Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1108: Chapter 1108: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 12)

The little girl lay flat on the bed, her hands neatly crossed over her front, her sleeping posture extremely standard, so standard it was a bit... eerie.

Ming Xian walked to the bedside, wanting to call her, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back.

He lowered his head to scrutinize the person on the bed.

Ming Xian hadn’t really taken a close look at her before, but now that he did, Ming Xian realized she was actually quite pretty, with a delicate charm that exuded a hint of cuteness...

Hmm, limited to appearance only.

When she was awake, there wasn’t a trace of cuteness.

Ming Xian pursed his lips, cautiously sitting at the edge of the bed, not knowing what he was doing there, so he simply held his sword and stared at her.

Chuzheng had already woken up when Ming Xian entered, but she was a bit sleepy, too lazy to open her eyes.

Sensing that Ming Xian didn’t seem to intend to do anything, she continued sleeping.

However...

She couldn’t sleep.

Why was Ming Xian staring at her like that?

Was he wondering about the best way to cut?

Chuzheng took a deep breath and opened her eyes; Ming Xian’s gaze seemed a bit unfocused, not showing any focal point as she opened her eyes.

Chuzheng reached out and pulled him over, Ming Xian snapped back to awareness, but he was already on top of Chuzheng along with the sword.

Chuzheng pressed his waist with one hand, the other spanning across his back.

”Why are you staring at me?”

Are you trying to harm me!

”Let go!”

Ming Xian was somewhat annoyed.

”Answer my question.” Chuzheng didn’t let go, instead tightening her grasp.

Their bodies pressed closely together, Ming Xian could clearly feel her body, so different from a man’s softness.

Along with a trace of cold and serene scent.

That hint of cold fragrance seemed to stir up a peculiar feeling, making his heart itch and a strange current flow through his body.

Ming Xian suppressed that odd feeling: ”I just came to check on you.”

”Have you seen enough?”

”I’ve seen enough, let go of me.”

Chuzheng suddenly turned over, and Ming Xian immediately rolled into the tangle, with her half-pressing on him: ”Take your time looking, I’m very sleepy, don’t disturb.”

Chuzheng hooked her fingertip around the edge of his mask, Ming Xian startled, reached out to stop it but was already too late.

The mask was lifted, revealing the scar on his forehead.

Ming Xian seemed to have a secret exposed, and he appeared agitated, yet Chuzheng leaned down, planting a kiss upon the scar on his forehead.

The warm lips touched the long-standing scar, Ming Xian felt as if he was burned, his body quivering slightly.

That kiss was like a dragonfly touching the water, brushing over like a feather.

Chuzheng lay down, embraced him, and directly shut her eyes.

Ming Xian: ”...”

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertip touched his forehead, and the next second, it withdrew as if pricked.

Ming Xian remembered to get up and leave; his lower half was pinned by a leg, the girl holding him, whispered softly: ”Don’t fuss, be good.”

Ming Xian, within those few words, was filled with a surging palpitation.

An inexplicable feeling flooded over him, drowning him, then retreated like a tide.

And then, only anger remained.

She actually dared...

Actually dared...

Ming Xian, after venting his anger, felt stifled.

-

Chuzheng had slept quite deeply, waking up without knowing how long she’d been asleep.

She slightly turned her gaze.

The man lay beside her, three thousand strands of dark hair beneath him, his white clothes snow-like, making his skin appear more fair.

The scar on his forehead didn’t seem menacing now, like crow feather eyelashes gathered together casting small dense shadows under the eyelid, the bridge of his nose high, light thin pale pink lips lightly pursed as if somewhat uneasy.

Chuzheng selectively blind, unable to see Ming Xian’s scar, just felt her Good Person Card looked so good.

Chuzheng noticed the sword in Ming Xian’s embrace...

She extended her demon claws, intending to take the sword, but Ming Xian sensed it, furrowed his brows, held the sword tighter, and was about to wake up.

Chuzheng immediately withdrew her hand, gently patting Ming Xian’s shoulder, soothing him like a child.

Ming Xian’s furrowed brows relaxed, his breathing gradually steadied.

Chuzheng glared at that sword.

Why did I try to pick it up!?

Sword: ...

Chuzheng silently flailed her claws at the sword for a bit, carefully releasing Ming Xian before getting off the bed and leaving the room.

Chuzheng tidied her clothes, and the chatty Villain A and B in the corridor saw her coming out, immediately greeted her.

”Chu...”

”Keep it down.”

Villain A and B glanced behind, winked at Chuzheng, lowered their voices: ”Miss Chuzheng, how do we handle that person?”

This person, also unknown where Miss Chuzheng captured him from, was said he intended to frame the Sect Hierarch, wanting them to interrogate the mastermind behind it.

Chuzheng placed her hands on the railing, looking downward: ”Has he confessed?”

”No. He’s very tight-lipped, tried everything but won’t say a word.”

Chuzheng tapped her fingers on the railing: ”Have the kitchen prepare some food, send it to Ming Xian when he wakes up. I’ll go take a look.”

Villain A and B agreed.

-

There was a basement in the Drunken Red Pavilion, once was used to detain the girls who tried to escape, now Bai Ying was locked here.

Bai Ying was tied to a chair, his white clothes stained with blood, head hung down, looking like he was lifeless.

But judging by the rise and fall of his chest, the person was still alive.

Crash—

The door was opened, Chuzheng entered accompanied by Sect Members from the Brahman Immortal Sect.

The Sect Member fetched a ladle of water and splashed it directly on Bai Ying’s head, someone removed the cloth from his mouth.

The numb and sour mouth couldn’t close for a moment.

Bai Ying slowly awakened, his whole body aching, having no strength, just sensed someone entering, thought it was those interrogating him, decided to keep feigning death.

”Do you think, if you go back now, how would your master view you?”

This voice...

Bai Ying suddenly lifted his head.

Only to see the little girl who threw him here and never appeared again, standing leisurely in front of him.

The dirty and messy basement sharply contrasted with her clean moon-white attire.

Bai Ying panted heavily with rough gasps.

”Even if you go back now, your master wouldn’t believe you anymore, you say you didn’t divulge anything, who can vouch for you.”

The little girl’s voice lacked inflection, in this dark and cramped dungeon, it felt eerie, striking directly at the heart.

Bai Ying’s breathing became rapid, yet he gritted his teeth and said: ”I don’t know anything, if you have the guts, kill me!”

Chuzheng composedly justified herself with a stern little face: ”Why should I kill you, I’m not cruel like that.”

Bai Ying: ”...”

Who set fire to the Yang Residence?

Was it him?

Was it him?!

Bai Ying wasn’t aware of the events outside, hence did not know all the bodies in the Yang Residence were gone.

Bai Ying remained very stubborn: ”You won’t be able to get any information from me.”

”Oh.”

Chuzheng replied very blandly, Bai Ying couldn’t help but look at her strangely.

Would she let him off so easily?

Chuzheng stood there, finding Bai Ying’s clothing rather obstructive, commanded the Sect Members with a demeanor of the Demon Head: ”Strip his clothes first.”

Bai Ying: ”!!!”