11: So...are you willing to be my relative?

She had never seen anyone willing to risk their life for others; most people just dragged others in to take the fall for them.

"Because they... are my family!"

Wang Feng's words grew increasingly outrageous, his gaze fixed on Jiang Hanxi like a torch.

"Family? Heh heh, too bad I've never experienced that feeling, and I probably never will."

Jiang Hanxi said this expressionlessly while adjusting the chaotic spiritual energy within Wang Feng's body.

In her heart, she was mocking herself. To outsiders, it seemed her master had taught her very well.

But there was no sense of family at all.

The pressure she bore was known only to her; if she made any mistake in cultivation, her master would either hit or scold her, only then continuing to guide her.

Fortunately, her talent was strong; usually, if she didn't learn something the first time, she would grasp it after the second attempt.

However, she didn't hate her master. Without her master, she would have long been devoured outside and wouldn't have achieved what she had today.

"Then... would you like to become my family?"

Seeing the timing was right, Wang Feng quickly threw out a multiple-choice question to Jiang Hanxi.

This question startled Jiang Hanxi, and her gaze lingered on Wang Feng's chest, but she quickly snapped back to reality.

"Alright, you should be mostly recovered now."

Jiang Hanxi didn't answer Wang Feng's question, instead coldly changing the subject.

"Ding, Host, why did you always want to kill her before?"

The System, having watched Wang Feng's actions the whole time, also spoke up.

Isn't this Host very good at flirting? Why did he only ever want to kill this Ice Empress before?

Wang Feng ignored the System and thanked Jiang Hanxi.

"Thank you."

Wang Feng was about to get up when he suddenly saw a bowl of meat soup on the table. Good heavens, another round was coming.

Wang Feng pretended to get up, but halfway, as if lacking strength, he fell back onto the bed with a thud.

Jiang Hanxi quickly grabbed his arm to help him sit up properly.

"I... I'm hungry..."

Seeing Jiang Hanxi still sitting there, Wang Feng had no choice but to speak up himself.

"Mm."

What do you mean 'mm'? Take that bowl of meat soup from the table!

Of course, Wang Feng only dared to roar this in his heart.

Fortunately, Jiang Hanxi did get up to bring the bowl of meat soup over, otherwise Wang Feng's act wouldn't have worked.

"Eat."

Jiang Hanxi handed the wooden bowl containing the meat soup and a wooden spoon to Wang Feng, speaking indifferently.

Wang Feng could only tremblingly reach out, weakly extending his hand towards the bowl in Jiang Hanxi's hand.

He looked as if the moment he took the bowl, it would fall to the ground.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Hanxi frowned and said, "I'll go find someone to feed you."

With that, she turned to leave the room, but Wang Feng quickly stopped her.

"Wait, it's so late now, everyone in the village must already be asleep. Also, aren't you a person?"

"Never mind, I won't eat then..."

Wang Feng's tone carried a hint of desolation as he said this, his voice gradually trailing off.

"Mm."

Jiang Hanxi saw he wasn't eating and didn't force him.

Wang Feng was smiling on the outside but cursing internally. I said I wouldn't eat, and you actually won't let me eat.

And you even said 'mm'. When a man says no, he means yes, don't you understand?

Jiang Hanxi put the bowl of meat soup back on the table and said coldly, "You should sleep well on the bed tonight. I'll just sleep on the floor."

Wang Feng closed his eyes, too exhausted to reply to her. He was truly exasperated with Jiang Hanxi.

Seeing he made no move, Jiang Hanxi sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the wall, and went to sleep.

Her cultivation at the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm was not enough to support her staying awake for an entire day and night.

Moreover, she had activated the Cold Sword several times during the day, which also made her a bit sleepy.

The two of them slept quietly like this until midnight when Wang Feng woke up, awakened by hunger—this time, he was truly hungry.

However, he couldn't just normally go and take the bowl of meat soup from the table, or Jiang Hanxi would surely know he was deceiving her.

Wang Feng, resigned, decided to roll to get the bowl of meat soup.

Preferably, he could wake Jiang Hanxi up, so his act could continue.

Wang Feng adjusted his mindset, preparing himself mentally; a wave of pain was inevitable soon.

With a fierce resolve, he instantly rolled off the bed. His face, which had already recovered to a rosy complexion, immediately turned bruised from the fall. It truly hurt.

He thumped as he rolled off the bed, then continued to roll, his arms and legs hitting the ground with knocking sounds.

Jiang Hanxi was also startled awake by the noise and cautiously looked around.

What met her eyes was a crawling thing on the ground, oh no, there was a man crawling on the ground towards the bowl of meat soup on the table, like a maggot.

Who else could that man be but the miserable Wang Feng?

Wang Feng knew Jiang Hanxi was awake but pretended not to, continuing to slowly crawl towards the table with his seemingly weak body.

After crawling for a while, he simply collapsed powerlessly on the ground. He was betting on whether Jiang Hanxi would come and help him.

If she didn't, then so be it, he'd just sleep on the ground for the night, though he was quite hungry.

Jiang Hanxi finally couldn't bear to watch anymore. She got up, walked to his side, squatted down, helped him up, and then helped him back onto the bed.

Wang Feng subtly inhaled the warm body scent beside him, feeling it was truly wonderful.

"Do you want to drink this bowl of meat soup?"

Jiang Hanxi stood by the bed, looking at Wang Feng, and spoke coldly. Her tone was much better than the mutual curses they exchanged in their previous eight lives whenever they met.

"Mm, I'm hungry..."

At this moment, Wang Feng appeared pitiful, like a little delicate wife.

"It's cold."

Jiang Hanxi glanced at the already cold meat soup and continued.

"It's okay, I used to eat things worse than this. I'm hungry..."

Hearing Wang Feng's words of extreme hunger, Jiang Hanxi helplessly walked over, picked up the bowl of meat soup, and came over.

"I can't hold it."

At this point, Wang Feng played the 'utterly weak' card.

"Open your mouth."

Jiang Hanxi's cold voice entered Wang Feng's ears. Wang Feng was ecstatic; Jiang Hanxi had finally taken the bait.

Wang Feng opened his mouth. Jiang Hanxi held the bowl, scooped a spoonful of meat soup, and fed it into Wang Feng's mouth.

Wang Feng swallowed it down in one gulp. This was a genuine reaction because he was truly hungry!

"Ah~"

"Gulp~"

"Ah~"

The meat soup gradually dwindled as the wooden spoon repeatedly scooped and lowered it.

Wang Feng watched the entire time as this woman, who had killed him eight times, concentrated on feeding him soup.

Beautiful, she was truly too beautiful, especially her focused expression.

Wang Feng admitted that, in his previous eight lives, he had already harbored improper thoughts towards Jiang Hanxi.

It was just that their realms were too different; they were not on the same level at all.

Wang Feng in his previous lives was also incredibly arrogant, which ultimately led to them becoming enemies.

"Does it look good?"

Jiang Hanxi asked coldly as she fed the last mouthful to Wang Feng.

"It looks good."

Wang Feng answered her subconsciously, and then came her cold gaze.

"Uh..., my corpse is a bit uncomfortable, I'm going to sleep first."

Wang Feng's heart trembled under her gaze, and he didn't even realize he had misspoken, frantically searching for bedding.

He fumbled for a long time only to realize, 'damn it,' there was no bedding here at all.

"Uh..., haha, good night."

Wang Feng, with his hand still suspended in mid-air, awkwardly laughed twice at Jiang Hanxi, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

He instantly closed his eyes, as if he had already fallen into a deep sleep.