Eine eisige Aura - Kapitel 69
Nan Yi glanced at her, his voice cold and hard: "I'll take you back to heal your wounds."
Pang Wan thought for a moment, then said, "Senior brother, didn't you want to see the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace? This Young Master He is the Palace Master's nephew. If we talk to him properly, we'll definitely be able to see the Palace Master..."
“I will not give him that chance.”
He Qinglu's icy voice suddenly interrupted.
Pang Wan let out a wail in his heart, suddenly feeling a headache.
"Young master! What's wrong with you? Can't you see I'm trying to calm a wild beast that's about to explode? Why are you in such a hurry to sabotage me?"
Upon hearing this, the Southern Barbarians became even angrier: "As long as I snap your neck, that so-called Palace Master will beg to see me. Why do you need to bother?"
Just as the battle was about to erupt and tensions were running high, a light and cheerful tune suddenly drifted from the cave entrance.
"East road, west road, south road, five li post, seven li post, ten li post, take one step, hope one step, be lazy one step. In an instant, the sky darkens, the sun darkens, the clouds darken, the setting sun spreads across the ground, answering the first wisps of smoke..."
With a lazy hum, a ragged, slovenly man staggered into the cave.
Chapter Thirteen
Shan Hanweng
As soon as the uninvited guest entered the cave, everyone's expressions changed visibly.
He Qinglu frowned slightly, Jin Diluo was overjoyed, while Pang Wan and Nan Yi were somewhat surprised.
He was visibly taken aback, especially by the Southern Barbarians.
"How is it? Are you disappointed that you couldn't kill me?" Sang Shangsheng took off his bamboo hat, revealing a set of white teeth. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I actually know the art of resurrection."
The Southern Barbarian snorted through his nose, his expression full of disdain.
"Hey, Little Lu, your second uncle's back, right? Why do you still have that deadpan look on your face?"
Sang Shangsheng laughed heartily, walked up to He Qinglu, and patted her on the shoulder.
Before the other party could speak, he turned to look at Nan Yi, his gaze burning like torches: "Young man, it's fine if you want to kill me, but what did my nephew do to offend you? Why did you snap his handsome neck?" Tsk tsk, his head is very valuable!
"Jin Diluo failed in protecting his master, please punish me, Palace Master!" Jin Diluo knelt down on one knee, enduring the pain.
Pang Wan's face immediately changed color—wasn't this man the boatman on the Emerald River? How did he suddenly become the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace?
Nan Yi revealed a disdainful expression: "So you're that old monster? Hiding in the river, pretending to be a god or a ghost, what kind of good thing are you!"
Sang Shangsheng, no, he should now be called Palace Master He Shaoxin of the Lonely Palace, was not angry. He simply raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Hey, young man, everyone has a hobby, right? I like being a boatman, just like you like sucking people's blood and flesh. It's just a normal pastime. Why are you so angry?"
Pang Wan was taken aback, but the Southern Barbarians had already raised their hands and reached out to grab He Shaoxin with lightning speed.
He Shaoxin leaped up almost simultaneously, calmly flung his clothes aside to dodge, sometimes facing east and sometimes west.
"One, two, three, four..." he began counting aloud.
As he counted to the sixth, Nan Yi suddenly paused, swayed his shoulders, and collapsed to the ground as if a tall building with its foundation removed had been removed.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death! I almost thought I was going to be caught by this little monster!"
He Shaoxin patted his chest, making a look of lingering fear after narrowly escaping death.
"You brat, I thought your nails weren't working anymore!" He put his arm around He Qinglu's arm and let out a long sigh.
“I’ve already used five times the usual dose.” He Qinglu brushed away the restless hand, her expression indifferent. “It’s a miracle that he’s lasted this long.”
After speaking, he turned to look at the body lying on the ground.
The man had been given an anesthetic that could render ten lions unconscious, and he wouldn't wake up for a while.
But then he saw the girl in red clinging tightly to his side, frantically shaking him and calling out, "Senior brother? Senior brother? Wake up!"
She saw no one else, her face streaked with tears, as if the sky were about to collapse in an instant.
A dark cloud inexplicably drifted across Amber's eyes, obscuring the sunlight and leaving only endless shadows.
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At the summit of the solitary palace, in the cold, desolate hall.
"Whether you believe it or not, I did not send anyone to kill Mei Wu."
He Shaoxin stroked the smooth purple clay teapot in his hand and smiled slightly.
"It's not worth it for a woman."
After saying that, he put his mouth to the spout of the teapot and took a sip.
Pang Wan was stunned, having never seen anyone drink tea like this before.
No matter how you look at it, He Shaoxin is an unremarkable person with a listless demeanor. It is hard for her to connect this down-on-his-luck boatman with a noble young master like He Qinglu—how could these two share the same blood?
"Speaking of which, it's truly terrifying that your young master has fallen so low for a woman."
He Shaoxin looked at Nan Yi, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and muttered something while shivering.
"Palace Master, why did my senior brother become...like this?"
Pang Wan glanced at the person on the bed, her face filled with worry.
The bulging blood vessels all over Nan Yi's body had mostly subsided. The person lying on the bed was still a pale-faced, handsome young man, but the once bright red earring was now dull and lifeless, as if to indicate the owner's extreme weakness.