Jiang Shouzhong’s statent once again plunged the air into silence.
Ran Qingchen looked astonished, and then spat lightly, turning her head away, "Who has a child with you..."
Jiang Shouzhong touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Just kidding."
Ran Qingchen pursed her red lips and looked at the ancient tree not far away without a word, her exposed half-slice of snowy neck dazzlingly rosy, her cheeks flushed with heat.
A fiery breath gently spread between them, as if carrying an invisible warmth that not only ward the air around them but also inadvertently brought them closer, suffusing a delicate and charming sentint.
Jiang Shouzhong’s words had ultimately crossed the line.
Perhaps it was an ill-tid joke, perhaps an inadvertent probe.
But for the two, who were already in a complex emotional phase, his words seed to attempt piercing through the paper.
From initial mutual disregard, to friendship, to understanding, to the growth of obscure feelings.
Through all this, Ran Qingchen had invariably been the more proactive one.
Due to her personality, the unyielding her always broke her own rules to vie for presence with the man.
And because of the "Love-void Realm" within her, she was always caught in a dilemma between decisiveness and reluctance, completely heeding others in matters of the heart.
She had steadfast goals, yet couldn’t own her opinions.
Sotis she released her feelings and at other tis, she retracted them, back and forth.
Her openness about her emotions this ti was only because of her sworn sister Qu Hongling’s suggestion, without any personal opinion or decision-making on her own part.
Therefore, Jiang Shouzhong’s words undoubtedly made her very happy.
She felt that the man might be hinting at sothing.
But she didn’t know how to reveal this hint, fearing that being too direct might lead to misunderstandings, and if too implicit, she might miss the chance, ultimately remaining silent.
At this mont, Ran Qingchen desperately wished for a strategist beside her to devise a plan.
Jiang Shouzhong was ticulously treating a wound, applying dicine, and then tied a clean strip of cloth around her abdon, softly saying, "That monster is the Su Family Master, Su Shanke."
"Is it him?"
Ran Qingchen was imnsely shocked.
Su Shanke, renowned as having the "second fastest blade in the world," had a highly recognized na in Jianghu. He had initially joined forces with the Liushan Division to execute Qu Hongling and was the only one who returned alive.
And the court had also provided ample care to the Su Family.
However, Su Shanke returned half-crazed, no one knows what had happened during the siege on Qu Hongling.
"This guy is no longer normal, was like a monster at ho," said Jiang Shouzhong.
Jiang Shouzhong helped her dress, and said calmly, "I don’t know what he has gone through to turn into this ghostly apparition, perhaps it’s the effect of Demon Energy."
Ran Qingchen fell into deep thought.
She hadn’t ntioned any of this during the ti she and Qu Hongling were trapped in the Asura Hall.
"Speaking of which, why did you co to Asura City?" Jiang Shouzhong asked.
Ran Qingchen said helplessly, "At the ti, we were tracking Shan Dongchuan, and he had contact with a masked person, so Nan Shuang and I discussed and decided to follow that masked person. That’s how we ended up in Asura City and accidentally discovered an altar."
"An altar? Similar to the underground palace’s altar?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked curious.
Ran Qingchen shook her head, "It’s different; we couldn’t get close to that altar, but it seems intact, significantly larger than the one in the underground palace used for nurturing dragon eggs."
Jiang Shouzhong pondered for a mont, looking at her pale face and said, "Let’s leave here first before discussing further."
"What about Nan Shuang?"
Ran Qingchen asked.
Jiang Shouzhong said, "I separated from her to find you; we’ll look for her once we leave here."
"Okay."
Ran Qingchen nodded her head lightly.
She struggled to stand up to walk on her own, but Jiang Shouzhong turned his back to her and bent down.
"I’ll carry you," the man said.
Ran Qingchen modestly wanted to refuse, but Jiang Shouzhong said, "I’ve already carried you before at Famous Sword Villa."
Taken aback, the woman hesitated for a mont, then placed her arms on his shoulders, slowly leaned over, and lay on his back.
The pressure from a substantial water bag made Jiang Shouzhong grimace.
The shock-absorbing effect was simply top-notch.
After observing around and seeing no sign of the monster, Jiang Shouzhong carried her down from the wooden house.
Since the previous entrance had already disappeared, Jiang Shouzhong could only slowly search through the forest.
Ran Qingchen lightly wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her fingertips subtly sensing the warmth and safety emanating through his clothes, a faint smile hanging on her lips.
This was the second ti the man had carried her.
Compared to that ti at Famous Sword Mountain, her emotions this ti were much richer.
Her heart seed to be coated with a layer of honey.
mories were sweet, joy was sweet, heartbeats were sweet, breathing was sweet...
Once she had detested being in a position of weakness, disliked being helped by others, but now she was enjoying this feeling of being protected, even feeling happy about her injuries.
"Am I too heavy?" Ran Qingchen asked anxiously.
"No, very light."
In such matters, Jiang Shouzhong would not be foolish.
Ran Qingchen was reassured, her cheek gently against the man’s shoulder side as she casually asked, "Jiang Mo, have you carried other won?"
"Yes, I have."
Jiang Shouzhong answered truthfully.
He had carried Hong’er, Yelü Miaomiao, and even Er Liang.
"Oh."
The woman’s expression darkened, and she involuntarily pouted.
"Was it Xia He?" The woman’s fingers unconsciously drew circles on the man’s clothes, she asked softly.
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