Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

Above a certain spot on the south side of Liubo Mountain.

The fog thinned out, and the sea and forests below became visible.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood on the God-Slaying Spear and followed the azure sword light in front of him. After flying for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the azure sword light in front of him stopped and hovered in mid-air.

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly steadied himself and stopped behind Lu Xueqi, asking in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Lu Xueqi turned around, stepped onto the Tianya Divine Sword, looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, and frowned slightly: "Your spiritual power is insufficient."

Jiang Xiaochuan scratched his head and said, "No."

Lu Xueqi interrupted him, her voice cold and devoid of any other meaning: "Nonsense! What would you do if we encountered a demonic cultist right now?"

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent. She was right; if they really encountered that situation, he probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Lu Xueqi rode Tianya closer.

The azure sword light and the dark red spear light were almost touching. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and stretched out her hand: "Come up."

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Take my sword." Lu Xueqi repeated, her tone calm, as if she were commenting on the nice weather. "Put away your gun, rest, and recover your spiritual energy."

Jiang Xiaochuan hesitated.

"Hurry up," Lu Xueqi urged, looking at him with clear, sharp eyes, "Don't delay."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't hesitate any longer.

With a thought, the God-Slaying Spear transformed into a dark red stream of light and entered his body. Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and his body plummeted downwards.

Almost simultaneously, a cool yet powerful hand grabbed his wrist and gently pulled him up, allowing Jiang Xiaochuan to leap up and land steadily on the Tianya Sword behind Lu Xueqi.

Jiang Xiaochuan could almost smell the cool, faint fragrance in Lu Xueqi's hair, and he could see the delicate skin on the back of her neck and a few strands of soft hair that were ruffled by the wind.

He steadied himself, unsure of what to do with his hands. Just as he hesitated, Lu Xueqi's voice came from ahead, very calm:

"Stand firm and hold on tight."

Jiang Xiaochuan said "Oh," and subconsciously reached out to support Lu Xueqi's...waist.

It's slender and delicate, barely fitting in the palm of your hand. Through the moon-white Taoist robe, you can feel the warm skin and firm lines beneath the fabric.

Lu Xueqi didn't speak, but activated Tianya. The azure sword light suddenly brightened, carrying the two of them, breaking through the thick fog and flying forward. The speed was much faster than before, but it was unusually stable.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood behind her, his hands on her waist. The sea breeze rushed towards them, carrying salt and moisture, making their robes flutter and their hair tangle.

He looked down and could only see her straight back, her fair nape, and the pale blue hair ribbon fluttering slightly in the wind. The cool fragrance emanating from her body, mixed with the scent of the sea breeze, kept wafting into his nose.

Deep within my left chest, in that cold silence, a faint, almost imperceptible throbbing seemed to be stirring again.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thought, "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. This way... it seems pretty good. It's quite stable, I don't have to worry about controlling it myself, and it can also restore my spiritual power."

He simply relaxed, tightened his grip slightly to support Lu Xueqi's waist, and looked down at the gray sea and reefs rushing past.

Lu Xueqi felt a subtle change in the strength of the arm around her waist, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

She didn't turn around, but instead poured more spiritual energy into Tianya, making the sword light even brighter and the flight even more stable, drawing a long and bright azure trajectory between the leaden gray sky and the sea.

Below, in the crevices or caves of the rocks, people dressed in demonic cult attire occasionally peeked out. As soon as they saw the iconic, murderous, azure sword light, their expressions changed drastically. They shrank back, held their breath, and wished they could bury themselves in the rocks.

Just kidding, that's Lu Xueqi!

In the past month, at least eighty to one hundred "Holy Cult" brothers have died by her sword!

Going out at this time is practically suicide.

As for the fact that there seems to be a figure on her sword... that's none of their business!

Saving your life is the most important thing!

Thus, a rather strange scene unfolded in the sky above this sea area: a streak of azure sword light leisurely swept across, and wherever it passed, any sporadic disturbances and battles that might have existed vanished without a trace. Between the sea and the sky, only the sound of the wind, the sound of the waves, and the clear, resonant hum of the sword light cutting through the air remained.

It had a rare sense of tranquility and comfort.

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Broad sea and sky.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood behind Lu Xueqi, his hands lightly supporting her waist.

The Tianya Sword flew steadily, its azure halo enveloping the two of them, breaking through the damp, cold air. He hadn't slept much last night, his mind was a mess, but the steady flight and the whistling wind in his ears roused him from sleep.

My eyelids feel heavy and droop little by little.

At first, he tried to keep his back straight, but soon his straight back relaxed, his head tilted forward, and his forehead gently rested on Lu Xueqi's back.

He unconsciously shifted his position, finding a more comfortable spot, and his breathing gradually became longer and more even.

Lu Xueqi felt the weight on her back. It was very light, and carried a hint of dependence.

She relaxed her body slightly, allowing the person behind her to lean more comfortably. She even slightly adjusted the angle of Tianya to make the flight path smoother.

After a while, Jiang Xiaochuan probably fell into a deep sleep. He loosened his grip on her hand and leaned forward, with almost half of his body resting on her back.

His head slid from her shoulder blades to the side of her neck, and his warm breath brushed against the skin behind her ears, making her feel a little itchy.

Lu Xueqi hesitated for a moment, then with her left hand leaving the sword gesture, she gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, pulling him closer to her. The movement was very natural, as if she had done it many times before.

Jiang Xiaochuan was still half asleep. He moved forward with her help, tilted his head, and rested it completely on her chest.

The Heavenly Sword swayed almost imperceptibly before regaining its balance.

Lu Xueqi looked down and saw Jiang Xiaochuan's face pressed against her chest, his eyes closed.

He slept soundly, completely unguarded, his mouth slightly open, breathing evenly, his warm breath seeping through the fabric and gently caressing her skin.

She looked away, gazing at the leaden-gray sea ahead, but her ears began to heat up.

Jiang Xiaochuan probably felt that the position was not comfortable enough, so he moved in his sleep. The hand around her waist unconsciously slid down, his palm brushing against her side, and then... stopped in a place that shouldn't have stopped.

Soft, with the full curves and warm body temperature beneath the clothes.

Lu Xueqi's body tensed up suddenly, her heartbeat instantly became erratic, as if a small drum was pounding wildly in her chest, so fast and urgent that it made her eardrums buzz and her cheeks "flash" up, burning hot.

Images flashed uncontrollably through her mind...

stop!

Lu Xueqi suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, couldn't dispel the heat on my face.

She tried hard to banish those images, but the more she tried to stop thinking about them, the clearer they became. Even the sensation of the spot where she was resting on her pillow became more vivid, even... somewhat undeniable...

Her face turned even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed.

After a long while, she opened her eyes again, her gaze still somewhat unfocused.

She pursed her lips, and very gently, with her other hand, grasped Jiang Xiaochuan's restless wrist, slowly lifting it up and moving it away from that dangerous spot, placing it back on her side.

After doing all that, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief. But her heart was still racing, and her face was still flushed.

She dared not look down again, but kept her eyes fixed ahead, trying to concentrate on flying on her sword.

But the heavy, warm weight on her chest, and the clear rise and fall of her breath beneath her clothes, constantly reminded her of someone's presence.

The sea breeze howled, the sword light remained steady, but only she knew what kind of turbulent waves had just been stirred up in the calm sea of ​​her heart.

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