Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 445 - 436: Heart Soars

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao’s thoughts were racing, there’s no time, there’s no time.

She didn’t even have time to put on her equipment, how could she break through?

She stepped back step by step until her heels hung in the air, causing several small stones to tumble down into the bottomless abyss.

Her heart couldn’t help but sink.

Under the starlit sky, the weak gleam reflected the enormous body of the giant crocodile moving slowly, while she appeared tiny like a grain of sand, insignificant in the vast forest. Even if she ended up in a fish’s belly tonight or fell off a ten-thousand-foot cliff, it wouldn’t cause the slightest ripple.

But who was she?

As a time-traveler, if she just died in such a foreign land, she would disgrace the time-traveling community.

Just as she was about to throw an Earth Bomb to change the unfavorable situation, even if it couldn’t fake the other’s death, at such close range it could cause some injury and buy time to escape.

Turn the tide.

The idea was good.

Unfortunately, the crocodile didn’t play by the rules.

Just as she made a move, she suddenly felt the ground tremble.

The crocodile lunged forward, raising its tail high before sweeping down harshly onto the ground, sending rocks and dust flying, causing the ground to tremble.

It was no big deal, maybe it was some kind of intimidation or warning from the Fierce Beast.

But she was standing at the edge of a cliff! A turn could lead her into the endless abyss.

The direct consequence of this was that the moment the crocodile lunged, Cheng Xiaoxiao had already disappeared from the cliff.

"Ah!" A terrified scream echoed in the mountain forest.

The protruding rock she was standing on crumbled and fell apart.

Damn it!

Would she become the most frustrated time traveler in history?

To die in such a refreshing and unconventional way... the old routine.

If she died like this, would her soul return to the 21st century?

Would she see her family again?

Her body must have already been cremated, if her soul went back, who would she possess?

Would it be regardless of age or gender?

If she couldn’t go back, where could she go? Or would she directly face annihilation?

For a while, her mind raced, forgetting the current situation, forgetting the sound of the wind whistling by, forgetting the body falling straight down, forgetting that she could still save herself?

Until her drifting body fell into a warm embrace.

The sudden change brought her back to her senses.

Unconsciously wrapping her arms around the other’s neck.

What met her eyes was a sharply defined chin, milky-white skin, and a prominently sexy Adam’s apple.

Along with that embrace, devoid of warmth, the previous warmth... uh... was all her illusion.

But that was enough to surprise her.

Turns out the big shot wasn’t untouchable.

Turns out a princess carry could be so beautiful.

Turns out feelings don’t need any words.

Ahhhh!

Her heart, like an old aunt’s, was completely captured.

The tightly pressed thin lips were so tempting, the arched bridge of the nose perfect, the deep eyes calm and serene, the sword-like brows full and imposing, an ethereal immortal appearance, casual yet ascetic.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was at a loss for words to describe the beautiful scene right now, wishing it could go on forever, until the end of time.

The swirling clothing fluttered, ethereal attire floated, the surrounding scenery blurred, the endless abyss became a beautiful longing.

It seemed as if only the two of them were left in this world.

One person’s heart surged uncontrollably, about to jump out of the chest.

Filled with pink bubbles before their eyes and mind.

Another person was calm and composed, the tight lips signaled a bad mood at that moment.

Being interrupted from cultivation was quite vexing.

The full-heartedly joyous Cheng Xiaoxiao, the beauty in her eyes became more and more blurry.

The thick mist rising from the bottom of the cliff wrapped around in a mysterious way.

Making everything blur, turning the already dim night darker.

Even with Cheng Xiaoxiao’s modified eyes, she couldn’t see clearly.

The figure falling from the sky slowed automatically when it was five or six meters from the ground.

At the instant when she gracefully landed, Mo Xiaoyi put the other person down, but that person was still tiptoeing, clinging to his neck and not letting go.

"You’re safe now."

After dropping this sentence, Mo Xiaoyi vanished from view.

Someone staggered as the tall man in front suddenly disappeared, nearly falling flat on their face.

"Boss, don’t go."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was extremely frustrated.

"You haven’t told me how your Divine Soul manifested, allowing people to really touch it, so amazing! Will you materialize every time you come out in the future, or is it time-limited or self-controlled? Will I be able to touch you again?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao chattered incessantly at the Crystal Pendant, firing off a barrage of questions.

Inside the crystal, someone was very regretful, wishing they had used another way to save her. It was already noisy enough, and now it was like a buzzing bee by his ear, chattering nonstop.

He wanted to block the Five Senses, yet feared that the little girl might encounter some danger again, and he wouldn’t be able to rescue her in time.

In the end, he could only close his eyes helplessly, quietly reciting the Supreme Calming Mantra to shield himself from the incessant chatter.

To little avail.

"Thank you, boss, but calling you boss all the time feels like I’m not taking our life-and-death bond seriously enough. Last time you said... you are Mo Yan True Monarch? That’s what outsiders called you in your original world! Since we are so close now, no need to be so formal. By the way, my surname is Cheng and my name is Xiaoxiao, you can call me Xiaoxiao, or Ah Xiao, Xiao Xiao’er, Xiao’er, whatever you like.

As for your name? The fewer people know, the better. What if enemies come looking? With someone as weak as me, a soul search would expose everything. So I won’t ask your name, I’ll just call you Ah Mo, it feels closer, from now on we are friends through thick and thin, family loving each other."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was delighted in her heart, feeling that this reasonable arrangement brought them closer.

She wouldn’t be foolish enough to wait for the other to tell her his real name.

Might as well use his Daoist title as a name, imagining no one would call him that, making it unique between them.

Hehehe!

She really was a clever one.

Inside the Crystal Pendant, Mo Xiaoyi was speechless about the brazenness of someone outside.

Who gave her the permission to call him that?

When he was little, his master did call him Ah Yi.

Since his master’s departure, he had been alone in the cave, cultivating diligently, reducing interactions with outsiders.

Once he mastered his skills, everyone addressed him by his Daoist title.

Even the Sect Master, who was his senior brother, called him Junior Brother Mo; therefore, he hadn’t had closer relatives, and no one dared to be so presumptuous.

If it had been before, the other person would have long lost their life and soul.

Now, his power was a fraction of what it was, relying on someone else’s object to nurture his soul. He couldn’t do anything about it, and he had to ensure their safety.

This experience brought him unprecedented anger and frustration.

Yet beyond those negative emotions, there was a feeling that was indescribable and subtly different.

He was an orphan, picked up by his master before he could remember, carefully instructed in cultivation, martial arts, nurturing his spirit, and understanding the world.

His senior brother was busy managing sect affairs and rarely inquired about him.

He met his senior sister once, who was murdered early on, with few memories of her.

Thus, his master was a father, teacher, and friend to him.

Embracing him throughout his growth.