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Chapter 576 - 577 Transmigrator, Messenger_1

Chapter 576: Chapter 577 Transmigrator, Messenger_1

Instantly, the sensation of elasticity was conveyed between his palms.

Li Changlin paused briefly, his hands involuntarily tightening slightly to hold Ye Xiyao’s buttocks closer.

"Hmm." At that moment, Ye Xiyao couldn’t help but shiver, letting out a soft moan from her mouth, and her cheeks flushed a deep red.

It turned out that Ye Xiyao’s most sensitive area was her buttocks.

Although Li Changlin always fell asleep holding her in the past, he had never touched her buttocks before.

So when this sudden intimate contact occurred, Ye Xiyao’s body naturally reacted.

"Are you alright, Xi Yao? Did Brother Changlin hurt you?" Hearing her, Li Changlin thought something was wrong with Ye Xiyao and quickly loosened his hands a little.

"No, it’s nothing." Li Changlin replied shyly, a trace of disappointment in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Li Changlin felt much more relieved and thus started to move forward.

Unconsciously, his hands once again slowly drew close to Ye Xiyao’s buttocks.

This time, however, Ye Xiyao didn’t make a sound.

Her head rested on Li Changlin’s shoulder, her face filled with a sweet smile, yet the blush suffusing her face betrayed the ripples in her heart.

The mountain wasn’t very tall, perhaps only a few hundred meters in height.

The scenery atop the mountain was picturesque, and the air was incredibly fresh, filling one with a sense of exhilaration upon breathing it in.

At this moment, Ye Xiyao felt utterly bewitched, wishing that time could stop right at this instant, how wonderful that would be.

Soon, Li Changlin found a narrow path that must have been worn by the villagers.

Carrying Ye Xiyao on his back, he walked very steadily, footstep by footstep, and it wasn’t long before they finally reached the bottom of the mountain.

After descending the hill, Li Changlin put Ye Xiyao down.

Ye Xiyao felt a slight sense of loss, but she quickly adjusted her mood and followed Li Changlin to the nearby village.

The village seemed small, with only twenty or thirty households; most of the houses were constructed of thatch, and a few were made of mud.

A fence surrounded the village, made of three-meter-high wooden stakes driven into the ground, connected by bamboo strips to enclose all the homes inside.

As Li Changlin and Ye Xiyao approached the village entrance, people there had already noticed them.

"Greetings, esteemed transmigrators, the Messenger has been waiting for a long time," a pretty girl quickly stepped out from the village and curtsied to Li Changlin and Ye Xiyao.

"Transmigrators! Messenger?" Li Changlin was taken aback and then turned to look at Ye Xiyao.

"May I ask, where are we, and how did your Messenger know we were coming?" Ye Xiyao also felt surprised, suspecting that this so-called Messenger may have some connection with Lame Grandpa.

"If you have any questions, you can consult with the Messenger. Here, the Messenger is omniscient and our Prophet," the pretty girl said, admiration shining in her face.

It seemed this Messenger had a significant standing in the village, an important figure indeed.

"Alright, then please lead the way," since no more could be learned from the girl, Li Changlin nodded his head.

"Very well, this way please," the girl gestured for them to follow, then turned and walked back into the village.

"Brother Changlin." The truth was about to be unveiled, and at this moment, Ye Xiyao found herself harboring feelings of fear over gaining or losing something.

"It’s alright. Let’s just go with the flow; first, let’s go inside and see what’s going on," Li Changlin said as he gently patted Ye Xiyao on the shoulder and then took her small hand, leading her forward.

The village wasn’t very large, and soon the woman led the two of them to the front of a stone-built house, "Honorable Messenger, the two transmigrators have arrived."

"Very well, please invite them in," a soft voice came from inside the house.

To Li Changlin and Ye Xiyao’s surprise, this ’Messenger’ turned out to be a woman.

"Please come in, esteemed transmigrators," the woman said as she pushed open the door and then guided them into the house.

The room was very bright, with a woman in her twenties standing by the window, seemingly looking at something.

Li Changlin was slightly distracted; the beauty of this woman was not inferior to Ye Xiyao’s.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she were pondering over some private worries.

Nonchalantly, a trace of grief flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered something troubling.

Observing her, Li Changlin found himself inexplicably feeling a sense of pity.

He was slightly startled and quickly shook his head vigorously. Instantly, his mind cleared.

"Brother Changlin." At this moment, Ye Xiyao’s face also showed streaks of forlorn emotion; looking at the woman was like seeing herself in the mirror.

For some reason, a wave of sadness surged in her heart, and she called out to Li Changlin with a desolate voice.

"Xi Yao!" Li Changlin was greatly alarmed, fearing that something abnormal might happen to Ye Xiyao, and quickly squeezed her hand slightly.

"Hmm, it hurts," Ye Xiyao slightly furrowed her brow and cried out in pain, but she also became alert.

"Transmigrators, where do you wish to go?" Ye Xiyao’s voice seemed to have startled the woman, who paused briefly before promptly recovering.

The woman turned around and glanced over, her eyes resembling the pure and flawless moonlight.

"Go where?" Li Changlin was taken aback for a moment, then realizing, he hurriedly said, "Excuse me, Messenger, where are we? We also do not know where we want to go."

"Oh, I see," the woman smiled serenely, then pointed to several chairs beside her, "Let’s sit down and talk. I believe you both must have many questions in your hearts. Right, Xiu’er, go pour a pot of tea for us."

"Yes." The woman who had led Li Changlin and others in responded promptly and then took her leave.

Before long, Xiu’er returned, now carrying a tray in her hands with three teacups and a teapot on it.

She placed the tray on a table in the middle, then Xiu’er began pouring tea.

After filling all three teacups, she picked up the tray and left the room.

"Dear guests, please enjoy the tea." The Messenger made a gesture of invitation and then lifted the teacup in front of her.

"Thank you." Though their minds were full of questions, this was not the time to ask them, so Li Changlin and Ye Xiyao both picked up their teacups.

Bringing the teacups to their lips, they imitated the Messenger’s method, gently blowing on it, then cautiously took a sip.

They were wary of the hot water, concerned about scalding themselves.