her memory of it, only remembering a flash of blue light before she lost consciousness again.
Even whether she had truly escaped the place that had imprisoned her for an unknown period of time, Farusan could not give a definite answer.
She tried to move her body, and the soft mattress and warm quilt beneath her made Farusan feel dizzy for a moment.
In the tomb, she was always accompanied by cold, hard stone bricks, and had long forgotten what it felt like to sleep on a bed.
It feels so warm... Could it be an illusion from the Crimson King's Tomb?
Among the many traps in the Red King's Mausoleum, there are quite a few that can create a beautiful illusion and trap people inside the mausoleum to their death. With her memory fading, Farusan had to be more vigilant.
Immediately, a blurry figure appeared before her eyes, vaguely holding something in its hand.
How could there be anyone in the Red King's Tomb...?
Could she be an adventurer who has fallen on hard times like her?
Farusan's consciousness cleared up somewhat, and as her senses returned, her thinking gradually recovered.
No...that's not right.
If there were signs that the tomb door had been opened, it's impossible that she, who often rested nearby, wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Therefore, there is only one possibility for the figure that suddenly appeared in front of us.
It is a monster created from the illusion of the Crimson King's Tomb.
Farusan moved her fingers, and although she was still somewhat weak, she clenched her fists tightly.
If the monster in front of her dares to approach, she can quickly retaliate.
The blurry figure suddenly stopped in front of Farusan, as if hesitating and preparing for something.
One second, two seconds.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Farusan's forehead, and her fists clenched tightly under the covers. She hesitated, wondering whether she should strike first.
Fortunately, the figure didn't make her hesitate for long; the other person vaguely reached out and touched her forehead.
"Monster, stay away from me!"
"Bang!" "Ouch!"
A sudden scream pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds that were resting on the eaves.
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Half an hour later, Mu Feng, with a bruise around his left eye, sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his injured area, staring resentfully at Falushan, who sat on the bed looking somewhat uneasy.
Unexpectedly, this centenarian elder, Faroshan, lacked martial ethics and tried to deceive and ambush him, a seventeen-year-old comrade.
I, Mufeng, recommend you try rat tail juice.
"Um, are you okay?"
Farusan cautiously extended her right hand, her delicate face showing apology, while her left hand, hidden behind her back, nervously twisted the hem of her dress.
After a series of misunderstandings, she finally realized that she had escaped the tomb abandoned by time.
After leaving the Red King's mausoleum, she collapsed from exhaustion in the desert. The young man in front of her happened to pass by and brought her to Aru Village.
"not too good."
Mu Feng rubbed his bruised eyes and made a bitter face.
Unexpectedly, Senior Farusan, who looks like a delicate and sweet girl, has a surprisingly strong hand. This elbow almost caused him, Mu, to crash on the spot.
He was devastated; that elbow strike had shattered at least twenty years of his knowledge, and he desperately needed the personal guidance of a senior to recover.
"Click."
The wooden door slowly opened, and Candice walked into the room carrying a bowl of freshly made hot rice porridge. She burst out laughing when she saw the panda eyes on someone's face.
She is the future guardian of Aru Village, and has undergone professional training, so she generally doesn't smile.
Unless you can't help it.
Under someone's resentful gaze, the girl deftly put down the porcelain bowl, maintaining a serious expression.
"Mr. Mufeng, here's your hot porridge."
"Thank you, Candice."
Mu Feng's eyes were deep and thoughtful. It would be even better if the future guardian could suppress the corners of her mouth a little.
After the blue-haired girl with wheat-colored skin left the room, Mu Feng reluctantly picked up the bowl, intending to continue his unfinished feeding mission.
"Senior, open your mouth."
Farusan blushed slightly. She intended to politely decline, but since she had just escaped from the Crimson King's Mausoleum, she was still quite weak and had no choice but to reluctantly accept someone's thoughtful rehabilitation service.
Of course, everyone present must have selectively ignored the fact that Senior Farusan's dignity shattered completely amidst the deepening blush on her face.
The girl, who was over a hundred years old, actually had absolutely no experience interacting with the opposite sex.
Perhaps she was truly starving, or perhaps her image had already collapsed and she was ready to give up entirely; in any case, Mu Feng watched as the petite Farusan devoured a large pot of rice porridge in a flash, and his expression was quite interesting.
It can't be contained, no matter how you look at it, it can't be contained, right?
"You... you've been starving in the ruins for so long, it's perfectly reasonable for you to eat more, right?"
Farusan nervously twirled her long, light blue hair with her fingers, her face flushed as she avoided Mu Feng's strange gaze, muttering something under her breath.
The girl, whose carefully constructed facade had been shattered twice in front of her juniors, snapped.
Mu Feng nodded solemnly in agreement, quite pragmatically, and turned around to silently clean up the clean bowls and chopsticks.
There's nothing wrong with that; I'm just afraid that an angry older woman might come up and punch him in the right eye as well.
Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, he heard Farusan's weak voice behind him.
"Um... what time is it now?"
Mu Feng paused, his movement of pushing open the door frozen in mid-air.
What time is it now?
He paused for a moment, then answered carefully:
"It's noon now, senior, would you like to take a nap?"
He knew perfectly well what Farusan wanted to ask.
When I woke up, a hundred years had passed silently, like a bizarre and absurd dream.
Her family, friends, and mentors have all left her. Apart from a few books bearing her name, there is no trace of her left in the Academy.
This is no longer her world.
This is far too cruel for a young girl who has just escaped danger and is still very weak.
Although she will eventually have to face all of this, it's best to rest peacefully for now.
Noon?
Upon hearing Mu Feng's answer, Farusan seemed to understand something. She stopped asking questions, gently pulled up the blanket, and answered softly.
"A midday nap...a midday nap is so good..."
She lay down and buried her face in the pillow.
Mu Feng sighed, drew the curtains for Farusan, and then quietly left the room.
Let her have some peace and quiet.
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