Chapter 930 – The Ups and Downs, and the People of the Plains Are Just as Before (1/2)

Chapter 930 – The Ups and Downs, and the People of the Plains Are Just as Before

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Zhexiu appeared much worse off than Chen Changsheng had imagined. His body that was as hard as metal was covered in wounds and caked in dust.

Chen Changsheng took a handkerchief from his sleeve and passed it over as he curiously asked, ”How did you make it through?”

Zhexiu expressionlessly said, ”Not countering if struck, not retorting if taunted, only walking forward.”

Chen Changsheng wondered, ”This way is also fine?”

Zhexiu replied, ”Perhaps he might have just killed me.”

Chen Changsheng commented, ”…This doesn't match up with your personality.”

Zhexiu answered, ”It can change.”

As a child, he had been regarded as a devil and exiled from his tribe. He struggled between life and death, fighting for survival.

Zhexiu had never been somebody that cared about the gazes of others, much less what the word 'normal' meant. He had a most cold and frigid personality.

But for certain reasons, he was willing to change himself, even if this ran counter to his nature and his strongest habits.

For example, he took the handkerchief from Chen Changsheng and diligently wiped the dirt off his face.

After a while, he earnestly asked Chen Changsheng, ”Is it clean now?”

Chen Changsheng looked for a while, then said, ”It's good enough.”

Zhexiu glanced at his clothes, which had been shredded by sword intent, and requested, ”I know that you keep a lot of clothes with you. Lend me a set.”

”I made a few sets of clothes when I had nothing else to do. In a little while, you can see if any of them fit you.”

Qi Jian's voice came from behind Chen Changsheng.

Her voice was very soft and was trembling somewhat.

Chen Changsheng moved aside.

Upon seeing this girl dressed in green, Zhexiu froze.

Qi Jian nervously looked at him.

Silence.

It had been many years since they last met.

It was somewhat unfamiliar.

It was somewhat uncomfortable.

He was still the same.

She was now a lady.

……

……

Qi Jian raised her skirt and bowed.

As Su Li's daughter and the Sect Master's last disciple, she was Mount Li's Junior Sister, possessing the most unique of identities.

She rarely bowed to others, so her actions were somewhat clumsy.

Zhexiu clasped his hands and bowed back. His actions were even more awkward, as he had never bowed to anyone before.

The mood was somewhat stiff.

The two silently gazed at each other, neither knowing how to start.

”I don't have much time,” Zhexiu suddenly said.

Qi Jian knew that his illness was in the midst of worsening, but upon hearing his words, she thought his attitude was still the same as always, so she couldn't help but be a little angry.

But Zhexiu added, ”So I want to cherish my time a little more.”

Startled, Qi Jian asked, ”What do you want to do?”

Zhexiu firmly said, ”I want to hug you.”

Qi Jian blushed, not knowing how to respond.

Zhexiu somewhat clumsily spread his arms wide.

Qi Jian almost wanted to cry as she said, ”I want you to carry me.”

Zhexiu turned around and squatted down in front of her.

Qi Jian leaned on his back, tightly hugged his neck, and then began to cry.

”Don't cry,” Zhexiu said in concern.

Feeling aggrieved, Qi Jian replied, ”I want to cry.”

Zhexiu thought about what to do, then asked, ”Where do you live?”

Qi Jian nervously asked, ”What do you want to do?”

Zhexiu answered, ”Didn't you say that you had made me some new sets of clothes?”

Leaning on his back, Qi Jian lightly snorted and said, ”Who said that those clothes were for you?”

Zhexiu laughed, saying nothing.