Eine eisige Aura

Kapitel 123

The waiter glanced around, and seeing that no one was around, he lowered his voice mysteriously: "Madam, you really don't understand. Although that martial arts alliance leader is powerful, even one fist can't fight four strong men! Two years ago, a vice alliance leader named He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the famous Fairy Sang Chan also fell into the demonic sect, constantly opposing him. I think he's having quite a headache." The waiter shook his head exaggeratedly.

Pang Wan opened his mouth, wanting to ask another question, but a piece of broken silver had already been handed to the waiter.

"You've worked hard, you can go now." He Qinglu glanced at the waiter with a calm expression.

The waiter thanked him profusely and took his leave. Just as Pang Wan was about to protest, someone pinched the tip of her nose.

"Didn't you promise me you wouldn't interfere in the affairs of the martial world anymore?" Even though He Qinglu was wearing a mask, Pang Wan could tell she was angry.

"I was just curious..." Her arrogant attitude vanished instantly, and she pitifully lowered her head.

“Without evil, how can righteousness stand out? The conflicts in the martial world will never stop, so how can there be a day of peace?” He Qinglu glared at her, thinking that this girl’s brain was still not clear. “Whether it’s Gu Xiju, Sang Chan, or even your father, they all understand this principle, but they still enjoy playing the game because they can get what they want here.”

Rights, reputation, status, wealth, beauty, dignity.

“Really? But there’s nothing I want here.” Pang Wan looked up at him and gently leaned her head into his arms. “I’d rather stay with you on the mountain, feeding horses and herding sheep every day. I don’t care about what they want.”

He Qinglu didn't say anything, but simply touched her hair, and a silent smile appeared on his lips.

Yanbo Manor.

"Will the leader personally strike the bell tonight?" the maid asked, holding the cloak in her hands, her voice trembling with fear.

"Bump, of course we'll bump." Gu Xiju turned his head and smiled, noticing the blush on the maid's cheeks that had spread to the tips of her ears, before slowly and deliberately giving the order, "Pass down the order that if any place forgets to light fireworks tonight, the person in charge will lose their life."

"Yes." The maid was so frightened by his gentle and warm words that she broke out in a cold sweat and quickly bowed and retreated.

On the clock tower, Gu Xiju, dressed in a purple robe, slowly stroked the ancient wood in his hands.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Last year I crashed seventeen times, this year I should crash eighteen times.

"I want to see fireworks. I also want you to go to the clock tower and ring the bell sixteen times for me."

Two years ago today, a young girl made the same request of him, but he failed to do so, because he later plunged his cold sword into her chest.

--over--