Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Roaming the World with Sword (36)

”Do you want to be with me?”

This question suddenly fell by Ming Xian’s ear, causing his fingertips to tremble and waves of pain to rise in his heart.

It was like stepping into the void and falling off a cliff, thinking he was doomed, only to suddenly land on a cloud.

The whole world quieted down, and he seemed to be back on the sea, under a deep blue sky where the stars were woven together, and the waves carried them up and down, with only each other’s breath in their ears.

He said, ”Yes.”

”Then stay by my side properly.” Chuzheng pulled the paper away, ”What drug did you give me last time?”

Chuzheng changed the topic so quickly that Ming Xian was a bit behind.

”Just... just...” Ming Xian mumbled something, not daring to look into Chuzheng’s eyes, ”I took the antidote in advance.”

Chuzheng recalled that Ming Xian had some strange little bottles on him; she hadn’t even taken his sword, let alone those things.

”We’re even now.” Ming Xian hurriedly defined the matter before Chuzheng, ”You can’t get angry.”

If Chuzheng wanted to pursue it, indeed, she stopped.

Chuzheng with a slight annoyance pressed him onto the bed, making him lie down properly.

Ming Xian grabbed her, ”Am I being very selfish, knowing full well that I don’t have much time left but still wanting to hold onto you?”

”As long as you don’t sneak around behind my back causing trouble, it’s fine to be selfish and hold onto me.” Chuzheng propped both hands on either side.

Ming Xian could clearly see his own reflection in Chuzheng’s eyes.

Her gaze remained cold.

But Ming Xian felt that when she looked at him, there was a warmth in her focused and earnest demeanor.

Chuzheng lowered her head and lightly pecked his lips.

”You should be glad you didn’t choose to leave.”

”...Why?”

”If you ran, I would have to catch you, and that would be very troublesome.” Chuzheng paused, thinking of something, she asked, ”Do you feel uncomfortable with me keeping you here?”

”A little, I suppose.” Ming Xian thought of the last incident.

The room suddenly quieted down.

Looking at Chuzheng’s indifferent eyes, Ming Xian hesitantly spoke, ”I... I’m not angry. It’s just that I’m not used to having my actions restricted.”

Ming Xian did not lie; at that time he was indeed not angry with her.

”Then you’d better not think about running again.” Chuzheng finally blurted out a sentence.

She thought silently, even if what Han Qiqi said was right, she wouldn’t change!

Definitely not!

”You really don’t mind that I only have a year left...”

”No, I won’t.” Chuzheng’s fingertips brushed against Ming Xian’s cheek, firmly reassuring him, ”I’ll find a way, I won’t let you die.”

Ming Xian was greedy for the warmth from Chuzheng’s hands, unable to resist rubbing against her.

-

Senior Brother Han Qiqi said he would go back to check the master’s notes, and the next day he left with Han Qiqi, leaving some prescriptions for Chuzheng to prepare as instructed.

The medicine prescribed by Senior Brother Han Qiqi was incredibly bitter, completely unlike Han Qiqi’s style.

Recently, Ming Xian had been smelling that scent so often that he felt nauseous as soon as he smelled it.

”Can I not drink it...”

”Should I feed you or will you drink it yourself?” Chuzheng’s tone allowed no argument.

Ming Xian didn’t dare let Chuzheng feed him; her ’feeding’ looked different from others’.

Ming Xian held his breath and finished the medicine, and Chuzheng immediately gave him a preserved plum, his tongue grazing Chuzheng’s fingertip, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he licked it again.

Chuzheng was grateful she’d washed her hands.

Chuzheng handed him the rest of the preserved plums with a blank face, then turned around and wrote a letter to Han Qiqi, asking if Ming Xian was fit for mating now.

When Han Qiqi saw those words, he felt like he was struck by lightning, trembling as he replied—not advised.

Ming Xian’s physical condition wasn’t very good and not suitable for that kind of activity.

At least he should be more stabilized first.

Chuzheng disappointedly cooked the carrier pigeon to nourish Ming Xian’s body.

[... Miss sister, what are you getting mad at the pigeon for?]

Wasn’t it meant to be eaten?

[...] Eat what ghost! [That’s a carrier pigeon!]

Isn’t it a pigeon?

[...] Yes, it is.

Since it’s a pigeon, why can’t it be eaten? It’s not for me, it’s for the Good Person Card, criticize him.

[...] I, I...

Annoyed, the King’s Account issued a task to Chuzheng.

Chuzheng and the King’s Account tormented each other, a love-hate relationship.

Ultimately, the carrier pigeon was definitely not eaten by Ming Xian; he didn’t eat meat, but Chuzheng forced him to drink two sips of soup.

However, after two sips, and before he even swallowed, he spat it all out.

Han Qiqi said he needed to nourish his body well; being vegetarian wasn’t sufficient!

How does the Good Person Card expect to manage being so picky with food!

”Are you anorexic?” Chuzheng resisted the urge to forcibly feed him.

Ming Xian hadn’t heard of the term before but could understand from the wording, he shook his head, ”No.”

”Then why don’t you eat this or that? What do you want! Become immortal? This world doesn’t support you becoming immortal!”

”I don’t like it.”

”What do you like, I’ll have someone make it for you.” Chef after chef, yet none managed to satisfy him, Chuzheng wanted to kill a chef for some peace!

”...”

Ming Xian shook his head.

Chuzheng glanced at the soup on the table and then at Ming Xian, who had his head lowered, ”Come over here.”

Ming Xian caught Chuzheng’s eye, hesitated, then got up and walked to her side.

As soon as he stood still, Chuzheng scooped him into her arms, and Ming Xian, unable to steady himself, fell straight into her embrace in an ambiguous yet slightly awkward posture, sitting on her lap.

Chuzheng held him and picked up the soup from the table.

”I don’t want to...”

Chuzheng took a sip herself, then, holding him down, directly transferred it to him by mouth.

Ming Xian: ”!!!”

Perhaps it was Chuzheng’s unconventional method of feeding him that prevented Ming Xian from feeling nauseous; instead, Chuzheng succeeded in feeding quite a bit of it to him.

After Chuzheng tidied up, Ming Xian’s face still had a trace of discomfort, but the mask covering the top half of his face made him less embarrassed.

Ming Xian didn’t know what to say, so he simply asked about Qiu Yuehe, ”Qiu Yuehe... is he dead?”

Chuzheng wrapped her arms around him, playing with his fingers, ”Do you want him dead?”

Ming Xian didn’t answer, instead asking Chuzheng, ”Does he deserve to die?”

So many lives in Kongming Valley, all because of him.

Deserving of death?

Undoubtedly, Qiu Yuehe needed to pay the price for this.

Ming Xian clenched his fist, ”Qiu Yuehe exterminated my entire family just for the Shadowless Sword Technique...”

”Human greed has no limits.” What they can’t get, they try to get; once they have it, they want more.

Chuzheng found herself becoming greedy.

For this person she did not know very well.

Ming Xian spoke softly, ”But I also killed so many people; I’m no different from him, and those outside call me a Demon Head, which is not wrong.”

Chuzheng pried open his hand, threading her fingers through and pressing her palms against his, their ten fingers tightly interlocked, ”Where there’s cause, there’s effect. Your outcome is the cause sown by Qiu Yuehe; it’s not your fault, don’t overthink.”

”Do you feel repulsed by my bloodshed?”

”Do you think I’d despise you if you were sitting in my lap right now?”

”...” The clouds before Ming Xian’s eyes inexplicably cleared a lot, but another emotion quickly surged.