[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

Back to midnight last night——

On the shore at the bottom of the Great Buddha Rock, a figure was pacing back and forth. He walked two or three steps and then stretched his head to look at the way he came from. The girl standing beside him looked at him like an ant on a hot pot, but she was calm. The face is silent.

Zhou Botong said to the girl:

"Girl, tell me, Ah Heng knows this place? Why haven't you seen him?"

Mei Ruohua said:

"Don't be anxious, Daoist Zhou, the place is determined by the young master, and he will definitely come."

Sure enough, not long after, under the moonlight, a figure came from the forest in the distance, Zhou Botong and Mei Ruohua both bowed their necks to look, only to see that person approaching in a blink of an eye. It looks like he's going to leave overnight.

Both Zhou Botong and Mei Ruohua rushed forward. With a nervous baby face, Zhou Botong looked Feng Heng up and down and asked:

"Aheng, are you okay? Did Huang Yaoshi make things difficult for you?"

Mei Ruohua also looked at Feng Heng nervously. She knew the master's temper, but she didn't know how the young master escaped.

Feng Heng just smiled, and said to Zhou Bo:

"Brother, let's go"

Mei Ruohua beside Feng Heng lowered her head and whispered behind Feng Heng:

"Young master, Xiaomei will go with you."

Feng Heng turned his head and saw Mei Ruohua's dizzy look, so he rubbed her head, sighed, and said:

"I sent Brother Zhou ashore and came back. I didn't break the law and ran for my life. I won't abandon you."

He took the lantern from Mei Ruohua, patted her on the shoulder, and said:

"The mountain road is rough, be careful on the way back, I... I will be back soon, don't worry"

Mei Ruohua finally watched Feng Heng turn around and jump into the boat without looking back. The sea breeze blew his clothes slightly, but his back was straight.

Just like that, the figures of Feng Heng and Zhou Botong disappeared into the night and gradually moved away from Peach Blossom Island.

On the dark sea, there is no wave, and the sky full of stars is reflected on the water, dotted with stars, mysterious and peaceful.

However, from far to near, the sound of extremely fast water splashes mixed with exclamations gradually came, and a small boat skimmed the water at an extremely fast speed, faster than the fastest horse galloping at full speed.

Zhou Botong was lying on the stern of the boat at the moment, staring at the magical thing that was spinning around and splashing water at the bottom of the boat. This kind of experience is probably something that he has never dared to think about since he was born. He is very interested in the windmill-like thing that rolls up the water and makes water splashes one after another.

In the end, he couldn't figure out what was going on in his head, so he had to turn his head to ask Feng Heng, who was standing at the bow of the boat to observe the direction of travel all the time, and said:

"Aheng, I didn't know you had such a treasure? How did this thing make the boat go so fast?"

But immediately, he was attracted by the glowing little piece of paper on Feng Heng's wrist, leaned over, his face was almost pressed against Feng Heng's palm and said:

"This thing is also very strange. Why can it emit light? What are the little red dots on it?"

After Feng Heng set the direction, he turned around and faced Zhou Botong's curious face eager for knowledge, and said helplessly:

"Brother Zhou, you have asked me four times since you got on the boat. Didn't I say that these things don't belong to this era. I can't explain the reason for it."

Zhou Botong turned a deaf ear to it, grabbed Feng Heng's wrist and glanced at it, tsk-tsk in amazement repeatedly.

After Feng Heng set the direction, the two of them sat down in the cabin. Feng Heng was a little tired at the moment after tossing around all night. He breathed a sigh of relief, and only heard Zhou Botong stumble across and asked:

"Aheng, I have something I want to ask you?"

Feng Heng nodded without doubting him.

Uncle Zhou leaned forward and asked softly in the deserted sea:

"Earlier, Huang Yaoshi said that you were sick, but now it seems that you are all well, he lied to me, but why do you still stay on Peach Blossom Island, making me think that you are sick enough to be bedridden... "

Feng Heng couldn't help being startled when he heard this, he didn't know how to tell Zhou Botong about this matter, he was hesitating when he heard Zhou Botong stammering again:

"I heard some rumors on the way here...I don't believe it, but it really has a great impact on your reputation, Ah Heng..."

Feng Heng said:

"Brother, it's okay to speak up, you and I don't need to talk about those empty etiquette"

However, Zhou Botong also lowered his head and thought for a while, before he said cautiously:

"I heard people say that the owner of Peach Blossom Island raised a man as his wife on the island..."

Feng Heng stayed on the island all day, unaware that rumors about him and Huang Yaoshi had been spread in the Jianghu, now when he heard such words from Zhou Botong's mouth, he didn't know why, he just felt that his breath was tight in his chest.

One of the five wonders in the world, Huang Yaoshi known as Dongxie, was actually being talked about as a laughing stock. Feng Heng's feeling couldn't be called pleasant.

Seeing that Feng Heng didn't speak, Zhou Botong thought that these words made Feng Heng unhappy, so he panicked and made amends with some belated awareness:

"Aheng, don't be angry, there are people like this who like to create something out of nothing and talk nonsense..."

However, Feng Heng chuckled lightly and said:

"It's not nonsense, but I'm with Huang Yaoshi"

After he said this, Zhou Botong stared at Feng Heng with wide eyes, and Feng Heng also looked up at him at this moment, the two of them were relatively speechless for a moment.

Zhou Botong saw Feng Heng's magnanimous and clear eyes looking at him without any hesitation, but for some reason, an image of an elegant figure wrapping him tightly in his arms flashed in his mind. Seeing myself.

For a moment, Zhou Botong felt a sharp pain in his heart like a needle prick, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes with his hands. Feng Heng suddenly turned pale, thinking that Zhou Botong couldn't accept it for a while.Then he smiled wryly and shook his head, thinking, after all, people here can't regard this as a normal feeling, so even if there is any unbelievable reaction, it's not an exaggeration.

The boat fell silent for a while, Feng Heng looked at Zhou Botong as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be remembering, so he also closed his eyes and regained his composure.

After a long time, Feng Heng only heard Zhou Botong's puzzled voice came again, saying:

"In this case, why did Huang Yaoshi lie to me about the scriptures?"

He couldn't understand the fragility on Feng Heng's face, but he didn't understand why Huang Yaoshi used Ah Heng as an excuse to trick him into tearing up the scriptures since his righteous brother and Huang Yaoshi got along well together. It's really not authentic, it's against his demeanor of being the master of Peach Blossom Island.

Feng Heng forced a smile and said softly:

"I really don't understand. It's just a book of martial arts. Why do you all go to great lengths to fight for it? How about practicing this martial art? What if you don't practice it?"

Feng Heng's voice was extremely soft, it sounded more like he was speaking to himself rather than answering Zhou Botong.Zhou Botong was sitting opposite him, and he saw Feng Heng's unconcealable loneliness flash across his face, then he looked at Zhou Botong and said:

"Probably he thinks that loving me and martial arts are not in conflict."

Afterwards, the two had their own concerns, so they lay down in the cabin and took a nap for a while. The two of them nested in the small boat for the night, and when dawn approached, the east was turning gray, and Feng Heng felt more and more uncomfortable. He looked dizzy and nauseous looking at the rapidly receding sea water, which was a joke to Feng Heng, who was born in the navy.

Zhou Botong just woke up at this moment, seeing Feng Heng sitting on the side of the boat, his face pale and bloodless in the twilight of the morning sun, he asked with concern:

"Aheng, are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Heng shook his head, pressed his chest, frowned and said:

"It's okay, it's probably because of the sea breeze, I've caught a cold, after a while..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking yet, he just felt that he was going to push himself up in one breath, and couldn't suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit anymore, so he lay down on the side of the boat and vomited.

Zhou Botong was startled, and quickly flew to the front, supported Feng Heng, watched him vomit some filth, and could only gently follow his back.

Feng Heng was shocked. At this moment, he finally remembered something, and felt his whole body was covered in cold sweat. As soon as Zhou Botong helped him to sit down, he quickly turned on the analyzer on his wrist and pointed it at his abdomen. Just swayed around, and then he saw the big red font 'Preg' flashing on the screen...

He only felt that the world was spinning, and he had to hold the side of the boat tightly with his hands to stabilize his body that seemed to be leaning forward. His brain was blank, and his ears were buzzing. There was only one thought circling in his mind repeatedly. Suddenly...

Seeing that the coastline was approaching, after one night, he finally sent Zhou Botong ashore, but at this moment on Peach Blossom Island, the sky was low and dark, and the clouds were densely covered.

The author has something to say: I know you guys don’t think it’s sudden at all... -_-!

In other words, the author Jun has recently become obsessed with drawing, so today I made a cover for one of my brain holes o(≧v≦)o~~

Then the author forgot to code the words, so this chapter is a bit short. It is said that the brain hole is completely a pit, and there is no manuscript at all. Feel deeply ashamed, you just ignore the stupid cuteness of the author (/▽＼)