I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1963 - 1965: Call Me "Dear

The two other sharks once again lunged at you, who had fallen into the water, now only a few meters away from the fishing boat. Seeing the two sharks charging at you, the middle-aged man on the boat hurriedly shouted at you and extended the oar in his hand towards you.

Without further thought, you quickly turned and swam towards the boat, and before the two sharks reached you, you used the oar to propel yourself onto the boat.

Seeing you land on the boat, the fishermen on the shore shouted out loudly from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, I didn’t expect these wild men to be quite cute, so how about giving you two big gifts!"

Saying this, you placed the steel blade back into the wolf skin scabbard tied to your waist, and clenched your fists tightly.

"Splash!"

"Splash!"

Suddenly, the two Great White Sharks leapt from below the sea surface and aimed to crush the fishing boat!

As the middle-aged man closed his eyes in despair, the corners of your mouth curled up slightly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With two loud crashes, everyone on the shore saw an unforgettable sight. The two sharks, each at least five meters long, were punched flying by you, soaring tens of meters into the air and distance, before crashing onto the beach. Upon closer inspection, the fishermen found two dents in the sharks’ abdomens, along with protrusions on their backs, indicating their deaths.

After a brief silence, all the fishermen on the coast went wild. The men, their eyes burning red, rushed up to the shark corpses, punching and kicking them, and some even biting the Great White Sharks to vent their endless hatred.

You smiled at Little Cherry, placing your hand on her head. This was when Little Cherry finally opened her eyes, and upon seeing you, she suddenly froze, then threw herself into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Little Cherry was merely ten years old, and encountering such a terrifying situation but managing to cope was quite remarkable.

You gently patted Little Cherry’s back, and then the middle-aged man’s fishing boat approached the shore.

When you carried Little Cherry off the boat, the fishermen knelt before you, five-body prostration. Himiko stood amidst the crowd, her face brimming with happiness, with a layer of faint crimson.

For the fishermen’s worshipful murmurs, you remained indifferent; sometimes the more mysterious and arrogant a person is, the more respect and fear they earn from ordinary people.

Walking up to Himiko, you placed Little Cherry on the ground, then pulled Himiko into your embrace and kissed her sensual, tender red lips in front of everyone.

By doing this, you were undoubtedly declaring Himiko as your personal possession. The surrounding fishermen already regarded you as a god, not only bowing and kneeling, but also chanting words of reverence.

To you, your goal had been initially achieved. Although this was just a small fishing village, it had its benefits; scanning around you noted that the village was mostly filled with strong men, with few elders, perhaps due to the locals having short lifespans, and the elderly possibly accepting their fate like those of the Northern Nomadic Tribes, leaving the tribe silently and awaiting death at remote places.

Wrapping your arms around Himiko, you, accompanied by Little Cherry, ascended the hillside amid the fishermen’s worship; the small cabin on the hillside where you lived had become a holy place in the minds of the fishermen.

Back at the cabin, Little Cherry cheerfully ran off to the kitchen you had built to prepare food, while you held Himiko, sitting on the slope, watching the fishermen below working hard to transport the corpses of five Great White Sharks to the shore. Led by the village chief, the fishermen placed these shark corpses on prepared racks and roasted them over flames.

Holding the beautiful lady in your arms, you lowered your head and smirked, "Little Mi, come on, call me dear/honey."

Though Himiko didn’t understand the term "dear/honey," seeing your malevolent expression, she understood its implication without thinking. Her face flushed red, yet she softly called, "Dear/honey."

This Queen of Xiematai gave her whole heart to you, an obscure Han man; she seemed to forget everything about the world, just nestling in your embrace, feeling the warmth and tenderness you provided.

"Little Mi, now can you tell me, what poison are you afflicted with?"

Himiko’s fluctuating physique surely wasn’t natural; after careful deduction, you suspected it was poison—likely inflicted by Himiko’s past enemies to torment her deliberately.

Upon hearing your words, Himiko’s previously relaxed body trembled slightly, her exquisite face revealing a hint of sorrow, yet she kept silent.

You adjusted Himiko’s posture to face you, the gap between the two of you was less than a centimeter; you could even catch a whiff of her fragrant breath.

"Remember, you are my woman; I don’t want to meddle with your past as it doesn’t concern me much. But now you belong to me, and your body, your limbs, even your hair are all mine alone! I must be responsible for your body, and I also hope you won’t hide anything from me. Now, I must know what poison is afflicting you!"

Himiko gazed at you blankly, after an internal struggle, she finally spoke, "When The Great Han Army Stormed the Royal City, their leader found me somewhat beautiful and desired my submission. I vowed to resist; he forced me to ingest a poison. My maid bravely protected me, ultimately escaping the Royal City, and we fled by boat to this remote fishing village."

"Who? Who was that?" At this moment, your fists clenched tightly, your eyes filled with boundless killing intent!

"He is called Cao Pi, the second son of the Great Han State’s Prime Minister."

"What!? Cao Pi!" You exclaimed immediately, then a fervent and wild warlike expression appeared on your face, "So, we are currently at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, during the Three Kingdoms era!"

Your reaction bewildered Himiko, but she chose not to inquire further; that was the realm of male politics, and as a married woman, she no longer wished to be involved.