The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 258

Pshaw! Besides, how long has she even settled the score with those bastards in black? They'll just kill her whenever they see her anyway, so what difference does it make if one more person tries to kill her?

Hearing that she wasn't injured, Feng Xuese breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!" He raised one hand and gently rubbed her round cheek. The gesture was so intimate and natural that Zhu Huihui couldn't help but look up at him.

In the darkness, his face was somewhat hazy, and the contours of his face were softened, his eyes as warm as the rippling waters of spring.

Zhu Huihui suddenly felt her face flush and her heart race. Knowing he couldn't see her, but afraid he would hear her unsteady heartbeat, she quickly coughed and said, "Great...Great hero, you...you're not injured, are you?"

"I'm fine," Feng Xuese said gently.

Zhu Huihui looked back into the distance. At the end of the long dike, where Xuan Yue Water Island was located, flames were raging into the sky, turning the dark sky into a golden-red blaze.

Actually, the fire had been burning for a long time. She hadn't even taken a dozen steps after meeting Chen Muwan when she saw flames shooting up from the direction of the manor. But when she had just left Xuan Yue Water Island, the fire hadn't even started yet.

A very bad feeling crept into her heart—could there still be enemies on Xuan Yue Water Island? Could Steward Qin and the others handle it?

Although she was worried, she also knew that the black-clad turtle who pinched her cheek was the hero's formidable enemy, and she was afraid of distracting him, so she had been holding back and not saying anything—which was also why she had agreed earlier that the hero and the black-clad turtle should settle their score later.

Moreover, she knew that Feng Xuese had poor eyesight and relied on his hearing to make decisions, so no matter what—even if the turtle pinched her face, she wouldn't make a fuss or make any noise that might interfere with his judgment.

Feng Xuese understood her good intentions, even though he couldn't see them. His heart was brighter than anything else.

Holding those soft, slender hands, his heart felt at ease and joyful. The toil and worry of the past month, and the anxiety caused by his poor eyesight, all seemed to fade away. In fact, when he fought Kazama Yoru just now, the moment he heard her chaotic footsteps, his heart strangely calmed down. Was it because his "runaway eyes" had finally returned home after wandering around outside enough?

"...Mentioning that shameless little girl, and then feeling so deeply for her..." Suddenly remembering what Kazama Yoru had said, Feng Xuese was momentarily stunned. His usually cold and wise heart was suddenly in turmoil. He couldn't understand the source of this chaotic emotion; he only felt that the child was back by his side, and he was happier than anyone else. He didn't know when this feeling had arisen; he only knew that after she left, he had gradually come to realize her importance in his heart...

The incessant rain had stopped sometime ago. The thick clouds had also been blown away, revealing a deep blue sky and countless stars.

"I have something very, very, very important to tell you!" Zhu Huihui said. "Do you want to hear what I have to say first, or do you want to go back to 'Qushuixing' to put out the fire?" Actually, she already knew that the villa was called "Xuanyue Shuiyu", but she just couldn't stop saying it.

Feng Xuese was shocked: "What? Xuan Yue Water Island is on fire?"

"Yes! It's been burning for half a day!" Zhu Huihui looked at the spot where the fire started. "Although it's raining today, the wind is very strong. I guess the villa is almost completely burned down!"

"You should have told me what you were going to do sooner!"

Zhu Huihui said matter-of-factly, "You didn't ask!"

"you--"

Zhu Huihui interrupted, "Great hero, if you keep rambling on, 'Shuixing' will be even more hopeless!"

Feng Xue was so angry that she shook off her hand. It had been over a month since she'd last seen her, and this girl's ability to annoy people had only grown stronger! After taking a few steps, she sensed something, then grabbed her belt and swept her forward.

Zhu Huihui was already used to being carried in his hands, and playfully grabbed his waist.

Feng Xuese felt an itch on her waist and almost lost her inner strength. She couldn't help but scold, "Zhu Huihui!"

"Yes, sir!"

"If you touch me again, I'll throw you into the fishpond to feed you!"

"Yes, hero!" Zhu Huihui pretended to be very proper and put his hands together in front of his chest; "Hero, shall I tell you a story while we run?"

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement. He knew that although Zhu Huihui was usually quite irresponsible, she was very good at prioritizing things. If it wasn't something particularly important, she would never tell him any stories at a time like this.

"In short, the families of Generals Yu and Qi were mixed in with a merchant caravan and were about to be sent to Japan as hostages. The Twelve Zodiac Envoys of the Blood Tower were unable to rescue them and all of them died in battle in order to send out this news. I barely managed to escape, and then Brother Liuyue escorted me to find you."

Feng Xuese was startled and stopped abruptly in her tracks: "What?"

Zhu Huihui said, "This is a long story—hero, Miss Mu is ahead."

Ahead, on the embankment, willows droop like ribbons, and a slender figure stands there, gazing intently at the darkness, eagerly awaiting discovery.

The candle inside the lamp had burned out, and the warmth that had once enveloped her had been extinguished. Looking at her in the night, her slender, fragrant shoulders seemed to bear only loneliness.

The bamboo umbrella, which had been opened, was placed at her feet. A gust of wind blew by, flipping the umbrella over. It rolled a few times on the embankment and then fell into Dongting Lake.

As Chen Muwan looked at the two figures approaching, a sudden sense of loss caused her eyes to dim. She had to take a deep breath to barely suppress the unease swelling in her heart: "Young Master Feng, Miss Zhu, you're back!" Shao Jiayi said, her voice trembling slightly.

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement and asked with concern, "Miss Mu, are you alright?"

A mist suddenly appeared in Chen Muwan's eyes, and she lowered her head: "I...I'm fine, but...what about that person?"

"They were chased away by the hero!" Zhu Huihui said. How could this Miss Mu be so foolish! Look at her face, it's as blue as a ghost. Even in that state, she's still stupidly waiting to leave. What if the hero takes another route? Wouldn't she just be waiting to die?

Feng Xuese placed Zhu Huihui on the ground: "Huihui, you accompany Miss Mu back to the manor slowly. I'll go back and check first!" If it were just Zhu Huihui alone, he could carry her back, but Miss Mu was also there, and he couldn't leave her behind.

Zhu Huihui pouted and reluctantly said "Oh".

Feng Xuese touched her hair: "Be careful!" With a flick of her wrist, she dashed forward.

In the vast night, his silhouette was as ethereal as a white crane. If not told, who would know that this man was actually blind?

Zhu Huihui and Chen Muwan were both a little stunned. After a long while, Zhu Huihui coughed and said, "Miss Muwan, let's go!"

Chen Muwan replied, "Okay!"

She took a few steps forward, but felt dizzy. Her body was really weak. She had only held on until now because she was thinking about Feng Xuese's "Wait for me." Now, Feng Xuese's graceful departure seemed to have taken away her life force as well. Her spirit and strength were exhausted, and she could not help but sway.

Just as Chen Muwan was about to collapse, Zhu Huihui reached out and roughly grabbed her arm: "Never mind! I'll help you up!"

What a shrew! Leaving such a sickly person for her to take care of! Humph! If it weren't for Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan's sake, she wouldn't bother with this fragile porcelain doll at all!

Chen Muwan's lips were bluish-white: "Thank you, Miss Zhu!"

Zhu Huihui said, "You're welcome!"

Zhu Huihui helped Chen Muwan walk forward, but Chen Muwan's constitution was too weak. She hadn't gone far before she was panting heavily and had to stop to rest. After doing this two or three times, Zhu Huihui finally became impatient: "At this rate, we won't reach Xuan Yue Water Island until the middle of the night!" She couldn't help but let out a long sigh.