Chapter 67

Chapter 67

The roof isn't high up.

With regard to this type of martial world master like Zhao Jiangui and Ji Han, climbing up this kind of roof is really quite an easy matter.

They take the wine, crossing the eaves. The cool breeze is gentle above the house, and the moonlight is just right. The two raise their cups together and drink, but it has a special kind of flavor, too.

Ji Han, however, stares into the cup of warm water and sighs a light breath, "It would be nice if this was wine."

Zhao Jiangui says, "Once your injuries have healed, I'll accompany you in drinking again."

Ji Han is just about to speak, but suddenly a firework rises up, bursting into bloom on the horizon.

The sight of the fireworks fascinates them both.

In the past, Zhao Jiangui never cared much for watching fireworks.

He felt this thing was way too fake. Although the bursts were beautiful in the moment, when all is said and done, it's over in an instant, it's prepared nature is inauspicious. If girls like it then that's fine, but in any case he's a Jianghu warrior. If he says he likes fireworks, it's more or less a bit girly.

But now that he's sitting together with Ji Han, gazing at a sky filled with fireworks, he feels happy.

He thinks that no matter what it is, if you're watching it together with the one you like, everything will become exceptionally beautiful.

Of course, this also applies to people.

Ji Han is leaning against his side, fireworks reflecting down, and his face also appears especially beautiful.

Perhaps sensing Zhao Jiangui's gaze, Ji Han also inevitably turns his head to look at him.

"What is it?" Ji Han asks.

Zhao Jiangui says, "It's nothing."

He feels he's like he's being childish, unavoidably a bit ill at ease. He hurriedly turns his head away.

Ji Han calls, "Zhao Jiangui."

Zhao Jiangui replies obediently, "Yes."

Ji Han asks him, "Beautiful?"

Zhao Jiangui nods.

He hears the sound of Ji Han's light laughter.

Ji Han calls him again, "Zhao Jiangui, turn around."

Zhao Jiangui turns his head, Ji Han is staring at him.

Zhao Jiangui has never seen this kind of expression on Ji Han's face, a carefree smile on his lips, gaze a little bright. He grabs the front of Zhao Jiangui's clothes, slowly moving up closer.

"Zhao Jiangui." He speaks in a whisper, "I'm sorry."

Zhao Jiangui's mind is at a loss, he doesn't understand the meaning of this statement at all, but he also doesn't have the chance to ask, as Ji Han suddenly kisses him.

While lips and tongues intermingle, Zhao Jiangui holds Ji Han in his arms, taking the initiative to return the kiss. His mind is slightly dazed, however he still thinks that it's no wonder that how to kiss is never written clearly in the word book. This really is something you have to learn for yourself.

He's thinking this, then suddenly he feels a dull ache on the acupoint at his waist.

Ji Han gently pushes him away.

"Sorry."

He repeats it again.

Zhao Jiangui is truly stunned, his limbs ache numbly and he completely lacks strength, his internal breathing sluggish and his core dulled. Of course he knows the cause of this. Ji Han had just sealed his acupoints. At that moment he had indulged in actively kissing Ji Han, he'd been completely unguarded.

Ji Han gathers him up and nimbly crosses the eaves, motions quick and skillful. It appears his injuries weren't as serious as Zhao Jiangui had imagined.

Many people appear in the courtyard in split second.

Wen Zhanglao leads the Demon Sect's high level guards standing before Ji Han, walking toward him with deferential propriety.

"Jiaozhu." Wen Zhanglao says, "The sect's traitor has already been imprisoned."

The smile on Ji Han's face had long ago disappeared, his expression is indifferent. He nods faintly.

Zhao Jiangui suddenly understands.

The sect's traitor surely means Xiao Lin, and Ji Han seems to have...already realized their scheme earlier.

Wen Zhanglao continues speaking, "Zhao Jiangui's neigong is extremely high, sealing his acupoints cannot hold him for long. It's necessary to give him some bone-weakening powder.*"

Ji Han hasn't made a sound to stop it.

Wei Qi brings the bone-weakening powder, forcing Zhao Jiangui to consume it, having just restrained his hands. Ji Han says coldly from the side, "Bring him to be locked away with that traitor."

Zhao Jiangui goes soft and loose from head to toe, still striving to twist around and glance towards him.

Ji Han emotionlessly looks at him then, too. His expression appears just as ice-cold as it had in the beginning, completely unwavering in his eyes.

The guard has already dragged the person away.

Ji Han turns, following down a long hallway behind him. It's extremely clear and cold in the sect, there isn't the slightest bit of the mood of a festival. No lights have been lit down the corridor. He walks down to the end of the long hallway, lightly pushing open the door before him.

A lone lamp is lit inside the room.

He goes inside, walks over to the lone lamp, turns back around. It seems a single person sits in the dim room.

A grey-haired old man.

Ji Han kowtows humbly, then continues kneeling towards him.

He calls in a low voice.

"Yifu."

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*软骨散/ruǎngǔsǎn - Powdered medicine. You could translate the first part as "cartilage" but with the effect it seems to have, I thought "bone-weakening" just made more sense.