264: I don't like people staring at you.

“Jiang Hanxi, where is your white veiled bamboo hat?”

Wang Feng didn’t go to buy the candied hawthorns directly, but instead asked where Jiang Hanxi’s white veiled bamboo hat had gone.

“Hmm?”

Jiang Hanxi looked at Wang Feng, who was about her height but slightly taller, and subtly furrowed her delicate brows.

She couldn’t help but wonder why Wang Feng wanted her white veiled bamboo hat.

However, after a moment, as if by magic, the white veiled bamboo hat she usually wore appeared in her hand.

Seeing this, Wang Feng reached out and took it, then placed it directly onto the somewhat bewildered Jiang Hanxi’s head, pulling down the white veil from the hat.

He made sure the white veil covered Jiang Hanxi’s exquisite face completely, not revealing even a sliver.

Jiang Hanxi felt the strings being gently tied around her neck, her mind momentarily unable to process what was happening.

She had initially thought Wang Feng wanted her white veiled bamboo hat for some secretive, unknown purpose.

She never expected him to put it back on her head. This move was incomprehensible to Jiang Hanxi, who had never had a Dao companion.

“I don’t like the way they look at you,” Wang Feng explained, tying a bow with the strings around Jiang Hanxi’s fair neck.

He noticed that whenever he and Jiang Hanxi walked down the street, many cultivators couldn’t help but stare, with gazes that were either lecherous or envious.

“Why… why?”

Jiang Hanxi was still a bit slow to react. She had long been immune to those gazes.

After all, since her reputation spread tens of thousands of years ago, she had become an existence admired by all.

All those different kinds of gazes were unavoidable, and over time, she had grown accustomed to them.

After all, it was impossible for her to kill someone just because they looked at her.

“Why do you ask?” Wang Feng gently finished tying the bow, his expression slightly displeased as he retorted.

“I… I don’t know…”

Jiang Hanxi suddenly found Wang Feng acting a bit strange. Could it be… because other men kept staring at her?

Thinking this, Jiang Hanxi felt a strange hint of joy in her heart, but she still tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

After tying the white veiled bamboo hat, Wang Feng stepped back two paces, widening his field of vision considerably.

He looked at Jiang Hanxi, who was wearing the white veiled bamboo hat. It had to be said, even her posture alone was so alluring.

“Anyway, I don’t like others always staring at you. Do you like it?” Wang Feng replied indifferently, his tone clearly indicating his displeasure with the way others looked at Jiang Hanxi.

“No, no, I don’t like it.”

Jiang Hanxi’s tone suddenly became a bit hurried. She didn’t even realize that her emotions were being affected by Wang Feng.

“Haha.”

Wang Feng was amused by her somewhat anxious appearance and couldn’t help but laugh.

It was then that Jiang Hanxi realized she had lost her composure, and for a moment, she felt utterly mortified.

“You two can browse around here for a bit. I’m going to buy some pastries,” Wang Feng said with a smile, raising a finger and gently tapping the white veil in front of Jiang Hanxi.

“Mmm.”

Jiang Hanxi looked at the tapped white veil, her head involuntarily tilting back slightly, and she softly acknowledged him.

Wang Feng chuckled merrily, then turned to buy candied hawthorns and pastries.

Wang Feng: This one, this one, and this one, I’ll take one of each…

Boss: Alright! Alright! Alright~!

Wang Feng went on a shopping spree, eating as he bought, and by the time he had finished buying everything, both his hands were laden with bags.

He tried to retrace his steps from memory, only to find that Jiang Hanxi and the others had already wandered off somewhere.

Wang Feng could only continue eating and searching. He wasn’t worried about their safety.

If someone were to provoke Jiang Hanxi, wouldn’t they simply be seeking death?

Wang Feng walked and ate for quite a while, and sure enough, his guess was correct: someone truly was seeking death.

“This little child is truly adorable.”

Wang Feng was gnawing on a candied hawthorn when he heard a man’s voice from afar, and immediately felt something was amiss.

Why did it sound like he was talking about Xiao Long?

Wang Feng’s pace quickened considerably. When he got closer, he saw that it really was Xiao Long he was talking about.

Jiang Hanxi, at this moment, was holding Cold Sword horizontally, keeping him and Xiao Long separated.

Hardi was also baring his fangs, looking fierce, as if he wanted to tear the young man apart at any moment.

“Hehe, young lady, don’t be angry. Is this your child?”

The young man chuckled twice, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Hanxi, the excitement in his eyes growing even stronger.

“I only said one…”

Jiang Hanxi’s sentence was cut short by a sudden roar.

“Go to hell!”

Wang Feng took a flying leap, jumped up, and delivered a flying kick, instantly sending him flying from the street all the way to the city wall.

To know that the distance from the street to the city wall was several thousand meters, one could see how much force Wang Feng had used.

Bang!!

A loud explosion sounded in the distance. The entire city wall was left with a large crater where the young man had crashed, and dust billowed everywhere.

“Pah! Trash!”

Wang Feng cursed angrily. He knew that once they were in a crowded place, such a beauty-induced disaster was very likely to occur.

It was just that in the past, Jiang Hanxi would personally resolve such matters with Cold Sword.

However, with the Ice Palace’s reputation, no one dared to provoke her.

But now with Wang Feng, Jiang Hanxi no longer needed to act personally; she could simply watch.

Following this commotion, countless people on the street immediately looked at Wang Feng and his group with terrified expressions.

One had to know that the young man was in the Po Yuan Realm; some people with similar cultivation levels to the young man could sense it.

And those with lower cultivation levels, who couldn’t discern the young man’s cultivation, also knew he was definitely much stronger than them.

Wang Feng ignored the murmuring. He hung the pastries and other items around his neck with one hand.

Then he took out three candied hawthorns, giving one to each: a person, a dog, and a child, while he himself popped a piece of candy into his mouth.

“Let’s go.”

Wang Feng deliberately freed up one hand, approached Jiang Hanxi, and gently touched her fair hand.

Jiang Hanxi felt her hand being touched by something, her eyes flickered, but the chill quickly disappeared.

Wang Feng could now clearly feel that the gaze from within the white veiled bamboo hat was currently fixed on him.

Wang Feng tentatively touched her hand twice more, and seeing that she didn’t resist, he gently clasped it, his fingers interlacing with hers.

“Hardi, keep up!”

Wang Feng called out to Hardi, walking against countless strange gazes.

He walked down the street, holding Jiang Hanxi’s hand, like a pair of immortal companions.

It was as if the recent incident had no impact on them; it was merely trash casually dealt with.

Jiang Hanxi felt the warmth emanating from his palm. She said nothing, only silently allowed Wang Feng to lead her by his side.

However, every time Wang Feng held her hand, she felt a profound sense of security.

This feeling was new to her, and her mood couldn’t help but become much more joyful.

From extreme aversion and resistance at the very beginning, to gradually accepting it later.

Finally, Jiang Hanxi found that she seemed to have grown to like the feeling of holding hands.

Every time their hands met, her palm felt warm, bringing with it an inexplicable sense of peace…