Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Ge’er Is Not Behaving

A powerful presence crushed everything in the forest.

Mu Ge cursed inwardly: ’What bad luck!’ But suddenly, she heard a voice that was unforgettable—

”Little Ge’er isn’t being good again.”

The tone that should have been arrogant, dignified, and cold, instead carried a sweetness that could melt hearts.

Mu Ge froze for a moment, and the next second, she found herself in a warm and powerful embrace. Even through the clothing, she could feel the firmness of the muscles.

A familiar exotic fragrance wafted to her, entering her nostrils.

Then, a peerlessly handsome face appeared in her eyes. The features, godlike and stunning without a trace of flaw, seemed to emit a faint glow.

”Pervert!” Mu Ge gritted her teeth and squeezed out the word.

The newcomer was startled, and the word ’pervert’ crawled into his heart like ants through his ears. Those teeth-gritting words reminded him of their first meeting.

Under the cold moon, accompanied by fireflies, the lone girl stood in the stream, washing away the dirt with tranquility.

She was the first who dared to meet his gaze, dared to question him.

Yet, this person wasn’t even from the Red Realm.

When he displayed his astonishing powers before her, he did not see fear and humility but rather a strong will to win.

Moreover, she saw his astounding beauty yet, unlike other women, did not show any infatuation. Except for the initial astonishment, he never saw any other emotion.

Those calm and tranquil eyes made his heart, dormant for countless years, suddenly stir. It seemed he wanted to deeply imprint his shadow in those eyes, eager to see them break their calm demeanor.

She was special.

On that stunning face, his well-defined and handsome features gradually softened, his lips curled in a faint smile. He lowered his eyes, looking at the injured and alluring woman in red in his arms. The gaudy red, which he usually detested, seemed beautiful on her.

As if only this intense red could highlight her uniqueness in this world.

The tattered red dress was stained with blood and dirt. Despite being covered in wounds, that exquisite little face was filled with defiance and resilience.

”Let go of me, you old monster!” Held in the arms of a peerlessly handsome man in white like snow, Mu Ge felt no romance. Knowing she couldn’t beat this man, she could only express her displeasure verbally.

Old monster?

Si Mo’s eyebrows, as sharp as swords, cocked slightly. When did he become an old monster?

”You’re injured.” Although puzzled in his heart, Si Mo still suppressed his confusion and reminded Mu Ge.

Mu Ge rolled her eyes inwardly. She didn’t need him to remind her; she knew she was injured.

”Nonsense,” Mu Ge turned her gaze away, snorting coldly.

The icy attitude didn’t anger Si Mo but instead intrigued him further.

”Did he injure you?” When Si Mo’s gaze strayed from Mu Ge, it reverted to its usual solitary and noble demeanor. As he looked at the corpse of Elder Beiming, a brewing killing intent was visible in the depths of his amber-like intoxicating eyes.

Would anyone dare harm someone he cared about?

”Yes, he hurt me, and I killed him. We’re even,” Mu Ge replied calmly. She had no idea why she explained it like that.

Si Mo was startled, amused in his heart.

Is that how it’s calculated? Someone hurt her, she killed them, and they’re even? Though something seemed off, Si Mo couldn’t deny liking this way of settling scores.

Especially this way, applied to Mu Ge. He even thought it was fitting.

Of course, what if she hurt someone?

Well, if she hurt someone, so be it. If Little Ge’er didn’t kill them, shouldn’t they be grateful for her mercy?

If at this moment, Si Mo’s thoughts were known by the secretive followers Gu Ya and Gu Ye, they’d probably hold their heads and cry, mourning how their master’s worldview had slowly been distorted.

”Be good, eat this medicine.” As he spoke, a glowingly green, fragrant Elixir appeared in Si Mo’s broad hand.

Mu Ge glanced at the Elixir and turned her gaze away, refusing: ”No need.”

In Si Mo’s eyes, Mu Ge’s refusal seemed like a child’s tantrum. He furrowed his brows slightly, coaxed softly: ”Taking the medicine will make you feel better.”

”No need, don’t want it, won’t take it.”

”Little Ge’er, be good, just take one.”

”I won’t take it! I’m warning you, don’t call me by such sappy names again!”

”If you obediently take the medicine, I’ll consider your suggestion.”

”You get lost!”

Their childish banter spread further with the wind, reaching the ears of the two who were secretly guarding.

Both couldn’t help but shiver and exchanged glances.

’Master is really sick.’

’And it’s not a mild sickness.’

’What to do?’

’No solution...’

The two tearfully turned their heads. Why did the wise and invincible master they admired feel like he was slowly drifting away?