The Cannon-Fodder Villainess Faked Her Death, Her Five Beast Mates Go Wild-Chapter 173: Promotional Board

When they arrived at the castle, Luo Fei, who was helping to purchase "medicine," hadn’t returned yet.

Putting Wen Shu on the soft chair, Wu Xuan took the Fire Stone to light the lamp, but seeing his lonely silhouette, Wen Shu chased a few steps and hugged his waist from behind.

The sudden embrace made Wu Xuan’s movements halt.

A gentle warmth on his back, he lowered his gaze to look at the hands entwined on his abdomen, a trace of sweet smile appeared at his lips.

"I’ll stay with you."

Wen Shu nuzzled against his back, stepped forward a few steps to take the Fire Stone, and lit the Glazed Lamp in a few tries.

The flickering flames spread a beautiful glow under the glazed cover.

She smiled and raised her eyes, her brows reflecting the light, and seeing Wu Xuan staring at her, she stood on tiptoe to kiss the side of his face.

"Shall we light the next one?"

The brilliant flames spread from the living room to the end of the hallway.

Wen Shu lit the last lamp, her eyes glanced outside, delaying the action of closing the lamp cover.

"Ashu, what’s wrong?"

Wu Xuan followed her gaze, his hand holding the Glazed Lamp tightening slightly.

Only to see a few misty whites, silently falling from the night sky at some unknown time.

"Is it snowing?"

Wen Shu furrowed her brows, stepping out of the castle in a few steps.

The slightly biting night wind picked up a few flakes of ice and snow that landed on her face. Faced with this unexpected snow, she felt bewildered.

But before she could think more, two tall and strong figures appeared out of nowhere, Rah at the forefront staggered a few steps, and fell straight into her arms.

The heavy scent of blood rushed towards her, Wen Shu could only make out the face splattered with blood.

"Ashu!"

Wu Xuan, who followed closely, grabbed Rah’s shoulder intending to toss him aside, unexpectedly a familiar blue figure suddenly attacked.

Wu Xuan, unprepared, was forced to step back a few paces; seeing it was Lan Ze, the wariness in his eyes eased a bit, "It’s you?"

He glanced at Wen Shu’s shoulder, seeing the blood-stained male, took a few strides to carry the man onto his shoulder, and frowned, "Your Black Thorn Valley’s entrance style is truly distinctive."

After speaking, he pulled Wen Shu’s wrist and headed into the castle.

Having spent time with him, Lan Ze noticed he meant no harm and quickly followed, earnestly requesting, "Female Wen Shu, please help treat Rah."

His politeness was something Wen Shu found a bit uncomfortable since last time they met, Lan Ze had attempted to attack her.

However, she wasn’t bothered by it.

This snow came suddenly, and Rah appeared so coincidentally, making her think more than necessary.

"How did he end up like this?"

Wen Shu glanced at Rah’s pale lips and asked softly.

Lan Ze understood her probing intention and looked at Rah’s face but didn’t hide anything.

"Went back to the valley to deal with some troublesome traitors..."

He looked at Wen Shu’s expression, and clearly articulated, "Also went to Dragon Island and killed Romande."

Upon understanding what he said, Wen Shu’s pupils trembled slightly.

Rah killed Romande?

Isn’t Romande the protagonist?

Does the protagonist’s self-destruction render the protagonist’s halo ineffective? Or is Romande’s destiny not important to the female lead?

Thinking of Bai Qiao, she examined Rah’s injuries and couldn’t help but look at Lan Ze, "Have you captured a female named Bai Qiao?"

Momentarily puzzled, Lan Ze thought briefly before showing confusion, "Never heard of that name, who is she?"

The unexpected answer left Wen Shu speechless for a moment, her thoughts swirling.

This means the female lead hasn’t been in contact with the Divine Tree Leaves yet.

Is this the real reason for the snow?

She held Rah’s cold arm, quickly healed him, and intended to leave once his injuries were recovered.

As her fingertips touched the door frame, Lan Ze suddenly stood up and seriously asked, "Will you accept Rah, female?"

Wen Shu lowered her gaze briefly, looked at Rah’s face in profile, then after a short silence, opened the room door, "We’ll move out of here soon, if he’s ever in danger again, he can find me for help."

The door creaked shut.

Lan Ze withdrew his gaze, walked slowly to the window sill, found a comfortable position to sit, "I told you long ago, you just wouldn’t believe."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rah, who had his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them.

He leaned against the headboard, clutching his arm, reminiscing about the warmth just now, annoyance bubbling up inside, "How is Luo Fei better than me?"

His friend once again turned cold and stubborn, Lan Ze had mentally prepared for this and had thought of a strategy.

He glanced at Rah, seeing him staring at his arm, resentment written all over his dark brows, he gently admonished before Rah could act impulsively.

"You can’t be unaware of the difference between the Valley and the Blood Alliance," he advised earnestly, "The contracts the females have made you sign are the best answer."

Everything Lan Ze said was true, but Rah was unwilling to listen,

He furrowed his brow, contemplated with a dark face for a few seconds, but still stood up, determined to confront someone.

Still so heedless of advice.

Lan Ze steadied his stance and softly restrained, "Rah, have you forgotten the lesson from last time? Don’t do something you’ll regret."

The heavy footsteps suddenly halted.

Lan Ze looked at his friend, his silhouette slightly stiff in the light, and suggested, "You still have a chance, but now, we need to go back to the Valley and address the concerns of those females..."

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In the pitch-black bedroom, Wen Shu lay in Wu Xuan’s sweltering embrace, once again unable to sleep.

She gazed at the night outside, where the snow and wind had vanished, feeling a tinge of worry about the plot slowly deviating from its path.

There’s still a month to the Divine Tree Celebration, not sure how long it will take for Yining to come find her, she doesn’t plan on waiting passively anymore.

She has to connect with the royal family and secure a chance to attend the celebration.

She remembers that the Queen of the Yisha Empire was severely ill early on due to the battle for the throne...

The medical shop was a great opportunity.

Having made up her mind, Wen Shu got up early the next morning, rushed to the shop, and with Luo Fei and Wu Xuan’s help, took three days to renovate the wooden house.

She bought many Totems and made promotional flyers.

The final step was erecting a brightly colored board filled with crooked characters.

At this moment, Wen Shu was adding the final exclamation mark.

After distributing the Totems, Luo Fei walked behind her, rubbing his chin and muttering, "All-natural treatments, uniquely formulated special medicines, specifically for internal injuries, bone injuries, and other difficult ailments... Free treatment for the first ten."

The characters learned recently weren’t attractive, but as he read them aloud, he finally understood Wen Shu’s intent for having him make the concoctions.

Luo Fei’s eyes crinkled with a smile, he spread his arms, affectionately pressing against Wen Shu’s back, whispered by her ear with a low laugh, "What a sly little trickster."

The warm breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver through her.

Wen Shu nudged him with her elbow, raising the paint in her hand, "Let go, I’m not done yet."

Seeing her focus entirely on the board, not even glancing back, Luo Fei eyed her fluffy neck, raising an eyebrow.

"Let me help you..."

He supported Wen Shu’s elbow, his large hand slowly sliding from her forearm down to her tender palm.

A shiver spread through her with his teasing actions.

Wen Shu’s breath caught, her ears turning warm.

But Luo Fei ignored her rigidity, bracing against her back, leaned forward slightly, and painted the bright red symbol.

"Like this, Ashu?"

A warm patch pressed against her cheek, Luo Fei’s deliberately lazy voice hummed through.

"Mm... yes."

Wen Shu, dizzy, barely comprehending her surroundings, responded randomly.

"Really?"

Luo Fei chuckled, his lips brushing against her soft cheek, gently clutching her chin, "Aren’t I great? Shouldn’t there be some reward..."

The chest against her back vibrated slightly, even as Wen Shu was unsure how to respond, her lips were lightly captured.

The touch unexpectedly gentle.

The sound of soft moisture entangled in their breaths.

Wen Shu felt a rush of shame, trying to pull away slightly, but the warmth pursued relentlessly, a large hand gripping her waist, holding her tightly to his chest.

Luo Fei let out a muffled groan, shifting restlessly.

"Mm."

Feeling something, Wen Shu’s face flushed with heat.

And just at that moment, a staggering set of footsteps halted behind them.

"Ahem!"