The Correct Way Of Feeding The Sick And Delicate Villain

The Correct Way Of Feeding The Sick And Delicate Villain Chapter 47

Secretly Quarreling (1)

Ding Yi stood there blankly as the system repeatedly urged her with its messages.

Mu Yueshi saw that she didn’t look too happy, and so he picked up her umbrella while saying: “Ding Yi, let’s go. That person isn’t anyone we know.” He was casually cold hearted.

It was a terrible situation, so Ding Yi really wanted to leave if she could.

But the system denied her wishes: Please reconsider, host! This is an important rivalry scene, if you skip it, you’ll lose 1000 points!

How vicious, all her efforts so far amounted to a measly two hundred points. The penalty for skipping the plot was worth five times her hard work.

She moaned and groaned internally, but alas Ding Yi could only resign herself. She turned her head away and dejectedly said to Mu Yueshi: “…How could you say you don’t know him when you’ve saved him? Alright, hurry up and give him a shoulder.”

Mu Yueshi’s face turned blue, denying coldly: “I didn’t save him!”

Ding Yi didn’t understand what was going on. Mu Yueshi seemed to be actively avoiding Jiang Mocheng as he hurriedly urged Ding Yi to leave.

“Heh,” sneered Jiang Mocheng, who had been silent until now.

He shot Mu Yueshi a dismissive side glance. Despite him looking quite rough, he didn’t show any sense of embarrassment. His prideful tone could almost be described as condescending: “Demon wretch.”

Ding Yi: ??!!!

What happened while I was away? How did the protagonist see through Mu Yueshi’s identity? What could have happened, to produce such a hostile atmosphere? Argh.

When Mu Yueshi heard those words, his face contorted and his gaze became sinister: “Shut up!”

The protagonist, young master Jiang’s aloof expression exuded a sense of fearless dignity: “Thou demon who managed to sneak into the land of Mount Yuling, if it weren’t for my injuries, I would turn thou into dust!”

Amazing. The protagonist was an arrogant and righteous person who despised all non-human supernatural entities, so he was acting very much in character.

Mu Yueshi’s expression became real ugly, his normally pretty face looked to be frozen stiff. He suddenly smirked: “Then it looks like you need to die here.”

Jiang Mocheng shot back a regal and aloof gaze, completely undaunted.

Mu Yueshi decided to not waste any more words as he flicked one of the swords on the ground into his hand with the tip of his foot.

He wanted to give the gentleman who was tempting death the very thing he desired.

It was then that Ding Yi gave into the system’s headache inducing alerts and stopped Mu Yueshi: “Alright, alright. Just stuff his mouth and bring him along for now.”

“What?”

“What!”

The two boys both went pale in the face as they both shouted the same thing.

Ding Yi could only cry into the wind.

Even the protagonist is mad at me. It’s just too much pressure.

In the end, she could only steel her resolve and say to the tense looking Mu Yueshi: “It-it’s not the time for questions! Anyways, just bring him along! Hurry up.”

Boss, that's the protagonist. He has plot armor, don’t you know? If he gets saved by someone else, your identity will be revealed, and you’ll be screwed. Anyways, might as well take the chance to make the protagonist indebted to us, even though it's a rough way to go about it.

Mu Yueshi was visibly hurt as his gaze grew darker. He didn’t understand Ding Yi’s plans, and so his desire to kill the brat became even stronger.

Jiang Mocheng’s breathing became ragged: “Don’t think you can do whatever you want! You’d be sorely mistaken if you…”

Mu Yueshi expressionlessly knocked out the dauntless young master with a swift chop to the neck, and with much dissatisfaction, lifted the young master onto one of his shoulders by the scruff of his neck.

He wasn’t happy about it, but he obeyed.

“Alright, alright.” Ding Yi picked up the umbrella and urged: “Let's hurry up and go back, we don’t want his wounds to worsen. Go, go, go.”

Mu Yueshi’s grim expression was as dark as the storm clouds in the sky.

He forced himself to not show any displeasure and coldly dragged Jiang Mocheng by his bleeding elbow, uncaring as to whether he would die.

After a few twists and turns, Ding Yi and Mu Yueshi finally brought their guest back to the house. Originally, having seen young master Jiang’s grave injuries, the alarmed Ding Yi wanted to go find a doctor, but Mu Yueshi stopped her.

Mu Yueshi: “His injuries can’t be cured by a normal doctor.”

It wasn’t just a flesh wound. Besides the external injuries, Jiang Mocheng’s soul seemed to have been tampered with, and the wounds on his back were strange, as if they'd been inflicted by a demon…

Of course, Mu Yueshi omitted the last part when he explained to Ding Yi.

He wanted to do some research in secret.

“Ah?” Ding Yi was at a loss: “Then what do we do?”

Mu Yueshi looked like it was none of his business.

“Don’t mind him, he won’t die,” he replied sarcastically.

After saying that, his expression immediately changed into that of a smile as he familiarly pushed Ding Yi out of the room: “It’s getting late. I made your favorite dishes, aren’t you hungry? Let’s go eat.”

“But…”

Mu Yueshi didn’t give Ding Yi any chance to talk. He gently pushed and coaxed Ding Yi out of the room.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, he flicked the door shut, his long, dark, amorous eyes not sparing the young master a single glance.

Ha, letting Ding Yi take care of you?

In your dreams.