So You Really Are a Sand Sculpture

There was no need to wait for Qin Yi to put her down. Once Ye Ling realized her brother felt absolutely nothing about being bound by ropes, she slipped out of the hemp-rope cocoon herself with a "whoosh."

Tying up a snake with ropes—how was that any different from not tying it up at all...

Without waiting for Qin Yi to speak, Ye Ling plopped onto his back and wrapped her arms around him, her voice plaintive and pitiful. "I've been tied up for three days. I'm all numb, and my feet can't walk anymore. Brother, carry me..."

Qin Yi doted on her, but he was not an idiot. You were in the Demon Emperor Realm, yet you claimed your legs had gone numb from hanging there for three days... Even three years would probably be a light drizzle to you, alright?

But in the end, he could not refuse her. He could only pretend to fall for it and carry her along with a slight bounce in his steps. "Your personal guards really have no loyalty. You were hanging there, and none of them came to keep you company."

Ye Ling happily lay against his back, arms around his neck. "As long as I have Brother with me, that's enough."

"Brother was cultivating. Before finishing a stage, it wasn't easy for my mind to wander. What if I came to my senses and found you had already been hanging there for three years?"

"Then three years it would be. From where I was, I could see Brother."

Qin Yi's footsteps paused. For a moment, he found himself unable to reply, and merely lowered his head and walked on.

Ye Ling was a little troubled.

She had noticed it before in that Southern Sea cave. When she lay on Brother's