Shen Yangge scrubbed his hands hard in the river, rubbing them until they turned red.
He felt a little embarrassed, but seeing how unconcerned Chu Xuanzhen looked helped him relax somewhat. Still, he thought, Fuck, he really is the male lead of a harem novel!
"Your Highness, I've finished washing. May I go ashore first?"
If he stayed in the water any longer, he would definitely get sick. His frail body had finally recovered after he turned into a cat last time; he couldn't afford to develop some new ailment.
Chu Xuanzhen gave a low, husky hum of assent.
With permission granted, Shen Yangge immediately swam ashore and hurriedly put on the outer robe he had taken off. The river water seemed to have chilled him through, making his movements a little more hurried.
His lower legs were partially exposed to the air, and the cold made him shiver again. Just as he was about to put on his boots, he noticed that they were smeared with quite a bit of blood.
He could only pick them up and walk downstream to rinse them.
Then he saw the bodies piled a short distance downstream, heaped into little mountains, with the stench of blood and decay hanging over the area.
It lingered without dispersing.
Shen Yangge froze. He glanced back at Chu Xuanzhen, who was soaking in the river with his back to him, and cold sweat ran down his spine. He was thankful he hadn't been bound to some survival system, or he would certainly have died. After all, sometimes the harder you tried to accomplish something, the more impossible it became.
Although he didn't understand why Chu Xuanzhen still hadn't made a move against him, he understood certain things perfectly well. Someone like Chu Xuanzhen would never keep a