After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Chapter 206 Dream of a Past Life (12)

A shout came from the crowd, and the cultivators and demons reacted, all looking in the direction of the Cloud Mist Fruit.

Sure enough, someone picked all the cloud fruit while they weren't looking!

They ignored the few remaining ones on the tree; with so many of them, how could those few be enough to go around?

"You little thief, quickly hand over the Cloud Mist Fruit!"

Yun Zhao picked another Cloud Mist Fruit, waved to them, and smiled brightly, "What little thieves? Whoever picks it keeps it."

"I'm done picking, bye-bye~"

She took out a teleportation talisman, quickly activated it, and at the moment she was teleported, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck Yun Zhao from the sky!

Yun Zhao: "??!"

Immediately, her body fell backward uncontrollably, with a cliff right behind her!

Yun Zhao couldn't move her entire body except for her mind. She was fully aware that she was falling, but she couldn't do anything about it.

She was frantic, cursing the sudden bolt of lightning over and over again, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop herself from falling.

I can only hope the fall is gentle. Demons have thick skin and tough flesh. Although I won't die from the fall, it will still hurt!

Just before landing, Yun Zhao closed her eyes; she couldn't bear to see her body hurt so badly from the fall.

But she didn't feel any pain; instead, she felt a soft, yielding sensation beneath her, as if she had fallen onto something.

Hmm, it looks like a person.

Yun Zhao tried to open her eyes to see what was happening, but she couldn't open them no matter what she did. After that, she fell into a coma.

Qi Yan, who was used as a cushion by her, coughed up a mouthful of blood and almost died on the spot!

Fortunately, he was a demon, with thick skin and flesh, and after a while, he was able to recover.

Realizing that the person on top of him was not moving, Qi Yan crawled out from under her, and was stunned at first glance.

The woman's eyes were closed, her hair was disheveled, and bloodstains from somewhere had splattered on her pale face, adding to her pitiful appearance.

Qi Yan clutched his chest, feeling like he might have been stunned by the impact; his heart was pounding rapidly.

thump thump thump--

It's about to jump out of my body.

He knew this was the feeling of being moved.

To prevent her first love from ending without a trace, Qi Yan checked Yun Zhao's breath and found that he was still breathing, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up Yun Zhao and turned to walk towards his little bamboo house.

When Yun Zhao woke up again, he found himself in excruciating pain all over his body, as if he had been bumped and bruised a thousand or eight hundred times.

Of course, when you fall off a cliff, you're bound to get bumped a few times.

Enduring the pain, she got up and saw that her hands and feet were bandaged.

Did someone save her?

That's not important. What's important is that Yun Zhao was horrified to discover that her cultivation level had dropped to the Foundation Establishment stage!

Damn lightning, why did it have to strike her?!

"you're awake?"

A gentle voice came from the doorway. Yun Zhao turned his head and saw a man dressed in green standing there.

The man had exquisite features, and his dark hair was tied loosely with a blue ribbon, hanging casually down his back, with only a strand of hair falling beside his face.

A look of amazement flashed in Yun Zhao's eyes.

Qi Yan walked over to her, sat on the bamboo chair by the bed, and poured her a glass of water.

"You must be thirsty. Have a glass of water to soothe your throat."

Yun Zhao took it and whispered a thank you.

She was clearly shy, a blush rising on her face.

If the people of Lingxu Palace saw her, they would definitely yell and shower her with glutinous rice.

No matter who you are, get off our Palace Master!

Yun Zhao sipped her water slowly. Qi Yan tightened his grip on her hand and casually asked, "By the way, I still don't know your name, young lady. How did you end up at the bottom of this cliff?"

“By the way,” Qi Yan said with a smile, “let me introduce myself first. My name is Qi Yan, and I am a demon.”

Yun Zhao looked up at him, "Demon race?"

Qi Yan nodded, appearing calm on the surface, but inwardly she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Does she dislike the demon race?

Indeed, how could humans like demons? It's already a miracle they didn't immediately call for their destruction.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Qi Yan's eyes. He should have known better than to listen to his subordinates' nonsense. He should have kept his identity a secret for now and planned things slowly.

"My name is Yun Zhao, and I am a rogue cultivator."

Yun Zhao's voice rang out, and Qi Yan looked up at her in surprise, "Don't you hate me?"

Why should I hate you?

Yun Zhao was puzzled, "You are my savior, I am grateful to you, why would I hate you?"

"Because I am a demon," Qi Yan smiled helplessly, "Cultivators have always disliked both demons and monsters."

“That’s an ordinary cultivator,” Yun Zhao tilted his head. “I’m a second-rate one; I like the demon race.”

Sigh, she is a demon, how could she hate herself?

"really?"

Qi Yan was quite surprised, and a hint of joy rose in his heart. "This is the first time I've heard of someone liking the demon race. Miss Yun, you are so special."

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "No, I just think that whether it is a human, a demon, or a monster, there are good and bad, and we shouldn't generalize."

“For example, Young Master Qi, you saved me from falling off a cliff. You are a good demon.”

Yun Zhao gave him a good demon card.

When asked why she fell off the cliff, Yun Zhao raised her hand and wiped away non-existent tears. "To be honest, Young Master Qi, I have a younger brother. We siblings depend on each other for survival."

"But he has a terminal illness, and I heard that the cloud and mist fruit can cure it, so I came here to try my luck."

"After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I tried to grab one, but unfortunately, I couldn't beat the others and was knocked off the cliff. My poor little brother..."

Thousands of miles away in Lingxu Palace, Wu You was walking along the road when he suddenly sneezed three times.

He rubbed his nose. "Thinking, cursing, and muttering—who's muttering about me? Could it be the Palace Master? I knew I was the one the Palace Master cared about the most!"

Seeing her wiping away tears, Qi Yan was at a loss. "You, you don't cry. It's just a Cloud Mist Fruit, right? I have some here."

After saying that, he took out a jade box and handed it to Yun Zhao, "Here, this is the Cloud Mist Fruit. It's for you, for your uncle... cough, to cure your brother's illness."

Yun Zhao was dumbfounded. She originally wanted to make up an excuse for jumping off the cliff, and then use her tragic background and the excuse of recuperating to stay here.

But she never expected that Qi Yan would have Cloud Mist Fruit!

What excuse is she going to use to stay?!

Yun Zhao was lost in thought and didn't notice Qi Yan's slip of the tongue.

She looked delighted, declined briefly, but then accepted it.

"But I still have injuries..."

Yun Zhao said with distress, "I don't know when I'll be able to recover from my injuries and go home to treat my younger brother."

Qi Yan hesitated, holding a healing pill in his hand, wondering whether to give it to Yun Zhao.

Helping her recover quickly will undoubtedly earn her favor.

But if we let Yun Zhao go, we won't know where to find her.

At least not now. His injuries haven't healed yet, and he probably won't even be able to leave Yunwu Mountain.