Chapter 343 - 343 341 Why Duck!

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343: Chapter 341: Why Duck! 343: Chapter 341: Why Duck! Holding Baili An’s icy body, even though he had no heartbeat or breath, Li Jiujiu felt her soul had truly returned. With the return of her soul, a delayed sense of fear naturally ensued. Especially when faced with Su Jing’s slightly strange gaze, Li Jiujiu was most terrified of this woman, with chills running down her spine like a mouse seeing a cat, her back suddenly tensing so much that she felt her bones might go soft from fright. The shadow Su Jing cast over her was indeed too large. Li Jiujiu, miserably being scared to tears, sobbed while clinging tightly to Baili An. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as she cried her heart out, gasping for breath, speaking the most loyal words in the most cowardly posture. “I don’t know where you’ll dump him again! You bad woman! I’m not letting go today! He is my man, and one bullying from you was enough! I can’t beat you! If you have the gall, throw us out together!” Her words were spoken forcefully, unyielding in her resolve. Yet her appearance, resembled that of a village weasel stealing a big fat chicken, which however one looked at it, appeared comical. Meng Zifei chuckled dryly, “Si Chen, brother… You really have quite the blessings of beauty.” Fang Geyu silently face-palmed, she walked slowly with her sword toward the riverbank, stood three feet away, pointed her small face upwards, pointed at Li Jiujiu, then pointed at Baili An. She smiled and said, “We’re all on the same path, now that these two fools are on your ship, having one more Miss won’t make a difference. Why not take me along for a ride too?” Su Jing looked down, glanced at the mottled bloodstains between her legs, and said nothing, silently stretching out a hand, seemingly aware of her leg injury, making it hard for her to get on board, she actually offered a helping hand? Su Jing’s nature was colder and more solitary than the snow stones on Heavenly Mountain, yet she had never shown kindness to anyone like this before. Immediately, Fang Geyu showed a shocked expression as if she had seen something incredible. If it were anyone else, they would definitely be overwhelmed. But what kind of person was Miss Fang? She cocked her eyebrows, unpolitely placed her hand in hers, and did not forget to instruct: “Make sure to hold steady, my leg really hurts badly, I’m a delicate and expensive lady, if I get hurt no one can afford it.” A classic case of seizing the opportunity to further one’s own ends. Whether it was Fang Geyu’s illusion or not, at the moment she cried out in pain, Su Jing’s cool fingers seemed to tremble slightly, and her movements subtly became kinder. Fang Geyu was secretly amazed. Could it be that people had some misunderstandings about this ice block, that in reality, she had an unknown gentle side? Ridiculous, the one who saved her was not herself. Had her kindness been misplaced? Lost in her thoughts, Fang Geyu had one leg and half her body already aboard, and yet before she could exert any effort to get on the ship, her waist was suddenly encircled by a slender, delicate arm. She exclaimed in fright, a terrified expression on her face as she saw the beautiful visage so close at hand, she was actually embraced in a princess carry, so securely and properly. The one holding her wasn’t just anybody, but the famed reclusive and unapproachable ice fairy of the Taixuan Sect, Su Jing! In her sixteen years of life, Fang Geyu had never been held by a woman, and now, in such an intimate posture. Dammit! Her chest was so soft. Fang Geyu’s hands stiffly encircled Su Jing’s delicate neck, awkwardly and unsurely, “Hey, a helping hand is just a helping hand, what’s the meaning of directly hugging and embracing like this?” To say nothing of Li Jiujiu, who was holding Baili An and was dumbstruck. Even the onlookers on the shore all had shocked expressions, their jaws nearly hitting the ground. “This… this…” The usually articulate Meng Zifei couldn’t utter a complete sentence. Taixuan Sect’s Su Jing, pure as a lotus, morally upright, known for her chaste reputation and difficult to get close to anyone. After over two hundred years of cultivation, aside from those unsubstantiated stories from her youth, she had always masked her face and lived in seclusion in white clothing, never close to anyone. Was the sun rising from the west today? What did they see? They actually saw the Young Sect Master cradling the spoiled, unlikable little princess of Shifang City like a precious gem in her arms… Su Jing paid no attention to the crowd’s gazes, only lowered her head and looked at Fang Geyu struggling in her embrace, her clear, distinct eyes revealing a hint of unreadable helplessness. She reached out to pinch Fang Geyu’s sharply pointed chin, preventing her face from rubbing against her chest. Her naturally cold voice at this moment had no hint of aggression, instead, it was somewhat gentle, “Don’t move.” The strength in her fingertips was light, so light that even a three-year-old child could easily break free. However, when Fang Geyu felt the delicate and cool touch on her chin, the ever-confident and proud face instantly reddened, both shy and fearful. She had never been so frivolously teased by that woman. She also learned for the first time that Su Jing without a mask and sword could indeed be so fearsome. Fang Geyu, like a quail frozen stiff, curled up in her embrace, still maintaining her haughty demeanor, said fiercely, “I… I keep a courtesan, I’m… not interested in women.” In a moment of crisis, she even brought up her courtesan. This wasn’t exactly something to be proud of. Su Jing couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, amusement flickered in her eyes, almost smiling. Li Jiujiu gasped in shock, stunned, “What?! Geyu actually kept a courtesan behind my back?!” The young lady from a wealthy family had finally fallen. Frightened, Li Jiujiu hugged Baili An tighter, inwardly disdainful towards the courtesan living off a woman. A man with no prospects would become a woman’s courtesan. Unlike her Xiao An, handsome and powerful, never relying on his looks to get by. On the riverbank, the blood-dressed female ghost holding a pipa moved her fingers across the strings, leaped to the bow of the Painted Boat, and began to gently play. The Painted Boat at the riverbank, without any wind, moved under these soothing pipa notes, seeming to sail with the wind across the water toward the other shore. Compared to Ghost’s simple straw-roofed small boat, the speed of this Painted Boat was many times faster, the breeze at the bow refreshing, the touch of water calming. In no time, they had already surpassed Ghost’s little boat. The Netherworld Ghost Ship, indeed belonging to the Netherworld’s Lethe, naturally goes against the wind effortlessly. Seeing the Painted Boat gradually moving away, Lin Jue exclaimed, “This truly is a display of divine skills as a dragon crosses the river.” Meng Zifei, not knowing when, lifted his head again, gazing deeply at the little Lethe, smiled ambiguously and was about to speak when suddenly, in the distance, a silhouette of Cold Crows flapping their wings appeared in the sky. The old crow cried out, its tail dragging strands of scarlet feathers as it landed on the river monument, its gaze indifferent as it surveyed the crowd. Meng Zifei’s expression finally showed an unnatural change, he stiffened, turned around, and with a sense of awareness, looked towards the sparse woods.

Chapter 343 - 343 341 Why Duck!

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