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Kapitel 54

"...Let him kill me too, that would be quicker."

Her voice was melodious, yet her tone was extremely cold, sending a chill down one's spine. It was Ningning.

"Nonsense! If you don't want to live, then die a clean death! How could I possibly dirty my hands with someone like you!"

"Yes, I am utterly worthless, unworthy of anything, unworthy even of living. But... this time I won, heh heh, I won..."

Yi Chun became increasingly alarmed as she listened, a vague sense of foreboding gnawing at her heart.

She kicked the door open, revealing a small side room. The people in the room were startled and quickly turned to look at her.

In the center of the hall was a full moon eight-immortal table, on which lay a person covered with a cloak.

He was curled up like a sleeping child, and blood had congealed into clumps on the table.

Yichun felt as if she had been struck hard by a giant fist, which sent her soul flying, leaving her with only a cold, trembling body frozen on the spot, unable to move an inch.

Ningning knelt under the table, took his pale, cold hand in hers, and gently placed it beside her cheek. With her eyelashes lowered, she murmured softly, "That way, even if he dies, he won't forget me. Such a hateful person... he will always remember me."

This wretched man has the face of a villain who could betray you or go mad at any moment. He's still young, indecisive, and it would be easy to sway his mind.

But no one could truly shake him. Hesitant and wavering, he still continued to move forward on the path he shared with his senior sister.

They will have countless bright and beautiful futures, holding hands and watching the willows by the river in the spring; being taken in by kind nomads in the snowstorm of the desert, snuggling together and drinking strangely flavored milk wine; devoutly drawing lots in the temple, feeling anxious and excited for their beloved.

In any case, she will never be a part of his future.

That kind of future is better left undone; it's better to destroy it.

Now, with his eyes closed, he looks like a real fifteen-year-old boy, his brows and eyes melancholy, yet his lips serene. He'll wake up soon after falling asleep, walk ahead of her with a radiant expression, raise an eyebrow, and turn to look at her.

Ningning felt this was the best, and it was clearly the best, but she felt as desperate as if she were dead inside.

There's someone moving on the other side; it's Ge Yichun.

She remained expressionless, drew her sword, pointed it at her face, and gently told her, "Don't touch him, give me back the sheep kidney."

Chapter Thirty-Two

Yichun doesn't remember much about what happened after that; all she could see were large swaths of blood-red mist that swallowed her whole.

Countless voices were clamoring in my head, making my forehead ache as if it were about to explode.

But in the end, everything returned to silence.

She shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Uncle Yin blocked one of her attacks, but she was incredibly fast. Even with his skill, he couldn't stop her. She rushed to the table, grabbed Yang Shen's body with one hand, and held it tightly in her arms.

His blood soaked half of her body, and her expressionless face was half red and half white.

She didn't shed a single tear.

Uncle Yin felt a chill run down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, his hand gripping the sword, unsure whether to subdue her immediately or simply kill her to avoid further trouble.

Hesitating for a moment, she jumped down the stairs carrying the corpse, smashing through countless tables and chairs, causing the shopkeeper and staff to scream in alarm.

This won't do; letting her run out will cause chaos.

Uncle Yin, no longer able to scold Ningning, drew his sword and chased after her, sternly ordering the servants, "Quick! Lock the courtyard gate! Lock all the gates! Don't let her run out!"

The inn has an odd layout, with many small courtyards scattered together to form a large courtyard.

Yi Chun, carrying Yang Shen in one arm and a sword in the other, ran around the courtyard like a headless fly. Many people chased and shouted behind her, like a noisy group of monkeys.

This scene suddenly reminded her of the time at Xiaoyao Sect, when she also supported him with one hand and fought her way out to rescue him.

As if bewitched, Yichun leaped onto the wall. The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, made her clothes flutter, as if a hand was gently tugging at her from behind.

She turned around and smiled, "Sheep Kidney, don't be afraid! I will definitely get you out of here!"

His eyes were still closed, two snowflakes landing on them without melting. Yichun wiped them away with her hand, tucked his disheveled hair behind his ear, and looked at him for a while.

The annoying wind insisted on blowing his hair down and covering his face. So she wiped it away with her hands again and again.

He looked more alert when he showed his forehead.

"I'll take you out of here." She hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his cold cheek. "I'll take you away right now!"

She ran across the wall, while a group of men below shouted and yelled, but no one could get up. Those who could get up hesitated and waited for Uncle Yin's instructions, unsure whether to kill or capture her alive.

Finally, she ran to the front gate, kicked two gatekeepers away, and pushed the door open to run out.

Uncle Yin could no longer contain himself and shouted urgently, "Kill him!"

Swords and spears flashed from behind her, and Yi Chun tried to defend herself entirely on instinct, but there were too many people, so many weapons, and she only had one hand.

There was a lot of blood on her body, and it was impossible to tell whether it was hers or Yang Shen's.

She's probably really going to die here today.

The door suddenly opened, and someone walked in. Uncle Yin exclaimed, "Young Master! Why are you back so early?"

All attacks ceased, and the members of the Yan Clan knelt and bowed to the young man in blue who had entered.

Yan Yufei slowly approached, his jade-like face expressionless. He looked at Yi Chun, who was covered in blood. The thumb of her sword-wielding hand was badly injured, almost to the bone, and she probably wouldn't be able to fight anymore.

He said in a low voice, "It wasn't my order."