Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao: Pampering and Spoiling the Little Adorable Consort

(192) Grasping a Flower's Smile was the most Intoxicating

The machete of the cook with the knife scars stopped in mid air. Hearing that, he said with a foul mouth. "Which person hasn't grown eyes and dares to block this uncle's road?"

But the moment he turned his head, he stared blankly.

Chu Qing-Yan's chest ached very painfully, she lightly coughed. But every time she took a breath, it would pull at the injury on her shoulder. Her whole person sucked in a breath of cold air.

It was also thanks to this pain that she preserved her clear headedness, so that she wouldn't pass out.

She lifted her head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

Who could it be that would suddenly appear?

One could see that not far away, on the surface of the river, a light boat floated down from up ahead. On it stood a young monk dressed in white. In his hand, he grasped a plain paper umbrella. The downpour of rain seemed to have been isolated by him to outside of the umbrella. A string of water droplets linked into a line and fell down from his umbrella and was blown away by the wind in an instant. The bead sized droplets were like pearls, quickly blending into the wind and rain again.

One couldn't see his face clearly, but there was no need to see clearly. One only felt he was a white light that pierced through the horizon. He was the only magnificent pearl in this dark world.

One person, one umbrella and one boat rode the wind and treaded on the waves to come over like an immortal that flew from the heavens.

Chu Qing-Yan was all of a sudden stupefied in place.

Was it because she was wounded and started to see hallucinations that she would see Xu Xian who ought to be in the capital? The God's rod?

"Three benefactors, the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your heads to see the shore!" Without borrowing the strength from any boat oar, that small boat just like this stopped in front of the ferry crossing. Xu Xian had an umbrella in one hand, and the other hand had all five fingers close together with the hand placed vertically, saluting the people on the shore.

Familiar voice, familiar intonation, familiar appearance.

The first thought that flashed through Chu Qing-Yan's mind was how did Xu Xian, this God's rod fly from the capital to here?

"Great master, save us!" Once that old boatman saw Xu Xian, he immediately crawled up to kneel and cried out for help.

The fat guy, seeing this disliked the old boatman for saying too much, and he couldn't help but rotate the ax in his hand to hack toward that old boatman.

Seeing that the ax was about to land on that old boatman's body, Xu Xian lifted his hand and waved. The water in midair formed into an arrow shape and flew toward that ax. The water arrow and the ax locked together in a battle. But in the end, the ax in the fat guy's hand was no match for the water arrow's power. And just like this, it was sent flying. That ax turned for half a circle in midair before ultimately inserting itself into the wooden plank.

This move by Xu Xian clearly was too unexpected. All at once, this deterrence made everyone stop. Shrewd woman and the others just now had completely disregarded him. Now that they saw him use one move and it was able to send the fat guy's weapon flying, they immediately became guarded.

"This great master, we are just dealing with work, we ask you not to interfere!" The shrewd woman's voice was coy as she tossed a coquettish glance at him, trying to persuade him to leave.

Chu Qing-Yan rolled her eyes at the sky, she was already middle aged yet she was still trying to imitate a young miss to act coquettish and cute, this was simply too shameful.