Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 9
Ning Ning didn’t expect Lin Xun to agree to watch the moon with her.
After all, Lin Xun has just joined their sect not long ago. The two of them only has a face to face relationship in other words acquaintance—but it could even be hardly called like that since they never even exchange words prior to their conversation now.
In the original plot, the original owner just barely touched his hand but he was not even hesitant to avoid it—but now the little prince of the dragon palace not only didn’t he dislike her touch1 but also accepted the invitation to enjoy the moon.
Ning Ning now understands as to why so many people were striving to be the first and fearing to be the last at attending the competition.
“But Senior Sister, rather than going out to enjoy the moon, shouldn’t we…”
Lin Xun hesitated for a moment as he looked down making his long eyelashes covered his black eyes. When he spoke again, his voice this time was clear as white as dumpling.
“Clean your room first?”
When he spoke with his head down, Ning Ning was able to recklessly take a closer look at this little brother of hers.
The little prince of the dragon palace was considered an important character in the original plot. Because of his kind nature, he has good relationship with Pei Ji, who was a loner, making his screen time on the plot increases.
Compared with Pei Ji’s hostility and unpredictable demonic temperament, the little white lotus persona of Lin Xun look more clean and shining.
This elegant graceful youngster was like a jade tree that gives light to life, he was like a running water that gives unending longing—all of these were reflected on his white and delicate face.
He was still young, the childishness between his eyebrows and eyes were still evident. Those pair of glass like black eyes filled with gentleness as it reflected the night and the trembling long eyelashes like butterfly wings casting a thin shadow.
The white robe that outlines the young man’s upright and lean figure in the silent of the night was like a straight and sharp long sword.
However, looking at his deliberately dodging eyes and his red ears he looked more like an introverted and shy little brother in the neighborhood than a once-in-a-thousand-year sword cultivator.
Ning Ning looked at him and then at the black wall behind him and asked in a less certain tone.
“Would you like to join me? To clean the room?”
Lin Xun still did not look up nor did he speak and just nodded his head gently.
As it turns out, Lin Xun was really not much like a spoiled royal child.
When Ning Ning was still struggling with the debris of the furnace, he already cleaned up finished sorting the parts of the table. The missing legs and arms of the chair and even the brain that was blown away as well as the scraps that fell on the ground under the blast impact.
He was really too skilled, so skilled that Ning Ning couldn’t help but asked.
“Do you do this often at home?”
“I learned after entering the sect.”
Lin Xun smiled embarrassedly.
“Master told me that this is necessary path for sword cultivation.”
He’s only been here for a short time and now look how the kid converted.
Ning Ning couldn’t help but asked herself.
“Obviously it’s so hard for us to make money, but why is it so easy for people to make money from us?”
Lin Xun who was helping her move the bookcase, stopped and continued after a moment of hesitation.
“I have a friend who taught me some ways to be frugal—this is just my friend’s way which I, I haven’t tried.”
Feeling the gaze of Ning Ning was directly at him, the little white dragon prince breathed in panic.
“Roughly,….if your robe is damage there is no need to buy new, just find a piece of white cloth, cut it and then paint the could pattern with gold paint.”
Ning Ning glance at his sleeve in horror.
The dark gold pattern were as crooked as those of Parkinson’s patients. Where the dragons should have been embroidered, they were painted with a strange big loach with teeth and feet larger than its head instead.
Lin Xun added with his head still hanging down.
“The rain in rainy days must not be wasted, you can boil and use them to take a bath next, which was cleaner than the water in the pond. After eating watermelon and pumpkin the melon skin can be preserve and fried for the next meal so as to have another dish.”
Ning Ning was shocked.
She really wanted to ask him.
This friend you are talking about, is it yourself?
But this question was so hurtful, in order to take account of the little dragon prince’s self-esteem she forced herself not to say anything.
The heaven would have send on a large task so that people’s hearts and mind would suffer, then they would labor their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin.
So was this the number one sword sect in the world? Because it seems that they were especially targeted by this task.
The other sects were teaching techniques and sword skills, only Xuanxu sect was teaching in an refreshing and unconventional way.
If this was a textbook, she was afraid this was like a painting style:
Compulsory 1: Being Poor is Self-Cultivation.
Compulsory 2: Domestic Work and Caring for Mother Geese.
Compulsory 3: My Mushroom Stealing Friend—a lesson or two about stealing vegetables when they are penniless.
Absolutely it was a poor man’s advance guidebook.
“By the way Senior Sister.”
Seeing that her face was paler, Lin Xun thought Ning Ning hadn’t accepted her bankruptcy so he took a closer looked at her and carefully took out a brilliant looking white bead from his sleeve.
“I didn’t bring much money this time when I left, only the night pearl was worth the money—if you do not mind take it for some spirit stones.”
How could he say “didn’t bring so much money”?
Lin Xun left his house poorly, just because the master had told him that the sword cultivation was never confined to things outside his body.
touch1– hah I wonder when did she touch her, haha her mind was mixed with the plot and the current happening