Eternal Night - Chapter 134
Rose hugged his neck and murmured, "Brother Yongye, don't leave me. I'm so scared to be alone in the house. My legs won't let me walk anymore, please don't abandon me, Brother Yongye..."
Yongye grew increasingly confused; Rose was speaking almost incoherently. Suddenly, a jolt went through her; her leg, what had happened to Rose's leg?
"I won't leave you, I'll carry you back to your room to sleep." Yuepo stood up, and Yongye clearly saw that Qiangwei's legs didn't move, as she hooked her arms around Yuepo's neck and let him carry her.
She felt a coolness on her face, and tears streamed down her cheeks. A heart-wrenching pain spread from the depths of her heart.
What happened to make it this way?
Yongye silently watched as the lights in Yuepo and Qiangwei's room went out.
The princess of the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, who had been pampered and cherished since childhood, was treated like a precious jewel... The wind blew by, and her tears slowly dried on her face.
She turned around blankly and stared at Uncle Ping. She said in a low voice, "What if I go to see them now?"
"The eldest young master said that if you make any unusual moves, they will die." Uncle Ping said flatly, but his expression changed, as if he was hesitating about something.
"Let's go back!" Yongye sighed, then suddenly threw a flying knife and retreated swiftly, flying three zhang away like a night bird.
Only with her disappearance could Moon Soul and Rose be safe. Otherwise, everyone would be tied down, and none of them could escape. Before Wandering Valley and the An family forced him to take any poison, Eternal Night had to flee.
Her thoughts changed instantly, because she thought of one person: Mo Yu!
At Kaibao Temple in Anguo, Youli Valley's target wasn't Prince Duan, but her. Mo Yu looked at her with jealousy and hatred, as if she had stolen his beloved possession, or destroyed some treasure of his. Li Yannian revealed that Mo Yu held a high position in the valley. Given Mo Yu's youth and inferior skills compared to Li Yannian, how could he possess such a high status?
Yongye was certain of only one thing: the target of Youli Valley was himself. Moon Soul and Rose were merely pawns used to control him.
She exerted all her strength, moving gracefully through the night sky with the wind. She felt Uncle Ping slap her, but because of the distance, she didn't feel the force of his palm hitting her back. Then she shook him off.
So what if someone ambushes someone in an alley? As long as Feng Yangxi and Prince Yan are found, with Feng Yangxi's martial arts skills and Prince Yan's power, it wouldn't be difficult for them to destroy this alley.
She didn't know where Feng Yangxi was, so she could only head towards the palace. She had no choice but to find Crown Prince Yan. Only his power could ensure Yuepo and Qiangwei's safe escape. Yongye didn't care about anything else; she would even marry Crown Prince Yan right now.
She ran through the night, screaming Feng Yangxi's name in her heart. Didn't he say he'd always be by her side? Where was he? Where was he? Yongye had never run so fast before.
A light mist slowly rose from the long street in the night.
With the palace right in front of him, Yongye became wary.
Seven or eight masked men in blue robes slowly walked towards one end of the long street.
"Star Soul".
The name pierced Yongye's heart instantly. She stood silently, footsteps sounding behind her, indicating she was surrounded. "You calculated very accurately. You even knew which path I wanted to take."
"The Valley Master predicted you would take this path. Will you surrender after a fight, or give up resistance and come with us willingly?"
"Of course I am..." Yongye's throwing knife had already been thrown, striking the person behind him with lightning speed. He drew his sleeve blade with his right hand and rushed forward like an arrow.
People leaped down from the rooftops on both sides, their long whips twisting and coiling like venomous snakes toward her ankles.
Yongye flipped in mid-air to dodge, grabbed the whip tip with his backhand, and was immediately flung away. Taking advantage of the momentum, he sprang up and was already three zhang away.
A figure flashed by, and a palm strike imbued with powerful internal force came crashing down. She dodged to the side, the palm landing on her shoulder. The pain made her hand tremble, almost dropping the knife, but her left hand still managed to throw it. The man clutched his throat in disbelief, opening his mouth wide to shout but unable to make a sound. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he desperately tried to get through, and then his body collapsed to the ground.
Yongye sneered. Most of the hidden weapons on her body had been thrown away, but the dozen or so dark figures still surrounded her, exhausting her strength, as if they wanted to capture her alive.
She gasped for breath and shouted, "I'm not fighting anymore, I'm out of hidden weapons."
"You're quite clever!" the man in blue sneered as he approached.
Yongye stood still, calculating her footwork, and suddenly pounced. She had no hidden weapons, but her hidden blade followed like a shadow, employing close-quarters combat techniques from her past life. Just as she was about to tear open an opening and escape using her lightness skill, two swords thrust in from the side, their swordsmanship cunning and vicious, quickly closing the encirclement.
Yongye felt a chill in his heart. He looked up at the moon, smiled, and thought, "There will always be a day when I can neither win nor escape."
"You're already injured. If you continue fighting, you'll only exhaust yourself and won't be able to escape," someone said calmly.
Yongye gasped for breath as the circle of the man in blue closed in, drawing ever closer. Her specialty was lightness skill and hidden weapons; she knew they were right. Her legs were trembling, her hidden weapons were gone, blood streamed from her hand, and the sleeve dagger slipped from her grasp with a clatter.
She stared at the figure getting closer and closer, reached out and pulled out the hairpin that bound her hair, and held it to her throat with her other hand: "If you come any closer, I'll kill myself."
The man in blue was taken aback.
"Get out of the way!" she shouted sharply, staggering backward. She was gambling, gambling that Youli Valley wouldn't take her life. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps back, a whip suddenly swept across, and Yongye's legs went weak and she fell to the ground, the jade hairpin in her hand flying far away.
"You can't die even if you want to," the man in blue said calmly, his long whip lashing out to entangle Yongye.
Yongye closed her eyes; she had no strength left. Then, sensing no attack, she opened her eyes in surprise to find the whip aimed at her broken into several pieces. Feng Yangxi stood firmly in front of her, his longsword pointing at the man in blue: "Those who aren't afraid to die, come at me. It's best if you all come at me at once; I'm too lazy to deal with them one by one."
Moonlight fell on his sword, casting a faint glow. His face held a mocking expression, his eyes sharp as knives: "What, you only dare to attack in secret, but not to spar with me?"
The men in blue surrounded him and suddenly attacked in unison. Feng Yangxi took a step forward, his sword emitting a ring of cold light. The three men in blue who rushed forward met the sword light, only to feel a chill on their hands and be horrified to see that the hand holding the sword had been severed and lay on the ground.
The fog on the long street grew thicker, carrying a faint fragrance. Feng Yangxi's expression changed, and she grabbed Yongye and leaped up, darting out like a black eagle while the man in blue was stunned.
A sigh rang out: "You are no match for him. There's no need to chase after him!"
"yes!"
The man in blue respectfully replied, helped the injured person, and left after tidying up the long street.
The moonlight once again enveloped the long street, as if nothing had happened.
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Leaning against Feng Yangxi, Yongye closed her eyes and let him carry her away. She was too tired, too weary to think. Wherever Feng Yangxi took her, she should be safe.