The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

91. Roast Pigeon by the Stream

Seeing that Mu surname, Lin Nuo knew what was going on.

This pigeon was released by her, and the message hidden inside was undoubtedly meant for her underworld family.

This place, sparse of people and resources, with its weak spiritual energy and withered flowers, would not attract any foolish disciples.

Except for him, of course.

It must be said, Mu Yiting’s art of concealing messages was well executed. The pigeon was encrypted; on the surface, it was hard to detect anything amiss. It even had an invisible spiritual shield layered over it. Ordinary people, no, bird hunters, could not bring it down.

But the overwhelming surge was too strong, and it was brought down.

Moreover, disciples of Xuan Yun Sect do not kill without reason. Even when practicing their techniques, they would avoid areas dense with animals. Mu Yiting chose this place precisely for that reason, for its abundance of animals.

Even if the pigeon were brought down and picked up by someone, it would explode. The explosion wasn’t powerful, but it would destroy the message.

Lin Nuo took a quick measure of Mu Yiting. Although she wore a smile and seemed calm and composed, there was a bead of sweat on her forehead, as if she had hurried over in a panic. Lin Nuo concluded that she had come after seeing the pigeon fall.

Mu Yiting walked over with a smile: “Senior Brother, this pigeon looks so pitiful. Our sect leader advocates harmony between man and nature. How about we heal its wounds and let it go? Saving a small animal is also a way to accumulate merit for ourselves.”

In the past, Lin Nuo would have thought of Mu Yiting as a kind little angel who loved animals.

But now.

Sorry, he preferred devils.

He pulled out a small knife and stabbed the still-living pigeon twice. Seeing that it was not yet dead, he stabbed it two more times.

He had always hated pigeons, especially those in novels, satisfying.

“I’m planning to roast this pigeon, do you want some?”

Lin Nuo asked Mu Yiting after he finished stabbing the pigeon.

Mu Yiting was furious. Was this man really a disciple of Xuan Yun Sect? To stab an unarmed little white pigeon, how cruel.

Could it be that he knew beforehand that I was passing messages for my family and deliberately came here to lie in wait for me? Moreover, the homing pigeon was shielded with a spiritual barrier; no ordinary disciple could possibly bring it down.

Indeed, he knew and had come here on purpose to ambush me.

Mu Yiting knew Lin Nuo’s intentions were not good, but she was not panicked. As an undercover agent who had long been infiltrated into Xuan Yun Sect and had built a high-profile female cultivator image, such a small scene couldn’t scare her.

And he had no evidence to prove she was an undercover agent; she had not lost yet.

“No, Senior Brother Lino. But I didn’t expect that Senior Brother Lino likes to hunt and roast pigeons from Tianling Mountain. It’s your habit, and I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else.”

Mu Yiting shook her hand and chuckled lightly.

“I won’t tell anyone either,” Lino said with a cold laugh. “I was just passing by, not knowing you were here. But since this was an unintended catch, I can’t possibly return it to you. You should release another one.”

“Ah, Senior Brother, I don’t understand what you’re talking about…”

“There’s no one else here, so stop pretending. You complete your mission, and I’ll do my thing. We won’t interfere with each other. Besides, I have no interest in this sect at all.”

Lino had already started preparing the pigeon for roasting—arranging stones, gathering wood, plucking feathers—all with practiced ease.

Watching her messenger pigeon being roasted, Mu Yiting truly hated him, yet she couldn’t get angry and had to remain calm and composed.

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying, Senior Brother.” Mu Yiting continued to feign ignorance.

“If you don’t understand, then never mind. You can leave if there’s nothing else.”

Lino didn’t plan to engage in further conversation. He already knew her identity, and since she insisted on concealing it, there was nothing more to say.

“I’ve never tried roasting pigeons in the wild. I want to see how you do it.”

“As you wish.”

Lino didn’t care and continued with his task. The pigeon was almost featherless, so he started the fire and skewered the pigeon on a rack, placing it over the flames to roast.

It was nearly perfect, only missing some barbecue sauce.

Mu Yiting sat opposite him, observing his every move. She wasn’t there to watch the pigeon roast; she was there to observe his behavior.

She had previously conversed with those close to him and knew he was a “good person.” Now, watching him face-to-face, she hoped to glean useful information.

She was determined to win over this troublesome man.

“Senior Brother, do you usually come here? Or did you come specially today?”

“I come occasionally, not specifically for you. Don’t misunderstand.”

“I didn’t mean that. By the way, I heard you have a demon in your heart, and my master even entered your illusion, only to be killed by your demon. It’s quite terrifying. I hope you can overcome your demon soon. Also, Senior Brother, you’re very powerful. What kind of cultivation technique do you usually practice?”

“If you’re trying to probe me, I suggest you go back sooner.”

Lino’s attention was focused on roasting the pigeon—controlling the fire, turning the bird, timing it just right, so it’s neither burnt nor undercooked, making it delicious to eat.

Suddenly, a chill wind blew, and Lino felt a familiar presence.

At that moment, a graceful figure appeared from between the trees.

“So you’re here.”

The silver-haired girl approached with light steps.