all over the world

Chapter 15

dagger?show the way?
Shui Yanqing has heard of the compass to guide the way, and the Big Dipper can guide the way, but she will be able to guide the way if she has never heard of the dagger.

It seems that she doesn't understand the world of beautiful men.

"That's it. I'll throw the dagger on the ground, and we'll go wherever the hilt points."

Duanmu Yuhan's determined eyes did not seem to be talking nonsense with Shuiyan at all.

Seriously.

"Are you sure this method will work?"

Obviously, Shui Yanqing didn't think it was any different from throwing dice in her exam.

The odds of being right are less than ten percent.

"Or, do you have a better way?"

Obviously, no.

Duanmu Yuhan raised the dagger in front of his chest, just as the moonlight poured down, reflecting a dazzling silver light.

As soon as the hand was released, the dagger fell vertically like a streamer tearing through the air!

"Snapped!"

The hilt of the knife safely pointed to the direction where Shui Yan leaned her right foot.

"So, now, let's go in this direction?"

Shui Yanqing couldn't believe that the decision made by this handsome man who looked so handsome was even more hasty than her.

Duanmu Yuhan extended his eyes along the direction of the handle of the knife, stared into the distance for a long time, and finally said lightly: "Let's go."

Shui Yan leaned towards the direction pointed by the handle of the knife, except for the sand and dust, it was never-ending sand and dust!

Are you sure that's okay too?
After mourning and admiring the crossed world, Shui Yanqing followed behind Duanmu Yuhan helplessly.

Passing by along the road are sporadic and beautiful hydrangeas, each of which is trying its best to absorb nutrients and grow, and blooms unscrupulously, arrogantly despising the barren land under the sky.

Instead, Shui Yan fell in love with this arrogance at a glance.

"You like hydrangeas?"

Duanmu Yuhan, who was silent all the way, didn't look back, but he guessed Shui Yanqing's preferences right away.

This made Shui Yanqing feel a little uncomfortable, so she carried the freshly picked hydrangea behind her back.

She doesn't really like the feeling of being seen through at a glance.

Insecure.

"I like hydrangeas too."

Duanmu Yuhan paused, turned around slowly under the starlight, his gentle and deep eyes fell on Shuiyan's messy bangs.

As if suddenly being broken into a forbidden area, Shui Yanqing took off her guard unexpectedly.

Intuition and reason are reminding Shui Yanqing that he is poison.

"It's a pity. I don't just like hydrangeas, I also like many flowers." Shuiyan leaned her fingertips behind her and pinched the torus of hydrangeas.

The green sap from the flower stems flowed through her nails, a slightly viscous coolness.

The receptacle broke crisply, and the hydrangea caught a petal at the fingertips of the water swallow's leaning back, wanting to fly, but restrained.

The tori fell silently.

Duanmu Yuhan smiled faintly, took a deep look at Shui Yanqing, and turned around gracefully.

The torus on the ground trembled slightly in the wind, and the dust quickly covered its tracks.

Shui Yanqing closed her palms and shook them tightly.

A scent of crushed hydrangea petals crushed to a point.

"Aren't you going?"

Duanmu Yuhan turned around from a distance, the desert wind lifted his plain clothes and his brown hair.

And behind him was a slightly weathered city gate, ancient and silent.

It seems that he has been waiting for a thousand years, in the wind and sand, waiting, his fate is doomed.

Unexpectedly... I really found the way by throwing the handle of the knife.

(End of this chapter)