Chapter - 197 Coming And Going of a Messenger Brings a Laugh (4) (1/2)

Zhang Wuji's heart was like a tidal wave as his mind raced in myriads of thoughts. Shortly afterwards Zhu'er returned with two snow birds. She built a fire and roasted the birds; it was tasty beyond comparison. Zhang Wuji ate one bird clean to its bone, but it was not enough for him. Zhu'er pursed her lips and laughed then she pushed her two bird legs, which she saved earlier, to him. Actually, she saved the legs because it was her favorite part of the chicken.

Zhang Wuji was about to decline when Zhu'er angrily said, ”If you want to eat, just eat. Whoever speaks to me with pretense, saying something without meaning it, I will stab three holes on his body with a knife.”

Zhang Wuji did not dare to talk too much, he ate the two bird legs. Because his mouth was greasy, he picked up a handful of snow from the ground and wiped his face, then used his sleeve to dry it up. Zhu'er happened to turn her head and saw him wiping his face clean. She could not help from being startled and stared at him.

Zhang Wuji was embarrassed; ”What is it?” he asked.

Zhu'er said, ”How old are you?”

”Twenty one,” Zhang Wuji replied.

”Hmm,” Zhu'er said, ”You are only three years older than I am. Why do you have such a long beard?”

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, ”I lived alone in a remote valley deep in the mountains, I have never met anybody else, so I have never thought of shaving.”

Zhu'er took out a knife with golden handle from her side and raised it to his face to shave him slowly. Zhang Wuji felt the blade was very sharp; everywhere the knife touched, hair immediately fell. Feeling her soft and tender palm and fingers, Zhang Wuji could not stop his heart from beating faster.

The knife slowly arrived at his neck. Zhu'er laughed and said, ”If I exert a little bit more force, your throat will be cut and you'll become a ghost. Are you or are you not afraid?”

Zhang Wuji also laughed, ”To die under Miss' jade-like hands, I will become a happy ghost.”

Zhu'er flipped the knife and pressed hard on his throat with the back of the knife. ”Then be a happy ghost!” she shouted.

Zhang Wuji was scared and wanted to jump, but her movement was swift, the knife was also very close. As he was about to jump, the blade had already slashed. He was powerless to resist, but the Jiu Yang Shen Gong inside his body reacted automatically and shook the knife sideways. It was then that he knew she was only using the back of the blade.

Zhu'er felt a jolt on her arm. ”Aiyo!” she cried out, but then giggled immediately. ”Are you happy?” she asked.

Zhang Wuji laughed and nodded his head. His natural disposition was rather serious, but in front of Zhu'er he somehow felt free and unrestrained. It was as if he had known her since childhood and they grew up together; he felt unexplainably at ease and even had an urge to joke around with her.

Finished with shaving him clean, Zhu'er stared at him for half a day. Suddenly she heaved a deep sigh.

”What is it?” Zhang Wuji asked.