Shen Mo didn't even move his hand, he just raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Li indifferently.
"Having come to this point, are we still going to put up a stubborn resistance?"
The intense pressure interrupted Yu Li's attack. Like a bird with broken wings, he fell to his knees in a sorry state. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, and he barely managed to keep his body from collapsing to the ground by plunging his sword three inches into the ground.
The overloaded body sent warning signals to Yu Li. The pain emanating from his bones almost made him cry out, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. The familiar taste of blood surged in his mouth. He looked at Shen Mo through cold sweat, his eyes filled with resentment.
Am I really going to die here like this?
Yu Li took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "If you kill me... Zhou Donghan will not let you get away with it."
The intense humiliation made Yu Li unable to hold on any longer, and he loosened his grip on the sword, his knees hitting the ground with a thud, just like his last collapsing bottom line.
Yu Li's fingers twitched involuntarily. The fact that he was begging for mercy in Zhou Donghan's name made his stomach churn. The disgust that ran deep in his bones was so strong that even his body was resisting such words of pleas for mercy.
But he had to do it in order to survive.
Yu Li endured the pain and looked at Qin Moyu, who was still in Shen Mo's arms, and said, "You are strong and not afraid of him, but the person in your arms is no match for him. Yun Qilou will not let this go... uh!"
Qin Moyu is Shen Mo's Achilles' heel. Now that someone is openly threatening him with Qin Moyu in front of him, how could Shen Mo possibly tolerate it?
Shen Mo's eyes flashed with a cold light, and Yu Li was speechless.
Qin Moyu: Even though all three people were present, I couldn't even have my name mentioned.
Although he didn't know what Shen Mo and Yu Li, the two riddle tellers, were talking about, Qin Moyu remembered one thing. He asked with a hint of doubt, "But didn't you say that Zhou Donghan was killed by you?"
Using Zhou Donghan, who died at Shen Mo's hands, to threaten Shen Mo is indeed somewhat puzzling.
"He is dead." Just as Heaven had been plotting to kill Shen Mo, Shen Mo had also prepared an array to wait for Zhou Donghan to come. He left that day only when he was 100% certain that Zhou Donghan had no chance of being resurrected.
"But it seems they haven't received the news yet," Shen Mo said, glancing at Yu Li, who looked incredulous.
Zhou Donghan... is dead?
Yu Li didn't think he had anything to offer that would make Shen Mo and Qin Moyu lie to him. Zhou Donghan's long silence was enough to prove it. But the news came too suddenly. He didn't even feel the joy of revenge, only endless emptiness.
He lived in this inhuman, ghost-like state just to stay by Zhou Donghan's side so he could take revenge one day. In the end, all his persistence, all his pain, and all his sacrifices turned into a joke.
Yu Li's resentment stemmed from his desire to avenge Zhou Donghan, but now Zhou Donghan had died at the hands of someone whose name he didn't even know, and the matter had ended silently.
"Ha...ha..." Yu Li was still unable to speak, as if he were being held in a pincer by an invisible hand, but even so, he still managed to let out a short, breathy laugh that was hard to tell whether it was a sound of joy or sorrow.
it's over……
Yu Li trembled as he touched the scar on his face. He lowered his head and his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword.
With her head covered, Qin Moyu had no idea what was happening outside. She only heard a hoarse voice after the strange laughter ended.
He said:
"Thanks."
Then came the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
When Qin Moyu opened his eyes again, Shen Mo was frowning and covering something with mud. He only had time to see a white thing and half a broken straw hat.
Shen Mo erased all traces of the fierce battle that had just taken place. Even the man in the straw hat and his men seemed to have never been there. Qin Moyu only saw Nan Xun supporting Liu Yiyi.
"Long time no see, Nanxun." Qin Moyu greeted Nanxun with a smile.
"Mo Yu!" Nan Xun's eyes lit up slightly. "Why did you come to Xizhou?"
"Hmm..." Qin Moyu scratched his head. He couldn't very well say he came to ask Nan Xun for the box, could he? He could only laugh it off for now. "Well, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you. By the way, Yi Liu, how are you? I still have some medicine here..."
As he spoke, Qin Moyu reached into his storage bag to take something out.
Liu Yiyi was flattered that Qin Moyu still remembered her after only one meeting at Guanlan Sect, and said, "No, no need, I'm fine, thank you! To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed. I concealed my identity back then. Actually, my name isn't Yi Liu, it's Liu Yiyi..."
Upon hearing Liu Yiyi's name, Qin Moyu understood why she had used an alias. He didn't mind the previous concealment and still found the medicine for her injuries and handed it to Liu Yiyi.
"She's fine." Shen Mo, who was standing next to her, was almost dying of jealousy. He hadn't even cared about whether he was alright when Qin Moyu kicked him down from the sky—although everyone knew he was definitely fine—but she was so concerned about him just because he was a little pale. And with Nan Xun standing there in the way, he was even more annoyed.
Shen Mo deliberately wrapped his arm around Qin Moyu's waist and secretly glared at Nan Xun. Nan Xun was confused by his glare. Shen Mo deliberately said, "Moyu, I think I'm feeling a little unwell too."
Qin Moyu's lips twitched slightly. Couldn't Shen Mo have some self-awareness? It was really an eyesore for a grown man to act like a child.
"Is that so?" Qin Moyu didn't buy it at all. With a forced smile, she stomped on Shen Mo's foot and pried his hand off her waist. He still remembered how embarrassing it was for him to be trapped in her arms like a pendant!
"If you're sick, take your medicine." Qin Moyu realized that Shen Mo and Shen Yebai were indeed the same person; they both had the same problem of losing their minds as soon as they got a little close to someone.
Shen Mo was not discouraged when he saw that Qin Moyu was not buying it. He shamelessly moved closer to Qin Moyu and took her hand, pretending not to see Qin Moyu's "Aren't you childish?" look. Anyway, he just couldn't stand Nan Xun. He was even more annoyed when Nan Xun and Qin Moyu chatted and laughed.
Perhaps this is because the protagonist and the villain are inherently incompatible.
"I wonder who this is..." Nan Xun looked at Shen Mo. Qin Moyu had been well protected in Shen Mo's arms, but he had truly felt the terrifying pressure from Shen Mo.
“Shen Mo.” Shen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and emphasized, “Mo Yu’s Daoist partner.”
"Don't listen to his nonsense."
Qin Moyu glared at Shen Mo warningly, and Shen Mo could only swallow back the words, "I'm not lying."
—It will happen sooner or later.
Shen Mo thought to himself.
Nan Xun watched as Qin Moyu managed to subdue the once arrogant Shen Mo with just a few words. Shen Mo's blatant indulgence of Qin Moyu was so obvious that no one would believe there wasn't some connection between them. But seeing an acquaintance in a foreign land was always a pleasant surprise.