848 Master (2/2)

”I'll ask you again. If you don't answer this time, I'll kill you.” Qian Ying threatened her directly.

”I'll answer all your questions,” Han Fen said amiably. ”It's okay if you kill me. But please don't do that to me again. I nearly ascended to heaven.”

Qian Ying snorted. ”Has Instructor Shangguan been here these days?”

”Which days were you referring to by 'these days'?”

Qian Ying was surprised, ”The last… three or four days.”

”She has been here.”

”For what?”

”Do you want me to tell you or to show you?”

”Tell me.” Qian Ying involuntarily moved a little further away from Han Fen, her right hand firmly grasping the dagger.

”They hugged each other, took off their clothes and kissed each other. I didn't see many details, but judging by the sound, I believe that their skills suck. Dragon King was like a piece of wood and he wasn't gentle at all. The little girl is also too young and lacks experience. She was too timid. If I were her…”

”Enough!” Qian Ying snapped, but she shut up immediately and listened for a while. After confirming that her voice hadn't attracted anybody's attention, she became relieved.

”They seemed to be pretty happy,” Han Fen explained. ”And they grab every chance they have to do that thing. Alas. I don't understand why didn't the Dragon King ask me for help. I can teach him some moves, and I can use the Pleasure Finger Technique…”

Qian Ying knew what the ”Pleasure Finger Technique” was. ”If you dare to use this evil kung fu on master, I'll cut you into pieces!”

”Good. I like being cut to pieces. But you'd better throw those pieces far away. Otherwise, the King of Hell will piece me back together.”

”I'll skewer you and then slowly roast you over a fire. And then you will know what is it like to be tortured by the King of Hell even if you're still alive.”

Han Fen was scared. ”I won't use Pleasure Finger Technique, okay? Actually I can't use it even if you didn't warn me. I've only used it once – and not on that little girl. The Dragon King was very angry.”

Qian Ying sat transfixed with shock for a while, her dagger still in its original position. She felt that she needed some more direct evidence, so she asked, ”Where are they now?”

”Are they not in the little girl's tent? For the past few days, they've been sneaking around all the time.”

”If they were there, then why am I here?”

”Then I really don't know. Maybe they wanted to try something new, so they went to a strange place. The main tent of the Middle Corps is a pretty good choice – it's large and spacious. And the Butchery Battalion. That place is the best – the fragrance of blood alone will blow you away…”

”Shut up,” Qian Ying ordered. She believed that Han Fen indeed didn't know. ”I should've killed you, but my master doesn't allow me to kill in this encampment, so today's your lucky day.”

”Your master's so kind. Who is it?”

Qian Ying snorted, unaware of whether Han Fen was actually stupid or whether she was just acting dumb. ”My service to my master is probably going to an end soon, so I'm warning you – if you dare disclose a single word of what happened tonight to anybody, especially to the Dragon King, I'll come back and hunt you down even if I'm thousands of miles away. If I fail to skewer you and roast you alive for hours, I'll strike my head on a tree and kill myself.”

”Don't!” Han Fen yelled in panic. ”Don't kill yourself. I promise I won't tell anybody.”

Qian Ying remained silent for a while. ”Hello,” Han Fen stretched her arm out and found that nobody was beside the bed anymore. She stroked her neck and found that there was no dagger there. It was at this moment that she realized that she no longer felt anything sharp on her skin anymore.

”Impressive,” Han Fen muttered a compliment. And then she turned over several times, dragging the quilt back and forth. After a short while, she fell asleep once more, breathing evenly as if she was having a sweet dream.

It was late at night. Qian Ying was still searching for her master. Shangguan Ru and the Dragon King were not in any of the tents in the encampment.

This was the wilderness. The cold moon was high up in the sky. Withered grass was rustling. The high, mighty Heavenly Mountain was like a sleeping giant dragon, dwarfing the nearby encampment as if it were just a small worm.

The wind was cold. Two people had put a thick cape on the ground, and they covered their body with another one.

Shangguan Ru was curled into a ball, her head resting on Gu Shenwei's thigh. Her whole body was covered by the cape, leaving only a narrow opening for breathing. The end of her nose was a little pale.

Gu Shenwei sat on the cape with his knees bent up, one leg on the ground, and the other stretched out. His right hand was tightly holding onto the cape, and his left hand was on her lower abdomen, occasionally imbuing her with a stream of warm Sumeru Mustard Qi to help them both stay warm.

They had been in this posture for almost four hours by now.

Gu Shenwei's mind was blank, his eyes slowly sweeping around – from the cold moon in the sky to the vaguely seen grass, trees and insects on the ground. The sound of the wind, the rustling of the grass and leaves, and the sound of the animals crawling around – he identified all of them and stored them in his memory.

He wanted to remember all of these things and seal them up for good.

Shangguan Ru woke up. She slightly moved the edge of the cape with one finger, revealing her eyes which were blacker than the night. ”Hasn't dawn broken yet?”

”It will soon.”

Shangguan Ru jumped out of the cape like a rabbit and stretched dramatically. ”I've never had a better sleep. You didn't sleep?”

”I'm not used to sleeping at night.”

”Ha-ha.” Shangguan Ru knew this was a common habit for killers, but she had never been a real killer.

Gu Shenwei was the one who had arranged the defense of the encampment, and he had secretly set up an exclusive secret passage for himself so as to go in and out of the encampment without anybody knowing. This passage seemed very dangerous, but as long as one knew the relevant information and had decent lightness skills, they could easily sneak in and out of the encampment.

The two parted near Shangguan Ru's tent and they ended this plain night with a fond kiss.

Qian Ying had been waiting for a very long time. She finally confirmed that it was about time she put an end to her service to her master and return to Golden Roc Castle.