Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 905: Chapter 722: The Long and Arduous Road Is Truly Like Iron, and Now I Will Start Anew

The wind exerted itself like an uprooted mountain.

The rain poured down as if a river had broken its banks.

The next day, a May thunderstorm poured down.

Much like the restless night.

Jiang Dali, wearing an open-chested robe, sweated profusely, much like a large black bear, searching around in the wine storage room.

Finally, he selected a top-quality Floral Carving wine.

He opened the sealing.

Pouring a large bowl full of clear, bubbly wine, he first gulped down more than half, then looked toward the two women muttering at the door, gesturing with the wine jar.

Murong Qingqing cast a suspicious yet rejecting glance.

Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, blushed deeply, waving her hand repeatedly. Her smooth forehead was glistening with delicate beads of sweat due to the sultry May rainstorm, with even her exquisite nose sweating from nervousness.

Murong Qingqing pulled Wang Yuyan to the corner of the roof outside and said, ”Hey! You still say it’s not so. Look, you’re sweating all over from nervousness.”

”No, it’s not, it’s just that the weather is very stuffy.”

Wang Yuyan hastily explained, grabbing Murong Qingqing’s fingers.

”Really?”

Murong Qingqing suspiciously looked at Wang Yuyan’s blushing face, like a ripe peach, ”But I clearly heard some noises yesterday. You seemed to have cried out... and your fingers are also sweaty now.”

”Oh, you...”

Wang Yuyan pulled back her fingers, her face turned even redder, her heart pounding as if on fire, fanning herself with annoyance, ”You were eavesdropping... The village chief was indeed right.”

After saying this, Wang Yuyan’s previously tense body and spirit relaxed, as if feeling deflated yet nostalgic, with a complicated expression she stamped her foot, ”Anyway, don’t ask anymore, I will never listen to you doing such embarrassing things again.”

”You silly girl... I just told you that if you got the village chief drunk, or if you got yourself drunk with the village chief, your wish might come true. Whether man or woman, with alcohol, anything can ignite.”

”But the village chief wasn’t drunk, I wasn’t drunk either, and neither were you.

This not only failed to ignite anything but was quite awkward.”

You were caught eavesdropping, and I... I... I just leaned against his back sleeping all night.”

As Wang Yuyan said this, she inhaled deeply, feeling both on the verge of tears and laughter, her emotions surging like a tide, unable to calm down.

In her mind, she kept saying, Wang Yuyan, you are crazy, you must be crazy, how could you be so shameless.

Murong Qingqing also looked at Wang Yuyan, speechless and not knowing what to say.

Instinct told her that surely something else had happened yesterday.

Because there was indeed some unusual noise.

But now looking at Wang Yuyan’s appearance, it didn’t seem like she was lying.

She suddenly regretted not insisting on listening longer yesterday out of fear that the village chief would come to settle accounts, as this thought crossed her mind, she suddenly became alert again.

What kind of concern am I harboring? Why am I trying to facilitate these things? Is it because of loneliness for too long?

Previously she kept telling herself it was to help Wang Yuyan.

But now she felt some regret.

Because through this matter, she did indeed witness the magic and madness of love.

Even someone as well-read, reserved, and shy as Wang Yuyan would have such an outrageous night.

Even though she was there to encourage and support, borrowing some influence from the alcohol, it was still surprising...

As her thoughts fluctuated.

A darkness crossed the corner of Murong Qingqing’s eye.

Jiang Dali’s towering, strong figure, like a Black Bear Spirit, appeared beside her with an intimidating presence, cold as water, pulling on her delicate, small ear until it almost stretched as long as noodles.

”Ah!!”

”It was indeed you making mischief? Otherwise, Xiao Wang wouldn’t have so many tricks up her sleeve. I think you’ve been far too itchy recently! How dare you play tricks on me?”

”Let... let go! I know I was wrong.”

”Without giving you some lessons, you won’t know the methods of this village chief.”

Jiang Dali coldly snorted, extended his hand, and tapped seven times on Murong Qingqing’s upper body, sealing her acupoint.

Immediately, Murong Qingqing couldn’t move, her graceful body tense in the storm, getting drenched and resembling a drowned rat, and looking at Jiang Dali with distressed, pleading eyes, all sorts of thoughts arose in her mind, feeling inferior and self-pitying.

Under the impact of the cold rain, her messy hair, with droplets bouncing between her fair skin and red lips, her mind became exceptionally clear, yet involuntarily that figure in the hat and Green Clothes reemerged.

Unknowingly, that figure seemed to gradually overlap with the sturdy, imposing man in front of her.

”Murong Qingqing, what are you thinking?”

She was startled.

”Loneliness” is sometimes a pleasure, yet it provokes recollections of things one ought not to think of.

Reason keeps one clear-headed, but love confuses.

”Village chief! This, this is not Murong sister’s fault.”

Wang Yuyan hurriedly stood up to dissuade him, but facing Jiang Dali’s warning cold eyes, she immediately closed her mouth again.

Looked miserably at the immobile Murong Qingqing, feeling helpless, and at the same time thought of Jiang Dali’s mention of ”tricks,” which made her feel bashful and hot all over, just needing some rain to cool down.

At that moment, she gritted her teeth and rushed into the rain and said.

”Village chief, if you want to punish Sister Murong, then punish me too, it was partially my mistake yesterday.”

Jiang Dali looked at the two women standing in the rain.

The sound of wind and rain around rose and fell rhythmically, seeming lively and full of vigor.

A sense of utmost serenity and beauty surged from Jiang Dali’s heart.

He remembered the last conversation with Wan Wan when leaving the Yin Gui Sect.

Remember that time, it was in a small pavilion built at the cliff edge by the Yin Gui Sect, facing the majestic sunset and the beautiful scene of weary birds returning to the forest.