Capítulo 1115: Chapter 1115: Roaming the World with a Sword (19)
The people up ahead are noisy, but I don’t know what’s happened.
Yet Ming Xian hears nothing, he just stares blankly at the face enlarged before his eyes.
Ming Xian feels Chuzheng’s soft tongue slowly licking and nibbling at his lips, a bit ticklish, but more full of ambiguity and a strange sensation.
Ming Xian suddenly pushes Chuzheng away, and she steps back a few paces.
Leaning against the railing, Ming Xian presses the back of his hand against his lips, eyeing her sideways.
Chuzheng stands there with a calm expression.
As if the person just now who acted indecently towards him wasn’t her at all.
The wind slightly lifts her skirt, she’s clearly so close, within reach.
Yet Ming Xian feels that she is so far from him.
Like being separated by mountains and seas, by thousands of peaks.
Inaccessible.
As unreal as a dream.
The Demon Head, who is unafraid of killing, is having palpitations, feeling fear.
He fears this dream he’s stepping on could shatter at any moment, dissipating like smoke, leaving not a trace.
Ming Xian closes his eyes briefly, and suddenly, he leaps down over the railing.
After all, this is just a dream.
By what right should he indulge in longing?
Chuzheng: “!!!” Even if you don’t believe it, you don’t have to jump into the sea!
Chuzheng rushes out immediately, trying to grab Ming Xian, but he falls too fast, and she only catches a corner of his garment.
With a ‘tear’, the garment corner rips, blown in one direction by the wind.
Chuzheng doesn’t even think, she jumps over the railing and follows him in.
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The sea appears calm on the surface, but beneath, hidden currents surge, plus with the view obstructed, Chuzheng only finds Ming Xian after a moment.
Ming Xian probably just wanted to avoid Chuzheng by going into the sea, but he didn’t anticipate the complex situation below.
Chuzheng releases the Yin Xian, wrapping around Ming Xian, swiftly swimming over and holding him.
Silver light cascades around them, water gradually pulls away from the center, slowly giving place to air.
Inside, it’s exceptionally quiet, as if the sounds outside are all shut out.
Ming Xian is soaked through, but fortunately, his many-layered white clothes don’t reveal anything, just stick tightly to him, clearly outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
“Ming Xian!” Chuzheng’s tone is particularly cold: “Do you not want to live?”
Ming Xian is still a bit dazed, all he sees is falling silver light, as if stars dropping into the Milky Way.
The seawater thoroughly recedes from the silver light, Chuzheng and he land at the bottom, standing on that patch of silver brilliance.
Only then does Ming Xian see clearly, those silvery lights are very thin lines, the light flows along them.
“Frightened?”
Chuzheng cups Ming Xian’s face, setting his focus on her face.
Ming Xian’s lips slightly part, his tongue tasting of salty seawater, voice hoarse: “You… why did you jump down too?” He never imagined she would follow him down.
“You jumped, how could I not jump?” Chuzheng said irritably, “If you don’t believe, fine, but why jump into the sea?”
Ming Xian: “…”
I didn’t want to do anything, I just wanted to avoid you.
Chuzheng held his wrist as if wanting to do something, but quickly let go, taking out a set of clothes succinctly, “Change.”
Ming Xian looks at the suddenly appearing clothes, a bit dazed.
Where did she take them from?
Could she hide clothes on her person?
Catching a glimpse of their current environment, and this strange silver light, Ming Xian no longer finds it strange.
When Chuzheng sees Ming Xian not taking them: “Need me to help you?” she threatens while rolling up her sleeves.
Ming Xian’s mind buzzes briefly, he takes the clothes, stepping back a bit.
His shoulder brushes the silver glow, discovering it is tangible, this space is not large.
They are currently sitting, silvery light flickers below, occasionally seeing curious sea creatures swim past.
When they touch the silver light, it’s as if hitting something soft, finding they can’t break through, they circle around, curiously observing.
“I…”
“If you don’t change, I’ll help you change.”
“…”
Ming Xian grips the clothes tighter: “Turn around.”
Chuzheng nonchalantly turns around, Ming Xian turns his back, starting to change clothes.
He hears a sound behind him, instinctively turning his head, just as he sees the girl’s clothes slowly falling, revealing beautiful shoulders and back, then downward is the waistline…
Ming Xian quickly turns back, his heart thundering as if it might leap out.
In the quiet space, even the heartbeat seems distinctly audible.
He shifts his gaze onto the small fish outside, quickly calming down, putting on the clothes.
He doesn’t dare turn back till Chuzheng calls him, then he turns around.
The clothes Chuzheng changed out of are at her feet, and the clothes on her now seem the same as the one she wore before.
“Is your shoulder’s injury better?”
“Mm.” Ming Xian responds, as if fearing Chuzheng’s disbelief, he emphasizes, “It’s healed.”
“Jun Bugu…”
“That’s healed too.” Ming Xian suddenly remembers he could’ve used Inner Strength to dry his clothes, why change?
She’s clearly got Inner Strength too…
Did she forget, or was it on purpose?
When Ming Xian thinks of this, his face suddenly clouds over.
“Healed? How did you heal it?”
Ming Xian suppresses those chaotic thoughts, lowering his head to tidy up his clothes: “I found the antidote.”
Chuzheng is dubious: “Jun Bugu has no antidote.”
“In this world, nothing is absolute, someone can concoct Jun Bugu, naturally someone can concoct an antidote,” Ming Xian says, “You fought with me just now, I used Inner Strength.”
Earlier on the ship indeed…
Ming Xian doesn’t appear weakened, his whole body is in healthy condition.
Chuzheng is a little worried: “Let me see your wound.”
Ming Xian plays with the belt’s end, thinking she’d seen him so often, another time wouldn’t matter, he simply lets go and pulls the clothes open, revealing the shoulder where he was hurt.
In the dim submarine light, the flowing silver light illuminates this little world, the man’s clothing half pulled to the arm, revealing a fair shoulder, a few damp locks falling over the front.
The mask conceals the top half of his face, chin held elegantly, lips slightly pursed, the scene seems alluring no matter how you look.
Chuzheng stares at him a few seconds, then naturally looks away, focusing on his shoulder.
The wound on the shoulder only leaves a faint pinkish hue, indeed healed.
Chuzheng reaches out, not yet touched, when Ming Xian pulls up, hurriedly fastening the clothes: “How do we get up?”
Chuzheng’s hand freezes mid-air, after a moment she casually lifts it.
Ming Xian immediately notices they’re rising.
The fish that had surrounded them fall below, wagging their tails following slowly upwards.
Ming Xian looks upwards, perhaps to let him clearly see, the silvery light like flowing light silently disappears.
He’s now like standing in the vast sea water.
The light above gets brighter, breaking the surface soundlessly, clear blue sky instantly fills his view.
Only…
Where’s the ship!!!
The sea stretches to the horizon, not a ship in sight, not even a bird.
Calmly, Chuzheng says: “Maybe it got carried off by the current.” She was merely focused on the Good Person Card and didn’t keep still.
Ming Xian: “…”
Carried off by the current, and you’re still this calm?