Ding Fan, after target practice during the day, went to the seaside for so grilled seafood.
By then, the resort had been completely closed off, and many tourists had already been cleared out, so at this ti, the resort was exceptionally quiet.
Ding Fan actually quite enjoyed this tranquility.
After the three of them had eaten, Mu Zi patted her stomach. Perhaps because she played too wildly during the day, she went to rest in the tent co evening.
Now, Ding Fan and Qin Manshu had a rare chance to enjoy so ti alone together.
The trip was originally ant to be a getaway for just the two of them, but Mu Zi had crashed it halfway through.
As they walked slowly along the beach, two neat rows of small footprints were left behind them.
Qin Manshu had always longed for a chance to have intimate, one-on-one contact with Ding Fan, but when they were finally alone together, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
It was an excited kind of nervousness, though.
Qin Manshu silently followed by Ding Fan's side. He had a fragrance about him that was indescribable, a scent that no perfu could ever replicate.
Just slling it made one's mind settle, as if being by Ding Fan's side ant nothing else mattered.
Qin Manshu quickened her steps to catch up to Ding Fan, then gently latched onto his arm.
Ding Fan turned his head to look at Qin Manshu, blushing by his side.
Qin Manshu had an ethereal temperant, with a noble grace in her movents, yet under the soft moonlight, she seed as delicate as a demure housewife.
Presently, Qin Manshu's femininity beca more pronounced, losing the sharp business acun she exhibited as a corporate CEO during the day...
The seaside at night was windy.
Qin Manshu wasn't dressed in much today. After all, coming to the resort for a holiday with Ding Fan was just an impromptu decision.
At this mont, Ding Fan stopped and gently held Qin Manshu in his embrace.
Qin Manshu's quivering body settled once she was pulled into Ding Fan's arms.
The soft moonlight, complented by the sound of the waves, created a scene of unique romance.
Holding Qin Manshu's soft body in his arms, Ding Fan felt a wave of heat in his abdon. The faint orchid fragrance on her was slightly intoxicating.
Ding Fan gently lowered his head and soon found and captured Qin Manshu's lips.
Qin Manshu's lips were thin and tender...
When held in his mouth, they were moist and had a hint of freshness...
Ding Fan sowhat rudely pried open Qin Manshu's lips, his tongue invaded her mouth directly, and soon he drew her tongue into his own mouth.
Qin Manshu had little experience and simply responded awkwardly...
The two kissed for an indeterminate amount of ti before they reluctantly parted.
"So fragrant..." Ding Fan took a deep breath, as if savoring the kiss just now.
Qin Manshu was amused by Ding Fan's actions and started to laugh.
Seeing Qin Manshu's radiant smile, Ding Fan couldn't help but be moved.
Qin Manshu's beauty was natural, as if crafted by the Heavenly Palace.
"Brother Fan, being with you makes feel very happy," Qin Manshu said, looking blissfully at Ding Fan. "When I was very young, I dread of growing wings and soaring through the sky... And now, my dream is to be with you..."
After hearing Qin Manshu's words, Ding Fan smiled slightly. "Close your eyes," he said.
Although sowhat puzzled, Qin Manshu obediently closed her eyes.
At that mont, Ding Fan singlehandedly summoned his Flying Sword.
Once the Flying Sword was summoned by Ding Fan, it quickly expanded to a substantial size.
Ding Fan then walked over to Qin Manshu and slowly picked her up in a princess carry.
Standing on the Flying Sword, he then told Qin Manshu, "You can open your eyes now."
Qin Manshu slowly opened her eyes...
However, when she clearly saw the situation outside, her eyes imdiately widened with astonishnt.
At that mont, Ding Fan was actually carrying her in Sword Flight.
"How... How is this possible?"
Qin Manshu looked at Ding Fan incredulously. Having been educated in atheism since childhood, the idea of a sword flying under Ding Fan's control, without engines or fuel, was utterly magical to her.
Ding Fan didn't bother to explain to Qin Manshu; he just told her to hold on tight to him, and next, he piloted the sword away.
Whoosh...
Ding Fan's Sword Control speed was extrely fast, and in just the blink of an eye, Ding Fan had already reached the sea while holding Qin Manshu in his arms.
Qin Manshu, in Ding Fan's embrace, looked at the scenery beneath her feet.
The night curtain over the sea was truly majestic, with waves surpassing each other incessantly. Qin Manshu had never before co so close to flying.
With the waves beneath her feet, at this mont, Qin Manshu indeed felt like she was riding the wind and cleaving the waves.
"How does it feel? Is there a sensation, as if right now you're a little bird?" Ding Fan asked, holding Qin Manshu.
Qin Manshu gently nodded her head. "Brother Fan, thank you for making my childhood dream co true."
Ding Fan gave a slight smile, then he busied himself spurring his True Qi, and once again rushed forward with Qin Manshu.
Ding Fan, with Qin Manshu in his arms, flew through the air, continuously performing various bird-like maneuvers. At this ti, Qin Manshu was overwheld with emotion.
The greatest happiness for a woman is not how much a man gives her. The greatest happiness for a woman is when a man always centers her in his mind, cherishing her...
And at this mont, Ding Fan was undoubtedly cherishing her.
"Brother Fan, why can we fly...?"
After flying for a while, Qin Manshu finally voiced the doubts in her heart.
Ding Fan's Flying Sword, without any engines or other power devices, could still fly. This naturally left Qin Manshu very puzzled.
"There are many things I will tell you... but now is not the ti," Ding Fan said to Qin Manshu with a smile.
Aside from being beautiful, Qin Manshu was also a very clever girl. Seeing Ding Fan's response, she did not pursue the question further.
Qin Manshu believed that if Ding Fan wanted to tell her, he would definitely do so on his own initiative...
"Let's go back," Ding Fan said as he steered the Flying Sword to return. After all, they had been out for not a short ti.
Just at that mont, a strand of consciousness swept directly toward them,
Anyone with such consciousness was a warrior with cultivation of Earth Level or above. It was late, and from the direction of the consciousness, the people were coming from the sea.
Ding Fan imdiately probed with his Divine Sense.
Soon, Ding Fan pinpointed the newcors.
There were a total of five people, and their cultivations were mixed. The strongest among them seed to be of Second Grade Earth Level, while the weakest was a Human Level Fifth Grade Martial Artist.
These people were riding a Flying Carpet. They approached fiercely and swiftly stood opposite Ding Fan.
After a brief mont of contemplation, Ding Fan figured it out—they must have sensed the aura of the Flying Sword, which led them here.
"Leave behind the Flying Sword and that woman, then scram!"
From behind the Flying Carpet, one of the five, a middle-aged man with sowhat dark skin, stood up and said to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan's brow furrowed slightly. The newcors were indeed too arrogant.
Without a word of greeting, they demanded Ding Fan to leave behind his possessions, as if they already had the absolute upper hand.
Qin Manshu had never seen such a scene and started trembling all over.
Ding Fan gently patted Qin Manshu's back and then addressed her casually, as if no one else was present. "Just a few rotten garlic heads, nothing worthy of fear."
Rotten garlic heads?
The expression of the middle-aged leader tightened.
"Kid, you're really arrogant, don't think just because you happened to obtain a Flying Sword Magical Treasure, you can act tough in front of this elder. You're far from qualified!" he continued with a deeper tone. "If you want to save your life, leave the treasures and woman... I might reluctantly spare your life!"
Ding Fan snorted coldly and scanned the group. "This isn't a good place to fight, there's a small island aside. I'll wait for you there."
After speaking, Ding Fan, carrying Qin Manshu, flew towards the nearby island.
The five n were stunned to see Ding Fan's actions.
Being cornered by the five of them, Ding Fan, fighting alone, not only did not beg for rcy but also issued a challenge to take on several of them single-handedly.
"This idiot really doesn't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. Let's give him a good lesson!"
After the middle-aged man spoke, he led the other four in pursuit of Ding Fan.
Ding Fan's Flying Sword was indeed speedy, but although the middle-aged man and his group had a Magical Flying Carpet artifact, compared to Ding Fan's Flying Sword, it was not even close.
If it weren't for Ding Fan controlling the speed, they would have probably already arrived.
By the ti the middle-aged man and his companions descended on the Flying Carpet to the middle of the island, Ding Fan had long been waiting for them.
"Lad, you really chose to ignore the path to heaven and barge into hell! Here, we can kill you, and no one would ever know," said a young man with a small mustache standing behind the middle-aged man, speaking in a strange tone.
The corners of Ding Fan's mouth turned up slightly. "If you truly have the ans to take my life, then feel free to show them."
Seeing Ding Fan's deanor, the middle-aged man snorted coldly. "Ignorant of death! Brothers, listen to , chop this idiot into minceat! He likes to act tough, so let's see him act tough all the way to granny's house!"
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