Let s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 317: Chapter 317 Minister under the Skirt (39)
 

The result of Xie Shu’s courting death was that Chuzheng bound him.

You dared to cross me!

The little thing is still too tender!

“Ouch!” Xie Shu’s wrist was chafed red, and there was still a flush on his face, “Let me go.”

“No way.”

Chuzheng refused expressionlessly.

Chuzheng padded his wrist with cloth before binding it again.

“Do you have anyone else?”

“No.” It was a slip of the tongue!

Chuzheng kissed him, and Xie Shu dodged to avoid it: “What do you take me for? Your purchased male concubine?”

Chuzheng slightly puzzled: “Aren’t you the one I bought?”

“…”

He indeed was purchased by her.

On that ship, if not for her, what would have become of him?

He should be thankful to her.

What right did he have to make a fuss in front of her?

When the Heavy Snow Night Moon collapsed, he was no longer the noble young master; he became a homeless waste.

Xie Shu suddenly lowered his eyelashes and quieted down.

Chuzheng felt somewhat restless; unable to find a reason for her irritability, she attributed it to the Good Person Card, kissing it over and over again.

Xie Shu’s spirits were low.

He just wanted a bit of security from her.

He didn’t want to lose her as he had lost the Heavy Snow Night Moon.

Chuzheng didn’t quite like Xie Shu in this state; she released him and took him into her embrace.

Xie Shu obediently nestled in her arms, his dark hair hiding his face. Chuzheng brushed aside the hair, her fingertips grazing his cheek: “Be good, and I won’t bind you in the future.”

Xie Shu: “…”

Was their problem really about whether to bind him or not?

No… that wasn’t right.

Had she been planning to bind him before?

“Mmm.” Xie Shu responded.

No matter if she had others or not, as long as he was still around, he wouldn’t let anyone appear by her side.

Even in death, she could only belong to him.

Xie Shu pressed against Chuzheng’s chest, listening to the beat of her heart.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Her heartbeat could only beat for him.

He really liked her… liked her so much.

–

The snowstorm outside was getting heavier and spreading faster.

Shen Jingyun was still standing guard outside with his men, while Chuzheng secretly went over to listen to their conversation.

Xie Shu was now one with Dongyuan, and his actions could lead Dongyuan into utter ruin.

After listening, Chuzheng concluded: If Xie Shu wasn’t happy, the whole of Dongyuan would have to be buried with him.

Quite the mighty Good Person Card.

Chuzheng thought it was quite nice; if all else failed, just go to the Lower Realm.

[…] One shouldn’t expect too much from Miss; the fact that she didn’t encourage the Good Person Card to directly destroy Dongyuan was already commendable. Stay calm, don’t get angry at Miss.

“Young Master Xie, if this goes on, the entire Dongyuan will be covered by snow. Please stop,”

Shen Jingyun sounded so weak that he was almost inaudible.

“Patriarch Shen, the collapse of the Heavy Snow Night Moon involved the Shen Family as well, so what right do you have to ask me?” Xie Shu’s red garment blazed with intensity, standing in front of Shen Jingyun, one like snow and ice, the other like fire.

“Young Master Xie, I know,” Shen Jingyun said with a bitter smile: “My father has passed away, so I will atone for his sins. This life, if Young Master Xie wants it, I’m willing to give it to you at any time.”

“What use is your life to me, can it restore the Heavy Snow Night Moon or bring my clan back to life?”

Xie Shu’s lips curved in a cold smirk, articulating every word: “Neither.”

Shen Jingyun looked at the man before him and slowly knelt down.

Xie Shu’s expression shifted slightly and he stepped back.

“Young Master Xie, no matter what, I beseech you to stop. Don’t let every living being in Dongyuan turn into another Heavy Snow Night Moon.”

Xie Shu watched Shen Jingyun in silence.

A moment passed.

Xie Shu suddenly turned around and left.

–

Chuzheng found Xie Shu at the highest point of the ruins, where he sat on the edge, gazing into the distance with a countenance that was stunning to the extreme but now carried an air of loneliness and desolation.

Chuzheng sat down beside him.

“No one can force you to do anything, just do as you please,” said Chuzheng, holding his hand, “I’m here.”

Xie Shu continued to look into the distance and murmured, “Chuzheng, I can’t stop.”

He wasn’t so powerful after all.

He couldn’t control the strength in his body at all.

Chuzheng wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and Xie Shu leaned on her by instinct.

“My father once taught me to cherish all life, but…”

He opened his palm.

“Right now, I am hurting innocent people.”

What was the difference between him now and the Jun Family back then?

His dreams were no longer just filled with his deceased clan members, but also with the people outside, who looked at him with ferocious fear.

Xie Shu whispered lowly, “What should I do, Chuzheng? Tell me, what should I do?”

Chuzheng patted his back, “It’s okay.”

Xie Shu couldn’t control it, and it was something no one could have anticipated.

The Xie Clan had been annihilated, and no one knew how to wield the power left behind by that True God.

There were times when Mother Xie was lucid, but even she didn’t know.

Sometimes Xie Shu stayed with his mother, and they spoke unrelated words to each other.

Chuzheng stood in the distance, growing impatient with waiting, walking back and forth and kicking stones on the ground, yet she remained there the entire time.

Xie Shu could see her whenever he lifted his eyes.

“My little Shu.”

Xie Shu withdrew his gaze, taking hold of Mother Xie’s trembling hand.

Mother Xie was probably lucid at that moment, her eyes particularly bright.

“I’m sorry, my son, it’s my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on being with your father, you wouldn’t have turned out like this, it’s my fault.”

Xie Shu silently grasped Mother Xie’s hand tighter.

Mother Xie stroked his head, laden with repentance and guilt, “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault.”

In the distance, Chuzheng had stopped for who knows when and was now watching them from afar, a coldness growing in her expression.

Only I can touch the head of the Good Person Card!!

But she was the mother of the Good Person Card…

Chuzheng fiddled with her clothing, rubbing it back and forth until it was wrinkled, then turned her head away as if she hadn’t seen anything.

Mother Xie was only lucid for a short while and soon became confused again, starting to talk nonsense.

–

Chuzheng had Fang Sheng and others come in and build houses in the ruins since it appeared that Xie Shu had no intention of leaving the place. She could only plan for the temporary.

Importantly in this place, Bastard couldn’t cause her to squander her wealth.

Chuzheng hadn’t been able to touch the Tianjin Mouse for a long time; she held onto it without letting go, not even holding Xie Shu anymore.

Tianjin Mouse: “…” Help!!

Wu Di flapped its wings beside them, taking pleasure in the Tianjin Mouse’s misfortune.

Fortunately, its fur wasn’t soft.

Shen Yaoye returned during this period of ‘disaster recovery.’

Shen Jingyun, knowing that Xie Shu couldn’t control this power, had already embarked on a return journey to the Shen Family.

It was unclear whether he wanted to spend these last moments with his own people or to seek a solution.

Shen Yaoye approached briskly and immediately said, “Miss Jun, please take Young Master Xie away from here.”

“Why?” I think this place is quite nice.

“Go to the Lower Realm, it may slow down the pace at which the ice and snow spread,” Shen Yaoye said.

It was a solution he had thought about for a long time.

When Xie Shu had not returned to Dongyuan, it was only a bit colder than usual.

But since he had come back, the spread of ice and snow had greatly accelerated.