Chapter 74

Chapter 74: It’s Not That I’m a Pervert

Yanhan carried Ming and kept running down the mountain without stopping.

Feeling the heavy breathing of the boy on her back occasionally hitting her cheeks, during a brief pause in their escape, Yanhan shifted his head to the side.

However, after only a few more steps, Ming’s head swayed and leaned back towards her.

Even though Yanhan was also seriously injured and nearly exhausted, she didn’t dare to stop.

If she stopped, both she and Ming would die!

Who knows when the enemy might catch up.

When we grow up, it should be like holding something just right…

Yanhan turned her head towards Ming.

But then again, I’m only 11 years old, I don’t understand anything. She wouldn’t hurt a little kid like me, right?

Just as Ming was lost in random thoughts, the sound of splashing water from the stream reached them.

Yanhan’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and eventually, she dozed off, leaning heavily against Ming.

Her chest wasn’t entirely flat; there were still two small hills.

Placing Ming down, his face was pale, and blood continued to drip from his shoulder wound.

Yanhan started a fire, then took off her and Ming’s clothes, washing the bear dung-soaked garments in the stream before drying them over the fire.

The smell of bear dung on Yanhan’s body was really uncomfortable.

“Whatever, this isn’t the time to be picky!”

Removing the man’s clothes, the young girl’s long lashes fluttered with droplets of water, exuding an ethereal beauty reminiscent of a maiden in the water.

If Yanhan discovered that she had been seen naked by him, he might not have died at the hands of the Thunderstorm Bear, but he could very well die here.

Under the moonlight, crystal-clear stream water gently slid down Yanhan’s body. Her long hair soaked in the water, washing away all the mud and bear dung, leaving her snow-white skin glowing beautifully under the soft moonlight.

Yanhan untied the white cloth wrapped around her chest.

The Blood Floating Pagoda’s blood replenishing pill can restore the vitality of a Martial Artist below the Heroic Soul Realm to seventy percent combat capability within two hours, but it has a side effect of drowsiness.

Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Ming dared not open his eyes anymore.

Two hours later, Yanhan gradually woke up, finding herself lying on Ming’s chest.

She was utterly exhausted, so Yanhan found a crevice formed by a boulder against the cave wall.

But Yanhan realized no matter how she ran, she seemed unable to escape this mountain.

When Yanhan climbed onto the ground, there was a clear stream in front of her.

Looking at Ming, Yanhan noticed his complexion now had a slight rosy glow, no longer as pale as before.

Yanhan took out two blood replenishing pills from her bosom, giving one to Ming and taking one herself.

As Ming’s vision gradually became clearer, he froze in place.

It seemed our group was set up.

“Should… shouldn’t wake up, right?”

Leaning against the stone wall in the crevice, the exhausted Yanhan slowly closed her eyes.

Just as Yanhan was enjoying her bath comfortably, on the shore, Ming slowly opened his eyes.

So Yanhan was gambling, betting that the opponent wouldn’t find her for the time being.

Yanhan used the water gathered by stalactites on the ground to wash Ming’s wound, poured golden wound medicine on it, and bandaged it with clean white cloth.

Yanhan pried open Ming’s mouth, feeding him a blood-stopping pill, then took out a bottle of Blood Floating Pagoda’s special golden wound medicine.

Carrying Ming on her back, Yanhan continued walking forward.

Yanhan felt she had walked for about an hour? Only now reaching the end, ahead was a sheer cliff, but there was moonlight above.

Wow!

A wild beautiful girl?!

Not long after, Ming smelled the aroma of grilled fish again.

Wait, this beautiful girl…

Doesn’t she look exactly like Yanhan?

“Eh!”

Yanhan looked around, then at Ming who was still unconscious.

Blood Floating Pagoda issued clothes with fireproof properties, which dry in fifteen minutes.

But Yanhan had no other choice; she already lacked the strength to keep running. If caught, it would mean death anyway.

Yanhan quickly got up and checked Ming’s nose.

No…

This beautiful girl is really Yanhan!

Although I doubt you’re a girl, you truly are one?!

Her figure isn’t bad, despite being somewhat flat, but not too flat. And she hasn’t even reached adulthood yet.

If this scene were seen by Ming, he would surely exclaim, “Why does this lad have such exaggerated pecs?”

The more she thought about it, the more Yanhan felt something was off.

Yanhan held Ming under her arm and began climbing with one hand.

Yanhan’s face slightly red, she undressed Ming, revealing his muscular arms and eight-pack abs.

Still alive, this guy is indeed tough-skinned.

Yanhan glanced at Ming, seeing he was still unconscious, she continued rinsing herself.

Looking at the graceful girl in the stream, Ming rubbed his eyes, sensing something amiss, then carefully examined again.

Yanhan sat up, clenched her fists, feeling she could now take on any man in battle.

Yanhan got out of the water, changed into dried clothes, then went to Ming’s side to help him put his clothes back on.

While running, suddenly, Yanhan slipped, accidentally losing her footing and falling to the ground.

Lifting Ming once more, Yanhan continued running forward. There were four forks ahead, and she chose one to run towards.

Only Yanhan realized both her body and Ming’s were filthy, without a single clean piece of cloth, making it impossible to properly bandage Ming’s wounds.

“Hmm.” Ming nodded, pretending to have just woken up.

Yanhan’s eyes darted around, deciding it should be fine, and jumped into the stream to bathe.

Most likely, this mountain has been enchanted with a Magic Array.

It was still within the territory of Book South Mountain.

But she should consider herself lucky that Book South Mountain is vast, perhaps temporarily escaping the pursuer since he hadn’t come for so long.

When Yanhan fell to the ground, she landed on top of Ming, eliciting an “Eh” from the still unconscious Ming.

Although the young girl has practiced Martial Arts for many years, she lacks the muscle definition of men. Her body lines remained graceful, with a flat abdomen and visible oblique muscles.

“Awake.” Yanhan looked at Ming.

Yanhan’s chest was wrapped in layer upon layer of clean white cloth.

Seeing Ming’s pale lips, Yanhan took a deep breath and removed her clothes.

Ming quickly closed his eyes, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

Just looking at the fish on the grill, Ming frowned slightly.

Ming felt it wasn’t that he was a pervert.

It’s just…

These fish drank Yanhan’s bathwater. If I eat the fish, isn’t it like I drank Yanhan’s bathwater?