Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 309
"I... cough, I'll eat it if I get the chance!" Zhu Huihui turned around and glared at Feng Xuese.
Yu Xiaoyao hummed in agreement, "Good that you know!" Her gaze lingered on Liu Yue for a moment, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Bai Niaozhiran on the stage shout, "Are you all afraid? Come out and face your death!"
Yu Xiaoyao sneered, "This brat dares to raise his voice at his mother, I'll go kill him first. Huihui, we'll talk when I get back!"
Zhu Huihui said worriedly, "Mother, be careful!" Sigh! If he were a chivalrous hero, she wouldn't need to warn him! She lowered her voice and added, "Mother, when it looks about right, poison that brat!"
Yu Xiaoyao smiled brightly: "I know! Do you need to teach me?" She reached out and pinched Huihui's face, "I'm off!" and leaped off the stage.
She was in a really good mood! She'd seen it all: ever since Huihui arrived, she hadn't paid any attention to Chen Mobai and that bitch Wan Ning, but as soon as she spotted her, she immediately rushed over, all concerned for her. Heh heh, who cares who Huihui's parents are? The child she raised is definitely most devoted to her!
Zhu Huihui lay on the stone platform, looking down anxiously.
After the little fish demon stepped down from the stage, she seemed to be talking to the white bird, but because they were far apart and her hearing was poor, she couldn't hear her.
"Brother Liu Yue, guess what my mother is saying?"
She had gotten used to talking to Liu Yue, even though he never answered.
Feng Xuese walked to her side and said, "Your mother asked him if he was Bai Niao Ye Luo's son, and he said yes."
At this moment, Zhu Huihui couldn't care less about arguing with him: "And then what did you say?"
"Shiratori said he wanted to avenge his father's death!"
"Tch! It's not certain who'll avenge whom!" Mother still wants to kill him to avenge the injury his father inflicted on her years ago! I just don't know if Mother can beat this brat...
Feng Xuese said softly, "They're about to make their move!"
Zhu Huihui hurriedly focused her gaze and suddenly a whirlwind rose from the ground. The Japanese man's large sleeves billowed in the wind, like two large bags filled with wind. The wind was strong, and Yu Xiaoyao's hair flew straight back, stirring up the sand and stones on the ground. In the open space, the light gradually dimmed, and a hazy cloud of dust, shaped like a spindle, vaguely revealed two shadows that flashed by, occasionally bursting with a few sparks of light. But no matter how wide she stared, she couldn't see anything clearly.
She thought to herself: This isn't some fairy tale where a demon comes out of its cave and sand and stones are flying everywhere!
At first, Feng Xuese tried to explain a few things to her, but gradually she fell silent.
Zhu Huihui turned her head to look and noticed his increasingly serious expression. She immediately became worried: "You idiot, why are you still arguing with him?! Quick, poison him! Throw poison in his eyes! Kill him..."
Just as she was getting anxious and wanted to shout it out, she suddenly saw Xing Shan flutter in the corner of her eye. She hurriedly turned around and saw that Brother Liu Yue was indeed no longer by her side. This was the first time since he became stupid that he had been more than three feet away from her!
Before she could turn around, Feng Xuese had already leaped up and jumped off the stone platform.
At the same time, several people from the opposing team also jumped down.
Seeing this, Nishino En and Fang Jianwu immediately jumped down as well.
Zhu Huihui was confused and peered down.
A slender, yellow figure darted about, dodging the maple-colored sword, the Japanese steel blades, hidden weapons, and bare hands...
Zhu Liuyue's sudden appearance led everyone to believe he was plotting against them, and they desperately tried to stop him. He, however, paid no heed, disappearing into the gray smoke like a ghost.
No one in the area could see what happened; they only saw the smoke suddenly explode, and a huge gust of air forced the people in the open space to try to steady themselves.
As the air currents gradually subsided, everyone looked toward the place that had once been the center of the ash cloud.
On the open ground, three people stood in a tripod formation.
Yu Xiaoyao was astonished, and Bai Niaozhiran was also incredulous. The two of them looked at the third person who suddenly entered the battle tunnel—the handsome and elegant young man in yellow.
His black eyes were as clear as the sky, and his face held a gentle smile like spring water. However, his right hand was covered in blood, and between his five fingers he was clutching a piece of twitching twig!
Yu Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then looked at Bai Niao Ziran and asked "kindly," "Bai Niao Ziran, do you have a son?"
Bai Niaozhi lowered her head, removed her hand from her chest, saw the empty blood hole, and before she could answer Yu Xiaoyao's question, she collapsed in despair.
The young man in yellow robes parted his lips slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He paid no attention to it and slowly walked towards the east.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Suddenly, a Japanese man roared and slashed at Liu Yue's head with a gleaming blade.
The maple-colored longsword was swiftly swung, deflecting the steel blade.
The other Japanese also came to their senses and raised their weapons. One of them cursed angrily, "You bastards! You broke your promises and plotted against us from behind!"
Nishino En laughed, "We learned it from you!" and swung his sword down in a swift motion.
Fang Jianwu didn't even bother to say hello before starting the fight.
Zhu Liuyue took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at the stone platform to the west, stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly rose up and leaped onto it.
The incident had already caused chaos in the stands, with many people from both sides jumping into the field to fight. However, some people remained in the stands to observe, waiting for their turn.
Liu Yue showed no mercy and began to slaughter the remaining Fusang warriors on the West Stone Platform.
Zhu Huihui lay on the stone platform, dumbfounded. The five big, dumb guys, seeing that a fight had broken out, were extremely excited and had already rushed down with their vajras, yelling and smashing things.
The fighting was most intense in the open space, with the vast majority of people from both sides locked in combat. She was dazzled by the sight and could see nothing but a red flame, a pool of blue seawater, and a blanket of white snow.
The swordsman remained unchanged; with each thrust of his sword, someone would fall to the ground. He seemed oblivious to his own instructions, still only wounding and rarely killing. Fortunately, there were many people in the area. Those Japanese wounded by the swordsman, lying on the ground, would soon be slashed or even trampled to death by others if they didn't escape quickly enough.
She then looked at Zhu Liuyue on the West Stone Platform.
If the open space below the stage was a brawl, then Brother Liu Yue on the stage was a massacre. He had no weapons, only his bare hands, moving among the Japanese like a lone wolf driven away by its companions and hunted by hunters, slaughtering sheep at will. His clear eyes were filled with extreme coldness and boundless hatred, and his actions were extremely cruel.
Zhu Huihui suddenly remembered the nuns of Luomei Nunnery, whose throats were crushed by these very hands, right?
She shuddered. Brother Liu Yue is so ruthless...