Jiang Hu's Road is Curved

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Sang Shang Sheng In Red

Desert sand shining as snow, crooked river curving like a crescent.

Just like how no one has thought that a flower can bloom from the fissure of a rock, no one knows, within the vast desert exists such a beautiful stream.

Pristine and quiet, an emerald river like a jade strip.

Sang Shang Sheng is as usual, lying under the roofing of the boat and basking in the sun.

Now is already late autumn, after a few days it will be winter, there will not be a lot of leisurely days like this anymore.

The leisure did not last long, approaching footsteps suddenly sounds by his ears,  seems like two people in total, one of them is also a master of light body skill.

——I, who have been lonely for so long, am finally going to come in handy?

As he thinks this, he couldn’t help but raising his corners of lips, carelessly pushing up the straw hat onto his head.

“Boatman, we want to cross the river.”

A youth in black with a cold and static expression appears in front of him.

Not far behind him, a young lady with hair combed into double maid buns is running with great effort; probably because she is rushing so hurriedly, she is covered with sweat and running short of breath.

“Now is not the time I work.”

Sang Shang Sheng slovenly throws the youth a glance, not planning to pay attention to him —— this kind of obviously spoiled young master is the most annoying.

“No one is asking for your opinion.”

A strip of blinding white light shines past, a sharp sword rests on his neck, if it moves one centimeter down, it will definitely slice through his throat.

“I only need your boat.”

The youth emotionlessly states this sentence and moves his hands, just about to feed that cold sword into his flesh.

“Senior brother stop!”

A sudden delicate shout prevented Sang Shang Sheng from performing his originally planned moves.

He rolls his eyes, looking with interest at the person who said that.

That young lady is anxiously looking at the youth in black, she is probably still not recovered from the previous scene, her little face is as pale as paper, her chest moving up and down.

“He is really annoying.” The blade freezes in the air, the beautiful face of the youth reveals a trace of displeasure.

The young lady takes a deep breath, slowly coming near the boat.

“Senior brother, could it be that you want me to row the boat?” She lifts her chin toward the youth in black, small shoulders gently shaking, as pitiful as the falling leaves in autumn wind, “I am very tired, you need to let me save some energy.”