Chapter 169 – He is Her Ingredient (2) (1/2)

Chapter 169 – He is Her Ingredient (2)

The boy slightly pursed his little mouth but no longer spoke. His eyelashes became dripping wet.

Ning Xuemo continued to kick the water. It took her a while before realizing he was not moving at all. She feared that he was planning a new trick again.

It was true that he wasn’t incanting anything. He was quite well-behaved, and his little face lightly rested on her chest.

The lake’s surface undulated with waves. The platform of green foliage had already disappeared without a trace.

The lake was like a mirror reflecting the moonlight. Ning Xuemo could almost believe that she was still in a dream if it wasn’t for the child currently in her arms.

She quickly reached the shore with the ginseng child. She felt tired and sweat could be seen on her forehead.

She sat on a big stone, but still did not dare to let the child down on the ground, continuing to carry him.

As a ginseng, it should have the ability to escape through the ground. If she was to put him on the ground, perhaps it would slip underground without being seen…

How would she be able to eat him then?

Ning Xuemo’s gaze lay on that child and her hesitation could be seen. Suddenly, she understood Elder Tang Seng’s[1] state of mind at the time when he ate a ginseng fruit[2].

The ginseng fruit Tang Seng received was merely shaped like a little baby, really a fruit and nothing else. But when it came to eating this ginseng child, it wasn’t just a matter of biting it with a crunch.

When looking at this thing in her arms which could speak and move, with warm and tender skin, glittering big eyes and captivating red lips, it seemed too much like like a human child. Such a heaven devastating beauty made her unable to bite it!

No matter where she wanted to bite him, she felt like it was a sin to hurt him!

She wasn’t a softhearted person. To stay alive, she had left numerous corpses in her wake, but amongst those, none belonged to a child. Not to mention eating a child…

It appeared that compared to her, Zhang Guolao was more vicious and merciless. Sniff, sniff!

Perhaps she should just close her eyes and throw him inside a pot to stew. Unfortunately, there was no pot or firewood available.

This place seemed quite weird. Although the lake was surrounded by tall trees everywhere, no dead leaves or dried up branches could be found.