Far away from everything.
Alone in this unfamiliar world.
Encountered curious, fun things...
Looking at Yan Beihan now, Fang Che’s eyes were deep, and he sighed lightly in his heart.
This Yan Beihan, if one day in the future, I need to personally end her life, would I be able to do it?
For a mont, it was hard to grasp in my heart.
"If in the future her hands are stained with the blood of innocents and Guardians... then, why hesitate to kill?"
Fang Che comforted himself in his heart.
"But what if her hands remain forever clean?"
Another voice rose in his heart.
But he quickly denied it: with Yan Beihan’s talent and ability, she would sooner or later govern a region of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, and at that kind of ti, how could her hands not be stained with blood?
The water gradually cald.
The two of them were like two free fish, swimming leisurely in the erald-like clear lake water.
Yan Beihan’s clothes fluttered, her long hair freely drifting in the water, eyes filled with fantasies, a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth, looking utterly soft.
As if she were an untainted girl, freely roaming in her most beautiful dream.
Her slender body was gracefully curvaceous, exuding a lightness like a fairy, ethereal as a cloud, yet with a peaceful and gentle aura. Just by looking, one imdiately felt the tranquility of ti and the beauty of the Mortal World.
Fang Che quietly supported her from behind, his face hidden in the water currents... only half of his face exposed, eyes full of profundity.
Just by looking, it would spontaneously give rise to a feeling: Fang Che is the real Demon Sect figure, while Yan Beihan is a pure, immaculate fairy unsullied by worldly dust.
Innocent and pure, spotless.
In this water, the fairy played joyously without worries, while the one called Fang Che was pondering a belly full of bad ideas... so bad they oozed pus.
Even at a thousand-foot depth, ascending slowly, it wouldn’t take long. The buoyancy of the water is inherently large.
Slowly feeling the top of the head getting brighter.
Yan Beihan knew she was about to surface, even though her lungs now felt like they were about to explode, yet in her heart, there was a thick reluctance.
Really wishing Fang Che would give another breath, then dive down to play again.
Even had a feeling: if possible, I could stay like this for a lifeti and never co up.
That feeling, that ’real dream’ like beautiful feeling, truly unforgettable. Ethereal yet real, beautiful and everlasting.
It was the ultimate relaxation.
Also the ultimate enjoynt.
But once breaking the water surface, would face the world’s danger, complexity, and the dirt and disgust of the outside world.
The water surface rippled.
With a gentle splash, Yan Beihan broke through the surface.
The light was dazzling.
The water slipped down her cheeks and long hair.
As it slid, it was as if putting a mask called ’in the Mortal World’ on Yan Beihan again.
The whole person, with surfacing, beca aloof and proud, unreachable once more.
That was a natural protective color after a beautiful dream was forcibly broken. As the mind cleared, the coldness on Yan Beihan’s face gradually disappeared, it was a transformation of several emotions... even Yan Beihan herself didn’t know how her psychological change was.
Glancing at their location, actually in the lake center.
Hurriedly said: "Let’s quickly go, if Little Bear can’t find us and runs around, it would be trouble if it attracts the Demon Beasts here."
"Okay."
Fang Che himself didn’t feel, his voice carried a warmth it didn’t have before.
Or rather gentleness.
The water currents instantly swirled, all the way...
Pa pa pa pa...
Yan Beihan felt her butt being slapped and bumped again.
Couldn’t help but blush, saying: "Can you make the water not slap like this?"
Fang Che looked helpless: "This... really isn’t sothing I can control, it’s the forward thrust ford by the water currents..."
It’s not that he didn’t want to, the problem is from the first ti, it slapped like this, if it changed this ti, wouldn’t that prove I was doing it deliberately before?
Then wouldn’t the Eldest Lady Yan be furious with Thunder?
Good days only lasted a few days.
So Fang Che wisely chose to continue slapping.
Pa pa pa, pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa pa...
Yan Beihan gritted her teeth, enduring with a flushed face.
Impressive!
Just wait!
You think I don’t know you’re doing it on purpose?
In my life, I’ve never heard swimming acceleration needing water currents to slap the butt...
We in Wei Wo Zheng Sect also have a Water Demon!
Yemo, just you wait!
Fortunately, Mr. Fang was sowhat apprehensive this ti, slapping wasn’t too heavy.
Soon reached the shore.
This ti Yan Beihan silently chanted the Calming Incantation in her heart through the whole process, finally... slightly better than last ti.
Still urged Fang Che to go up first, then sorted herself out sowhat, went up with a swish, treasure clothes with Spiritual Power dried, instantly fresh and clean.
Then saw Fang Che walking over dumbfounded: "Little Bear is missing."
"What?! Little Bear is missing?"
Yan Beihan imdiately got anxious, rushing in with Three Steps, searching anxiously: "How could it be missing? Where did it go? It’s all your fault... you insisted on delaying ti... what if it’s lost?"
Fang Che couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Clearly, it was your suggestion, right?
How did this beco my fault?
The two of them separated to left and right to search for a while, indeed didn’t find where Little Bear went.
"The little guy didn’t return to the water either." Yan Beihan almost cried.
"Don’t worry, it will appear on its own in a bit." Fang Che was very confident about this.
Sure enough.
After about half a quarter, just when Yan Beihan was getting so anxious she couldn’t sit still...
Finally, there was movent in the forest.
"Ying ying ying?..."
It was Little Bear’s voice.
Yan Beihan leaped up, her pretty face imdiately glowing: "Little Bear!"
Both of them looked over, only to see Little Bear happily bursting out of the grass, clumsily moving its four short legs, rushing over to hug Fang Che’s leg.
"Ying ying... ow ow..."
Little Bear said.
Yan Beihan: "What is it saying?"
Fang Che looked baffled: "...do you think I can understand?"
Yan Beihan giggled. Then she extended a small hand, grabbed the nape of Little Bear and hoisted it up, fiercely said: "Little guy, you actually didn’t co hug ? What’s the aning!"
Little Bear’s four feet dangled, pitifully curled up into a ball.
Just about to put it down.
"Ow..."
A tender roar sounded, full of warning.
Then a small white shadow crawled out from the grass, charging cutely and fiercely at Yan Beihan.
Fuzzy white, tender...
Fang Che looked carefully, it was actually a... white cat?
Not right, with a body this size it could completely be called an adult. This is... a small White Tiger?
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