Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 210
But Feng Xuese seemed to have suddenly become lazy. No matter how others attacked him, he just sat on the rock and refused to get up, only retaliating casually, which led to many dangerous situations.
Seeing that the old man had almost gotten tangled in the tattered strap several times, Zhu Huihui was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead.
This old man is so lazy! Did he just become "half-melted" because the woman was pretty?
She tugged at Liu Yue's arm: "Brother Liu Yue, why didn't you chase after her and kill her? Why did you sit on the rock and let her beat you?"
Liu Yue pursed his lips, remaining silent. He too was somewhat surprised. Feng Xuese sat motionless on the bluestone; the only explanation was her injury—but to be fair, while Mo Xinxue was a first-rate expert, she was still far inferior to Feng Xuese. Judging from the current situation, even with her injuries, Feng Xuese was handling the situation with ease, so why hadn't he taken her down yet?
Just as they couldn't figure out his intentions, Maple Snow finally made his move.
Amidst a swaying purple illusion, a snow-white lotus suddenly blooms.
This lotus flower, holy and pure, seems to be able to cleanse all the filth of the world. Wherever it passes, the arrogant purple shadow is cut off inch by inch. When the mountain wind blows, purple butterflies flutter all over the valley.
Mo Xinxue felt a tingling sensation on the Guanchong acupoint on her right hand, followed by the Yemen acupoint, then the Zhongzhu, Yangchi, Waiguan, Zhigou... The acupoints on the Sanjiao Meridian of Hand-Shaoyang felt a tingling and numb sensation all the way up from her fingers, wrist, and elbow. She let go of the belt, and her right arm was already numb.
Feng Xuese remained perfectly still sitting on the bluestone, without moving an inch.
Mo Xinxue reacted quickly, suddenly sprang up, grabbed the bamboo branch, and with a thud, shot straight into the distance.
Feng Xue said, "Brother Liu Yue, leave her here!"
Liu Yue only responded with a single "okay" before immediately giving chase. The matter was of utmost importance, and even without Feng Xuese's prompting, he wouldn't have let her leave.
Zhu Huihui watched him from afar. Her pale yellow shirt fluttered among the emerald green bamboo, creating a beautiful scene with its contrasting yellow and green hues. The yellow shirt, in particular, moved like a bright sunset.
With her shoulder and arm injured, Mo Xinxue fled with all her might, covering dozens of miles in an instant.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Seventeen (1)
Just as she was about to escape Xifeng Mountain after crossing two more hills, and the pursuers behind her had already disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes caught sight of someone, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Ahead, a waterfall cascades down a cliff, its base forming a deep pool. The waterfall's water is clear and cold, while the pool's water is deep and blue, a scene of natural harmony and tranquility.
However, no matter how clear or deep the waterfall may be, it cannot compare to the person leaning against the rock by the pool. In those eyes, there was a gentle wave as faint as the moonlight, as deep as the night sky, as lonely as the night stars, and as affectionate and alluring as the night.
For a moment, the sounds of the wind, the water, the birdsong... all the sounds of nature seemed to stop, and Mo Xinxue's heartbeat also suddenly stopped.
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?"