Chapter 242
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He quickened his pace.
… …
Although Ye Yunlan had said that he did not need the captain to repay him, Zhu Shengguang still gave him the best room on the ship.
Zhu Xiaodu had been sent by his father to serve Ye Yunlan.
The new room was completely different from the old one. It was spacious and elegantly decorated. There was a soft bed, a calming incense burner and hot water for bathing.
Ye Yunlan did not refuse. When he dealt with the sea beasts, he had some blood on him. He could use this chance to wash it off.
Zhu Xiaodu took the pills and treasures his father had prepared and knocked on the door.
"Sir, may I come in?"
He did not call out the three words "Ghost Rakshasa". It was just a code name. It was too sinister and did not sound like a righteous person. It was similar to the nickname of the demonic cultivators in the demonic area. His father Zhu Shengguang did not say much at the time but privately told him to be careful. After all, demonic cultivators were unpredictable. Everyone knew. Although this person did not seem to have any cultivation, his swordsmanship had reached perfection. If he really fought, ten people on the ship would not be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
He also doubled the amount of medicinal pills and treasures that he had collected, and entrusted Zhu Xiao Du Wu to deliver them to the devil masked man in return.
Although Zhu Shengguang was cautious, Zhu Xiaodu felt that the ghost masked person might not be the kind of person they had imagined.
Maybe it was because of his voice or because Zhu Xiaodu had seen him when he boarded the ship? The person sat quietly in the cabin. Zhu Xiaodu felt that the ghost masked person might be a gentle person.
He heard the person's faint voice from the door.
"Yes."
Zhu Xiaodu pushed the door and walked in. He saw the candlelight in the room was dim. The person was looking at him with his back facing him. Outside the window on the sea, the black robe on his body had been taken off. He was only wearing a snow white inner robe. His long hair was wet and draped behind him.
From Zhu Xiaodu's point of view, he felt that the person's back was unusually thin, as if he would fly away with the wind at any time.
"Father has prepared some things and told me to bring them to you." Zhu Xiaodu walked up and put the pills and treasures on the table.
The person by the window said: "I have said that I only saved you casually. There is no need to repay me. Take it back. "
Zhu Xiaodu recalled his father's repeated reminders and hesitated for a moment. He recalled the other party's cough on the deck and said softly, "Sir, you are injured. Even if you don't ask for anything in return, will you? You can take a few bottles of useful pills to treat your body. "
The man by the window said indifferently, "My healing stone is useless. You can go back. "
Zhu Xiaodu's heart jumped when he heard this. He could not see the "qi" of a cultivator on the ghost masked man. Now that he took a closer look, he realized that he didn't even have the "qi" of a living person. There wasn't much left.
Did he only see it on the dying? He had experienced such a situation before.
She couldn't help but take two more steps forward. She walked to the side of the person by the window and asked, "What kind of injury are you suffering from? If the medicine is of no use, is there anything else I can help you with …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
The person before him wasn't wearing a mask, so how could he see him from his angle? His side profile was pale.
Every inch of curvature was as smooth as the work of nature. The hair was extremely black, the skin extremely white, the corners of the eyes a little red. A few strands of slightly damp hair curled and stuck to the face. It could be said to be thick and colorful, the beauty almost suffocating.
Zhu Xiaodu had imagined what the "Ghost Rakshasa" looked like under the mask. There were ugly ones, but also? There were handsome ones, but definitely not as he was now? Seen? A soul-stirring beauty.
Even the beauties on the Tianji Ranking were probably also? Just like that.
Ye Yunlan turned his head.
Zhu Xiaodu was young, looking like a youth of thirteen or fourteen. His delicate face, his hands holding a pile of pills and talismans. When he looked up at the person, he was very sincere.
Ye Yunlan thought of Shen Shu when he was young. Also? He always liked to look up at him. His black eyes were clear and bright, reflecting only? His figure alone.
He closed his eyes.
Then he took a bottle of pills from the youth's arms.
"Alright," he said, "Go back and tell Zhu Shengguang that when the ship reaches Cang Zhou, I will immediately disembark. Stay on the ship. In the next few days, don't let anyone disturb this place. "
Zhu Xiaodu nodded dazedly.
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