Translator:
Henyee Translations
Editor:
Henyee Translations
One day at noon.
Zhi Po.
Qing Chen’s flowery clothes swayed in the air. He floated to Ming Shu and his mood was a bit low.
Let’s go back to Xiling city.
You give up?
Ming Shu was surprised.
Qing Chen shook his head.
Hui Xue is right. In this world, there may have been no dragons…
Hui Xue didn’t think that her previous words were heard by Qing Chen. It was a bit embarrassing. She found an excuse to leave.
This doesn’t sound like you, why so passive?
Ming Shu seemed to be in a good mood, and she casually asked,
What happened?
Qing Chen lifted his clothes and sat down. He stared at the fire, where some fish was being roasted.
It’ll be my birthday in three months.
Qing Chen paused.
Twenty-six years old.
He felt the changes in his body in recent days.
So fast?
Qing Chen rolled his eyes at Ming Shu. She only knew how to eat all day and didn’t notice how much time had passed at all.
Plus they were in the Windy Mountain Range of Demons. It’s a place where people would ignore time.
So, go back for what—to wait to die?
Since they didn’t find the dragon, and there was no other way to cure this poison, he truly could only wait for death.
Qing Chen leaned toward Ming Shu, closer. An enchanting smile formed on his face and he asked,
What, you can’t bear to part with me?
If you are reluctant to let me die, just think of a way to cure me! Come on!
I won’t go back with you.
Ming Shu stepped away from Qing Chen. Her dream was to eat the entire Windy Mountain Range of Demons. She hadn’t finished yet.
Hey.
Qing Chen patted Ming Shu’s shoulder, and his strength pushed Ming Shu backward; they were accidentally facing each other now. Qing Chen, unprepared, looked into the depths of Ming Shu’s eyes. He fell into a feeling of softness. He seemed to see countless golden lights there, flashing and attracting him so deeply.
Ming Shu blinked; the lights disappeared as the mirror flower, as the water moon. Qing Chen moved his eyes away a bit unnaturally.
Well, we’ve gotten along for so long, won’t you return with me?
Ming Shu smiled and got rid of his hand.
Save it, no, you go back yourself.
Qing Chen didn’t give up.
You promised to cure me. So this is it? No, no way, you have to come with me.
I told you the treatment. You can’t find the medicine yourself. What’s the relation with me?
Something like a dragon, she was not the protagonist, how could she know where to find it!
Looking for medicine is your duty as a doctor, isn’t it?
Qing Chen argued unreasonably.
What? Are you serious?
Of course. I’m serious, and I’m going to rely on you,
Qing Chen answered in a provoking manner while playing with his own flowery clothes.
Wow, you really are shameless.
This idiot was getting bolder and bolder. It seemed that he hadn’t been given an ideological education class for a long time.
Qing Chen shook out his hair.
Yeah, you are so kind to me. I mean, you almost spoiled me.
He had been with Ming Shu for some time. Although her temperament was not clear, it was also not that hard to understand.
Ming Shu stared at him and didn’t speak.
I mean it. Come back with me.
Qing Chen coughed and avoided Ming Shu’s stare.
We didn’t find the dragon. It seems I really have to go back and wait for death. Could you see me off for my last trip?
WTF? Am I crazy? Am I really inviting this madwoman to come back for my last trip?
Screw the last journey!
Qing Chen was almost moved by his own tears, why could he act so well.
However, Ming Shu obviously didn’t seem to buy this.
You have so many disciples at your Drunken Flower Pavilion, they will accompany you during your final moments, don’t expect me.
How can they be compared with you?
When you get crazy, the whole Drunken Flower Pavilion wouldn’t be enough to calm you down.
You are the master of Death Valley. If you’re there with me when I’m dying, it would also be a proud thing for me.
I’m not the master anymore.
Not long ago, news arrived that Hong Yan brought people with him to Death Valley, and he claimed Ming Shu had died. All of Death Valley was now headed by Hong Yan.
Qing Chen obviously remembered this matter as well.
You come back with me, and I will help you get back Death Valley.
Ming Shu gave him a look of contempt.
Even if I want your help, do I need it?
Death Valley developed like this because she completely ignored it. If she wanted to take back Death Valley, it would cost no more than eating more food.
Qing Chen:
…
Don’t be so arrogant and show off your power!
In the end, Qing Chen didn’t persuade Ming Shu. Before the two separated, they had a big fight. The reason was that Qing Chen took away a bunch of fruits that Ming Shu picked the night before.
Zhi Po, do you even have a heart?
Qing Chen threw the bunch of fruit in front of Ming Shu and left, not looking back even once.
Ming Shu stared at the bright red fruit on the ground. She stood in place for a long time. Then she bent down and picked up the fruit, dusting the surface. She whispered softly to herself:
I didn’t have this before.
Hey!
The little beastie patted Ming Shu’s legs.
Ming Shu looked at it.
The little beastie patted its own small chest again. Its black jewel-like eyes were full of seriousness, but it appeared very funny.
One person and one beast silently looked at each other. No one knew what they had exchanged. In the end, Ming Shu chuckled and bent down to pick up the little beastie with the egg.
You eat less next time, I will be very happy.
Little beastie grunted.
We are family, mine is yours and yours is mine…
Miss…
Hui Xue approached Ming Shu slowly.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I’m very fine. I can eat an entire cow now.
Ming Shu threw away the little beastie.
The little beastie held its egg and rolled down the hillside. If you don’t know what heartache is, just imagine the little beastie’s expression now. It was like someone had just received a love confession from his crush, as a result, and she told him that it was actually for a game of Truth or Dare, and she chose the Dare.
…
Autumn leaves fell in the cold wind.
A tall, thin man stood in the courtyard, looking at a dead tree with his hand behind him.
Cough
… He placed his hand on his lips, and when he took it away, his palm was full of blood.
Master, the weather is getting colder, you should wear more clothes.
The guard put a cloak on Qing Chen as he spoke.
How’s the matter of Death Valley?
Qing Chen took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his palm. Then he went toward the room, wearing the cloak.
All solved, Miss Zhi Po… will still be the master of Death Valley when she comes back,
the guard answered.
Master, I don’t understand. You didn’t seem to like Miss Zhi Po, so why are you…
Helping eliminate the traitors in Death Valley for her?
Qing Chen shook his head. Perhaps he was crazy?
His mission had failed, but it really was not her fault. Just view it… as him compensating her, for he had bothered her a lot previously.
Qing Chen’s birthday was getting closer and closer, and his state was getting worse and worse. He could hardly get up from the bed now.
This year’s first snow came very early. Qing Chen looked at the falling snow outside the window, and his thoughts drifted far away.
Master.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and cold wind blew straight into the room, causing Qing Chen to shiver a little.
What’s the rush?
Qing Chen leaned against the bed with half of his face hidden in the dark. His expression couldn’t be seen.
The guard stepped forward.
Master, Miss Hui Xue… she wants to see you.
