The person in her arms seemed to be in a nightmare, and she kept mumbling in fear and struggling.
Shen Zhimu could do nothing but hold her, convey spiritual energy to her and whisper comfort to her.
He set up a barrier so that the driver outside could not hear the movement inside the carriage.
"Nannan, don't be afraid, this kind of thing will never happen again, never again."
Shen Zhimu carefully felt her pulse. The abolition of cultivation had hurt her body and she needed to take good care of herself for a few months.
She gradually became tired and became silent, and Shen Zhimu breathed a sigh of relief: "Nan Nan, your cries and fearful sounds will be what I am most afraid of hearing in my life."
He carefully fed the nourishing elixir into her mouth.
The carriage was bumpy, and Shen Zhimu held her like this to make her sleep more comfortably.
He never stopped delivering spiritual power along the way.
Shen Zhimu wanted to cast a cleaning spell, but he was afraid that she would find that he had been there when she woke up, so Shen Zhimu could only cast a few spells to make her feel dry and comfortable.
The carriage was walking on the official road, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.
Coachman: "Girl, there is an inn ahead. Let's rest there for the night. You haven't eaten anything all day."
Shen Zhimu carefully put the person down, then cast an invisibility spell and woke her up again.
Nan Qing gradually opened her eyes when she heard the coachman's voice. Her whole body was in pain and she had no strength, but she was much better after sleeping. Her body was still tired, but the pain was gone.
I haven't eaten for a day and I'm so hungry.
"girl?"
"Well, let's stay at the inn for one night."
"Did you have a nap, girl? No wonder it was so quiet all the way." The coachman had an easy-going personality and did not delay driving the carriage while he was talking. He stopped the carriage at the door of the inn: "Go in, girl, and I will put the horses in place.
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"Um."
Nan Qing got off the carriage and entered the inn. The sun had set now and it would be dark soon.
The inn on the official road is for people coming and going to rest.
When the waiter saw someone coming, he immediately stepped forward to receive him.
"Two upper rooms, good wine and food will be delivered to the room." Nan Qing took out a white cloth purse. She looked at the purse in her hand for a while, then she took out a piece of silver and handed it to the waiter.
Waiter: "Why does a girl need two bedrooms by herself?"
"My coachman will be here soon."
"I see, the girl is really rich, and few people book a room for the coachman." The waiter collected the money and said, "Girl, wait a moment, good wine and food will be served soon."
"Well, first ask someone to bring two buckets of hot water to the room." She wanted to take a bath.
"Okay, okay, I'll find someone to bring hot water."
The inns on the official road are not as good as those in the prosperous city. The rooms in the upper room are not very big, but they are quite clean.
The waiter quickly asked someone to bring two buckets of hot water and a new pot of tea.
When the people left, Nan Qing began to take off his clothes.
Shen Zhimu, who was hiding in the darkness, turned his back.
Suddenly he heard movement.
Nanqing poured out all the broken silver from the white cloth purse, and walked to the candle with the purse.
Shen Zhimu guessed what she was going to do.
But seeing her burn the purse with his own eyes, Shen Zhimu felt very uncomfortable.
The purse is just made of ordinary white cloth, without complicated patterns, but very clean.
No matter how clean and white your wallet is, it will turn into a pile of ashes when exposed to fire.
The flames grew, and the firelight illuminated the girl's face. Her expression was terrifyingly calm.
Nan Qing threw the half-burned purse into the spittoon without even looking at it, then continued to undress and wash up.
With a spell, the fire on the handbag was extinguished.
Shen Zhimu grabbed it out of thin air, and the purse with only a piece of rag appeared in his hand.
It turned out that she remembered that this was his purse and she had always carried it with her. Now she doesn't want it anymore and would rather burn it. How much she hates him. Shen Zhimu smiled bitterly.