Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 54
She stood by the roadside, gazing intently at the person: "You...you've come..."
The man didn't speak, but simply opened his arms and looked at her with eyes full of pity.
Mo Xinxue let out a soft moan and threw herself into his arms, a blush appearing on her beautiful, pale face.
The man looked at her tenderly and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Mo Xinxue's joyful smile was just beginning to appear when she heard a "clunk" sound. She felt a pain in her throat, opened her eyes wide in surprise, and tried to breathe, but no more air could enter her lungs.
She stared blankly at the man, then collapsed softly, two red tears streaming from her eyes.
The man gently pushed her away, gazed at his fingers, and softly blew a breath, as if blowing away a wisp of fragrant soul tied to his fingertips, as elegant as if he had not just snapped a woman's throat, but had just picked a flower and placed it on the beauty's head.
He bent down, as if intending to throw the body into the pool, but suddenly heard a sound coming from the woods. He turned his head and thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
His smile was ethereal, tinged with the unpredictability of the night, seemingly unable to withstand its chill. With a flick of his wrist, he vanished into the dense forest.
As dusk settles, night is about to fall...
On one side of the forest, a corner of a pale yellow robe fluttered, and Liu Yue's slender figure appeared outside the forest. Surrounded by several men in brocade robes, she was as beautiful as a colorful cloud in the distant sky.
He spotted Mo Xinxue lying on the rocks and stopped in his tracks: "Let's go see what happened!"
A guard immediately rushed over, turned Mo Xinxue's body over, and examined her: "Your Highness, this woman died from having her throat broken. Her body is still warm, so she must have died recently."
Liu Yue stepped forward, looked down at the wound on Mo Xinxue's throat, and saw two red tear stains on her face. She remained silent for a moment.
How many of us are left on this mountain?
"Your Highness, we have a total of thirty-six brothers on this trip to Xifeng Mountain."
Liu Yue considered for a moment: "Leave one person behind to take the woman's body with me. The rest of you go and search the forest for any traces. Also, find out who else is here at Xifeng Mountain today."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The guards in brocade robes bowed and agreed before dispersing into the woods.
Holding a folding fan, Liu Yue gazed at the clear pool in the distance, a faint worry in her heart:
Mo Xinxue is dead, and the cause of death is the same as the nun at Luomei Nunnery. Of course, her body must be brought back for Brother Feng to examine. I just wonder how Brother Feng's injuries are. Xifeng Mountain has been quite turbulent these past two days, surrounded by powerful enemies and countless experts… and there's also that child Zhu Huihui… I must get there as soon as possible to join them…
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part Three: Chapter Seventeen (2)
Seeing Liu Yue chasing after Mo Xinxue, Zhu Huihui, who had followed behind for a few steps under the guise of her power, looked up and could no longer see the two of them. Frustrated, she cursed herself for being stupid, picked up a stone, and threw it at the spot where Mo Xinxue had disappeared. Then she turned around, wanting to ask Feng Xuese what she had just been up to.
Feng Xuese sat serenely on the bluestone, maintaining her initial posture, seemingly motionless from the moment she appeared, not even changing the curve of her lips. She resembled a statue.
Zhu Huihui was startled. What was wrong with the old man? Could it be... that he had passed away? No way? He was quite energetic just now. She hesitated, held her breath, and moved over step by step.
As you get closer, you'll see that his snow-white clothes have been torn by the fierce wind during the battle, hanging loosely on his body, with a few strands of loose hair hanging down, fluttering slightly in the wind, adding a touch of unruliness.
Hearing familiar footsteps approaching stealthily, Feng Xue Se finally raised her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and a faint smile bloomed on her snow-white handsome face. This smile was so warm and graceful, like the early spring sunshine, dispelling Zhu Hui Hui's worries and fears.
"Zhu Huihui!"
"I...I'm here!" Zhu Huihui answered loudly. Her heavy heart leaped with joy—Grandpa was still alive! That's wonderful! She knew Grandpa was amazing; how could someone so powerful just kick the bucket like that!
"Are you alright? Where is Brother Liu Yue?"
"Brother Liu Yue went to chase the enemy and hasn't returned yet," Zhu Huihui said.
Feng Xuese nodded slightly, her eyes gently closing. That Demon Heart Snow was lying! Judging from the exchange just now, although her martial arts were not weak, killing nuns was easy for her, but to kill them simultaneously and instantly, and to leave wounds that were neither too light nor too heavy, and to maintain consistency, was something she still lacked.
Because the incident at Luomei Nunnery not only involves several other tragic cases, but may also implicate the missing families of Generals Yu and Qi, this woman must not be let go and must be apprehended and questioned.
He remained silent in deep thought, while Zhu Huihui felt a chill run down her spine.
For some reason, she felt that something was wrong with the old man, and hesitantly asked, "Sir, are you... are you alright?"
Feng Xuese sat on the bluestone with his eyes closed for a moment before saying, "I'm fine." He slowly got up, placed one hand on the bluestone, and lightly landed on the ground.
Zhu Huihui felt something was wrong the more she looked, and couldn't help but ask again, "Great hero, are you really alright?"
Feng Xuese hummed in agreement and said, "Let's go, let's leave this place."
He slowly walked forward, and after a few steps, he lost his footing and fell forward. He pointed his sword forward, and with the momentum of his fall, he floated away, flipped in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.
Zhu Huihui looked at the spot where he had almost fallen; it was a depression the size of a millstone, two or three feet deep.
With such a huge pit right in front of him, even a blind person wouldn't step into it, yet this old man did...
A sudden chill ran through her. She looked up at Feng Xuese, and saw the old man still walking slowly, his steps elegant and his demeanor graceful, no different from usual. The difference was that, six feet directly in front of him was a large rock, which he was heading straight towards.
"Great...Great hero!" Zhu Huihui's heart trembled. He held his breath for a while and suddenly spoke before he crashed into the boulder.
"Hmm?" Feng Xuese paused, turning her head slightly to ask.
Zhu Huihui hopped over to him in a few steps, raised her hand and waved it gently twice.
However, he didn't even blink.
"Great hero, look at this flower in my hand, isn't it beautiful?"
Feng Xuese paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "I can't see."
Although he had expected it, Zhu Huihui was still thunderstruck when he personally confirmed it with Feng Xuese.
"Wh...what?"