Tranxending Vision - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: 339

Xia Lei closed his eyes and made some snoring noises . His sleeping act was so convincing he could trick himself .

However, Szlamy came right over and pressed him below herself without a care . Her mouth and hands roamed where they pleased and touched him all over . Xia Lei wasn’t able to hold out for even a minute . He opened his eyes . “You’re drunk . Go to sleep . ”

Szlamy chuckled . “Do I look drunk to you?”

“You’re pretending?” Xia Lei’s jaw almost dropped to the bed .  

“What’s so good about drinking alcohol? I want to drink you . ”

Xia Lei was speechless .  

Szlamy held Xia Lei’s face, her eyes full of sweet tenderness . “No one can stop us from being together now . You’re mine . Nobody can snatch you away from me . ”

“My head hurts . I think I drank too much . I’m so dizzy I should sleep for a bit first . ” He had failed at faking sleep so he was going to fake drunkenness . He closed his eyes again .  

Szlamy shoved Xia Lei angrily but he did not respond . She paused, then threw herself atop Xia Lei and rolled him over to ride on him . Xia Lei struggled but Szlamy was fierce like a wild horse . He was afraid that he would hurt her if he used all his strength against her, so he relented a little, but this little bit of giving in resulted in… 

An angelic baby-face barely out of puberty, still holding onto innocence but an explosively sexy succubus body… Xia Lei fell to the chieftain’s ravaging, then well and truly lost himself . He didn’t care anymore . He was going to do it - just be together! 

The house filled with curious sounds, sometimes high, sometimes low, and sometimes melting into a mess of accompanying sounds like a song praising the sounds of nature .  

A large group of tribeswomen chattered outside the house . Some peeked through cracks in the door and some peeked through wormholes in the walls . Some even rode on the shoulders of their fellow sisters to look through the window . It was like some great celebrity had come to the tribe to hold a concert .  

“What a man! He’s much more durable than the ones I have at home . ”

“Sisters, do you think Szlamy will be weak-kneed tomorrow?”

“What ‘Szlamy’? Call her ‘Chieftain’ now!”

“Mama, Sister Szlamy is crying . Did someone hit her?” asked a little brat .  

“You know nothing, kid . Szlamy is laughing, not crying . ”

“She’s crying! I want to see!”

“Shoo, shoo! Brats should stay out of the way . Mama will grab some men for you when you’re grown and you’ll know if Sister Szlamy was crying or laughing . ”

“Really? Then I want to grow up tomorrow… But I still want to see . ”

“Shoo!”

Bang bang bang! 

Someone fired at the sky .  

This was a night which was not fated to be quiet . Someone was transformed from a girl to a woman that night, and someone went from horny beast to wrung-out rag .  

The rays of dawn chased away the darkness of the canyon and bright sunshine gently illuminated this paradise . A thin mist rose from the forest, making it look ethereal . The river water splashed as carp jumped out of its surface, wetting the men washing clothing by the riverside . This made for a quiet and beautiful picture, like a goddess of the world .  

Xia Lei felt tenderness and a bit of guilt as he watched Szlamy climb out of bed and prepare some food . However, Szlamy’s perky buttocks and seductive back quickly dispelled his guilt . There was no way to feign modesty when faced with this great stunner of a baby-face H-cup .

Szlamy walked oddly, as if she’d gone lame .  

Xia Lei got out of bed too . “It’s better if I do it . You rest . ”

Szlamy smiled back at him . “It’s fine, I just hit my foot . You rest . I’ll call you when I’m done . ” She abruptly remembered something . “But if anyone asks, you have to say that you cooked . ”

Xia Lei smiled wryly and nodded . Men were the ones who served women in this tribe . Szlamy was chieftain now, so it would hurt her image if anyone discovered that she was cooking for him .  

Szlamy went to the kitchen but Xia Lei did not go back to lazing in bed . He got dressed and went to the simple desk with drawers . He opened the drawer and took the ancient book out to flip through it again . The part he hadn’t had time to look at was also in ancient Hun and had some hand-drawn pictures too . It was too bad he didn’t understand the Hun language and couldn’t decipher the contents of the book .  

“Time to eat . ” Szlamy brought a black ceramic pot into the room . Her gaze went to the ancient book in Xia Lei’s hands and she asked curiously, “What are you reading?”

Xia Lei did not hide the book away this time . He brought it over to Szlamy . “I found a book . It should be something Dayetia left behind, but I don’t know how to read Hun writing . Do you?”

“I know some . Let me see . ” Szlamy took hold of the ancient book and nagged him again, “You go eat some breakfast . ”

Xia Lei looked in the ceramic pot and found just some boiled sweet potatoes, some potatoes and a flatbread . This was breakfast in their tribe and Szlamy was eating this as chieftain . What was the rest eating? The sight of the food made Xia Lei’s heart ache, and he didn’t feel good about it .  

Seeing that Xia Lei had not moved, Szlamy said, “If you want meat I’ll get someone to bring some over . I’ll slaughter a goat for you if you want lunch . ”

“No, no, no, this is okay . Vegetables are healthy . ” Xia Lei picked up a sweet potato and gnawed on it . He’d been through tough times before on construction sites and eaten food which couldn’t even be used for slops . He would not reject the food Szlamy offered him because of the meagre poverty of the tribe . He was not the sort to forget his humble roots and lust for riches .  

Szlamy rifled through the book and said casually, “This is our tribe’s book . I heard my grandmother talk about it . It records our tribe’s history . You know that Attila the Hun had built his own empire . It failed, but that period was our most glorious . ”

“What else is in it besides history?”

Szlamy turned more pages and soon reached the hand-drawn map of the ancient ruins . She examined it for a bit and said, “This also records our ancestors’ capital and its buildings . You saw it . This city is where we met . It’s called the City of the White Horse of Tomorrow . Legends say there’s treasure but we’ve dug in many places and uncovered no treasure . ”

So the ruins was called the City of the White Horse of Tomorrow . It was an odd name .  

“And then? What does it say afterwards?”

Szlamy turned yet more pages . “Some major traditional activities and ceremonies . And some drawings of important people . Princes, princesses, blah blah . This - look at this . ” She pointed at a woman on the last few pages and said with a smile, “The legendary Princess Yong-Mei, Zhu Xuan-Yue . You can guess that she’s Chinese like you by the name, eh? Heh heh . My grandmother liked her best . She often told me the story of Princess Yong-Mei . ”

She was surnamed ‘Zhu’ - wasn’t that the surname of the Ming emperor? And she was a princess too . Xia Lei thought of the Ming dynasty compass immediately . His brain whirred, linking persons, events and key items together . His brain seemed to have drawn a relationship chart of all these but this chart was still incomplete and he couldn’t see it clearly yet .  

“Hey, why are you spacing out?” Szlamy grinned at Xia Lei like he was a cooked sweet potato, all eager to eat him up .  

“Um, nothing . ” Xia Lei snapped back to his senses and said, “What else does the book say? About this Princess Yong-Mei, right, and your grandmother . What story did she tell you about this princess? Please tell me . I’d like to know . ”

“I’m hungry . ” Szlamy pursed her cherry lips and spoke teasingly . She was the marks-woman of the White Hun Tribe and killed easily but she was an eighteen-year-old girl in front of Xia Lei . She flirted and acted coy .  

Xia Lei peeled a sweet potato for her and fed it to her; it was a very tender thing to do . He’d unexpectedly found an important lead and what Szlamy knew was just too important to him . He would serve her and give her a bath, no problem, much less feed her food .  

Szlamy smiled sweetly as she ate the sweet potato Xia Lei fed her . She looked blissful .  

“Please tell me,” Xia Lei pushed .  

“My grandmother…” She choked before she could finish her sentence .  

Xia Lei hurriedly patted her on her chest to help her swallow . The patting made her chest jiggle and wiggle and ripple wondrously . All that movement made the relationship chart in his head become a pair of round shapes; he didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry .  

“The books says that Princess Yong-Mei built the City of the White Horse of Tomorrow . It took ten years to build it, and she stayed in the city till she died of old age but her grave is not recorded . The book says it’s bad luck . No one knows . ”

“Why would the princess come build a city here?” Xia Lei was awash with curiosity .  

Szlamy shook her head . “I asked my grandmother the same question long ago . She always said it was because of love . She fell in love with one of our Hun princes but was not able to be with him in the end . It’s a beautiful love story but I don’t believe it . Prince and Princess stories are the most unreliable ones . ”

Xia Lei did not think so . In many historical events, what was written in history books were not necessarily true because history was written by victors . But folk tales were not necessarily fake because many folktales carried the grains of truth of historical events .  

“Szlamy, can you do me a favour? Please translate this whole book to Pashto . I’d like to read it . ” Xia Lei was not satisfied with Szlamy’s sloppy translation . He wanted to know more and he needed to find more clues .  

“I hate reading the most . But I can get someone to translate it for you . Our tribe has educated people too,” said Szlamy with a smile .  

“Nn, thank you . I’ll feed you another sweet potato . ” Xia Lei picked up a sweet potato to curry more favour with her .  

Szlamy’s large eyes were shiny and her voice all soft as she said, “No, I don’t want this root . I want yours . ”

The sweet potato in Xia Lei’s hand dropped to his crotch…