Xiang Nan also leaned over and listened to the spies discussing issues with each other, but they were in a fog and didn't understand at all.
These spies are all "veteran hunters" who have been walking in the endless forest all year round. On the one hand, they rely on accurate data, and on the other hand, they judge safe routes based on their own rich jungle experience.
Xiang Nan didn't understand, so he asked, but those spies had to investigate a safe route every day, so they didn't have time to pay attention to Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan had no choice, so he went to find the little prince, he was a big celebrity around him, and the young prince was the leader of the team. Naturally, he gave an order, and all the spies had no choice but to explain to Xiang Nan patiently.
This process, being watched by the Saintess of the Five Lotuses, added to her disgust towards Xiang Nan.
For the next ten days, there was no disturbance at all. The endless forest was really too big. Although they rushed every day, they were still far away from the dangerous zone of the endless forest.
On this day, the team set up their tents and stopped to settle down.
There is a chef hired by the palace, who personally handles the spoon and provides meals for the explorers.
Here, there is no distinction of status or not. Everyone is queuing up to eat. Of course, the demon slayers have followers to help them, so they don't have to do it themselves.
"Saint." A strong martial artist leaned forward and nervously handed out a small bowl: "I caught a lot of meat, this bowl is for you to eat, I can't eat that much."
The saint smiled and took the bowl.
The strong man was immediately overjoyed, and ran away happily "jumping and jumping", as if he had received the mercy of the heavens.
Seeing this, other people ran over to show their courtesy.
But the saint bit her lip, and without looking at the others, she directly looked through the crowd and landed on Xiang Nan.
She came straight from the crowd and handed the bowl to Xiang Nan: "Mr. Xiang, this bowl is full of meat and oil. I can't eat it. Give it to you."
In the rear, everyone's eyes were about to burst into flames, and they all stared fiercely at Xiang Nan.
If Xiang Nan is a powerful warrior, with the beauty of a saintly lady, they will consider it unlucky.
But everyone thought that Xiang Nan was a son of a rich family, and he got such treatment only because of a good knife. They just felt it was very unfair.
Forty or fifty years old, is it amazing
Xiang Nan knew that the saint was being hypocritical and deliberately pretended to like him, but he was not polite, and took it over and ate it up.
The saint really... couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes. She tried her best to show herself as if she was very close to Xiang Nan, but her eyes couldn't be deceiving.
Seeing that Xiang Nan wiped his mouth with his sleeve after eating, the saint finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned her head away.
That night, everyone sang and chatted around the bonfire, while the little prince put his arm around Xiang Nan's shoulders and yelled at Mr. Xiang one by one.
It was late at night, and except for the patrolling people, everyone else fell asleep.
Xiang Nan looked at the night with his arms on his pillow, there was a round moon hanging in the sky that day, bright and beautiful.
Seeing things and thinking about others, Xiang Nan thought of his master, and couldn't help but feel emotional.
Master, master, you are still in good health. My apprentice is in a different world, so I can't visit you often. I hope you are all well and don't worry about it.
Xiang Nan turned around, his eyes were slightly red.
At this time, the tent not far away was opened, and a gust of wind drifted away.
Xiang Nan rubbed his eyes, performed the fugue technique, let his consciousness leave the body, and followed him.
The holy girl floated across a barren mountain, and met the other two girls at the back mountain.
"I really can't stand it anymore." The saint poured out her bitterness, "You don't know how annoying that Xiang Nan is!"
"Today I warmly delivered food to him, but he took it shamelessly and even ate it all in front of my face. He really has no grace at all."
The woman in red giggled and said, "You are the one who delivered the food again, and you are not allowed to eat it. Junior sister, what is your reasoning?"
The saint stomped her feet angrily: "Anyway, I just can't understand him!"
The woman in Tsing Yi joked: "That's because our junior sister already has Mr. Bai in her heart, and I can't tolerate any man anymore."
"You let junior sister go to pretend to be close to Xiang Nan, junior sister will feel disgusted no matter what."
The saint sighed: "What should I do? My reaction during the day must have made Xiang Nan aware of it. How could he believe that I like him?"
The woman in red said: "That's even better. You can dislike him first, and then pretend to get to know him slowly. In the process, you are moved by his experience. How can he not believe it?"
"You just ask him about his life experience, background, etc. How can such a person have any big setbacks and big stories, and he can brag about any small twists and turns for months."
"Just pretend to empathize with him and sympathize with him, that's all."
Xiang Nan was dumbfounded when he heard that, and thought to himself, so there are so many ways to talk about love? I feel that it is difficult to create a martial art.
"But...but I just can't sympathize with him." The saint frowned.
The woman in red said: "You are stupid, when he tells stories, you just imagine him as Mr. Bai, it's fine if you don't."
"Oh, let's try it." The saint shook her head.
Sure enough, the next day, the saint again looked for opportunities to get close to Xiang Nan.
As a result, the people in the team became more and more hostile towards Xiang Nan.
They firmly believe that the Holy Maiden will never be seduced by Xiang Nan's huge background, the Holy Maiden is not such a realistic woman!
It must be this Xiang Nan who used some sweet words to deceive the saint's peace of mind.
But because of the face of the little prince, no one really dared to trouble Xiang Nan. After meeting, they were still polite to Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan clearly sees the complex world in the small circle, but does not comment.
He is just a bystander, and he only regards himself as a bystander.
If this is the case in a small circle, how is it not the case in the sea-like martial arts arena.
Xiang Nan didn't care about anything, the saint gave him food, and he opened his mouth to eat, and gave him wine, and he opened his mouth to drink.
She gave herself a small purse, and she honestly snatched it away.
He deliberately wanted to make the saint hate him even more, but to see how far she could endure.
As expected, the holy girl had a very good temper, and she refused to explode. Every time Xiang Nan made a "shameless" move, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and endured it.
That night, the saint invited Xiang Nan to a place where flowers were blooming.
The flowers in the endless forest are not bright, but they are bright enough, red as blood, white as frost, and black as night. The coquettish big flowers are blooming beautifully, adding a bit of ambiguity to the hazy night.
Xiang Nan poked out his ears and looked at the saint boredly.
The saint also stared straight at Xiang Nan, she kept closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.
After several internal struggles, he smiled slightly: "Young Master Xiang usually acts so dissolute, but in his heart, he must be a person with a story, am I right?"
"People like you like to hide your sadness and leave the sunny side to outsiders. In fact, few people in the world can understand your true heart, but I understand you."
Xiang Nan nodded slyly: "Yes, I have a story."
The saint nodded, her mind was finally on the right track, and she pretended to be affectionate and said: "Young master, can you tell me."
Xiang Nan sighed, with tears in his eyes, and said: "When I was five years old, Wangcai, who I raised, died. Alas... a heartbroken man is at the end of the world. Every time I think of this time, my heart breaks."
The saint smiled, but her veins were clenched in her small fists, and she was enduring with all her might.