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The weather was splendid.
The gentle warmth of the spring sun made people break into a slight sweat, feeling totally at ease, and the clear sea reflected a pure sapphire blue in the sunlight, filling one with the urge to strip and dive in for a few laps. Even the fishy salt breeze was so gentle it seemed like a lover's soft palm, lightly caressing one's cheeks...
Yang Ge, hugging his Cold Moon Blade, was lying on his back on the hillside soaking up the sun, a stalk of some nameless wild grass in his mouth, almost dozing off in comfort.
"Hey."
Yang Tiansheng moved over to him and gave him a shove, "How can you still sleep at a time like this!"
Yang Ge turned over, his back to him, and closed his eyes to resume his nap.
Unsatisfied, Yang Tiansheng pounced forward, grabbed his neck with both hands, and started shaking vigorously, "Bastard, die for me!"
Yang Ge cooperatively stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes...
"Someone's coming!"
A nearby voice whispered.
