Wen Kexing paused, and turned his head to look at him, as if to ascertain that he was not joking. After a long while, he finally said, “You said...you want to keep me?”

Zhou Zishu laughed, and said, “It doesn’t matter what seat you are on. If one has been trapped by a particular post, it is discomforting. This feeling…”

He stopped, the rest of his words vanishing into a very slight smile--no one understood this feeling more than he did.

The break of dawn was nearing. Not long after, Liu Qianqiao’s trail went cold; the two men searched the spot for a while to no avail. Just as they were preparing to turn back, a woman’s tragic shout suddenly rang out. Zhou Zishu frowned, and headed in that direction in a show of physical skill.

The two men concealed the sounds of their breathing, and walked with lighter footsteps. As they watched, hidden off to the side, they saw Liu Qianqiao, an arrow embedded in her shoulder, still fighting another person with her all. Surprisingly, that person was also someone familiar to them--it was Cangshan Sect’s Huang Daoren.

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*cough cough*, I updated late tonight, mostly because I had a little accident = =

When I came out of the shower I felt a little faint, and I thought I was very persistently standing upright on my own. But when a girl came to help me up, I discovered that I was horizontal...

In the process of this, I forgot to switch on the third-person omniscient perspective, so I can’t verify the details of how I fell flat on my face. Although, luckily, I, as an adult who weighs ninety-plus catties (45+ kg), my centre of gravity moved downwards by more than half the distance under gravitational acceleration, and I didn’t get any bruises anywhere. Evidently, my character is still decent…

Chapter 60: Husband and Wife

Zhou Zishu could not figure out why these two people would come all the way here--they had even run into each other and were fighting. On the other hand, Wen Kexing stood aside and watched placidly amidst the tumult.

Liu Qianqiao was already wounded, and Huang Daoren was gradually closing in on her. Seeing that she was floundering, forced to keep retreating, he sprung into the air and swung his hengdao down with a bellow. Traces of brutishness flashed across that face of his--his expression was harsh and ferocious, with no trace of the valiant poise he had possessed when Zhou Zishu had sent him flying with a kick.

He was truly an opportunist who acted weak in the face of those stronger than he, and affected strength in the presence of those weaker than he!