Gallinas y perros vuelan en el caos y el renacimiento

Capítulo 143

Tang Leyan frowned and muttered, "It's like a persistent ghost!"

With a twist of her waist, a series of kicks, and a flick of her wrist, in an instant, three fiercely approaching arrows were swiftly deflected. One was broken, another knocked down, and the third was caught in Tang Leyan's hand. She laughed, "It's only polite to return what you've received!"

Seeing that she was still calmly speaking and circulating her internal energy while in the air, Feng Jiansheng was shocked beyond words. Just as he was wondering what to do, Tang Leyan flicked her wrist, and the arrow flew out of her palm. Using the arrow as a hidden weapon, it flew back to him at high speed.

Feng Jiansheng shouted, "Everyone, get out of the way!"

Immediately, most of the people around him left.

With a "thud," an arrow was heard, and behind where he had been standing, on the wooden door of the hall entrance, the arrowhead was halfway embedded in the wooden door.

Tang Leyan smiled. She hadn't wanted to hurt him in the first place, so she leaped forward again.

Feng Jiansheng gripped his bow and arrow, thinking that he couldn't bear to watch her leave like this. With that thought, he leaped up, kicked the door, and bounced outwards. He pulled the arrow out with his inner strength, and with bow and arrow in hand, he also flew into the air. At this moment, Tang Leyan had already left the inner hall of the palace and was heading towards the outer perimeter, disappearing over the high courtyard wall.

Feng Jian gritted his teeth, and while still in mid-air, he took a deep breath, drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed.

His white robes fluttered, his handsome face was icy cold, as if the ancient sword of autumn water had reappeared.

The arrow pierced the sky and flew away.

This was originally a last resort for him.

She countered all three arrows fired in quick succession, so what use is this mere single arrow?

But his competitive spirit kicked in, and Feng Jiansheng couldn't bear to watch her leave without doing anything. Even if it was a desperate struggle, he didn't want to lose his morale.

But in an instant, something strange happened.

Tang Leyan, who was in mid-air, could have easily dodged the arrow, but for some reason, her body suddenly froze. In that instant, the arrow was already in front of her. She seemed to realize it, slowly turned around, and in the nick of time, reached out and grabbed the sword.

Feng Jiansheng stared wide-eyed at her, but suddenly realized that she seemed to have lost all her inner strength. The arrow she was holding in her hand could no longer be held, and the arrow shaft continued to rush forward, all the way to her chest.

Feng Jiansheng almost thought it was his imagination.

How is that possible?

However, he seemed to see the blood blooming on her chest.

He could even clearly see the slightly dazed expression on her face.

Then, he could no longer see her.

She landed outside the high wall, but was clearly injured.

He fell down, but was caught by the crowd.

Feng Jiansheng was unable to react; his mind went blank. He lay on the ground for a long while before suddenly jumping up and shouting, "Get out! Capture her!"

Yes, how could this be? Tang Leyan herself couldn't believe it.

Why did the illness have to occur at this time, and why was the injury caused at this particular moment?

When the arrow flew towards her, she could have easily dodged it, but all her internal energy suddenly vanished in an instant. She couldn't leave to grab the arrow, but could only watch helplessly as it accurately pierced her chest.

Even more so, one could feel the sharp arrow piercing into flesh bit by bit in their palm, the pain and tearing sensation of blood surging and flesh splitting open.

She was stunned.

At the same time, they saw the same astonishment on the face of the person who fired the arrow.

He probably never expected to be so lucky.

Tang Leyan gave a bitter smile.

A bitter smile, as it may be.

She has no luck.

So he could only let himself fall straight down from the sky.

In that instant, she sensed death, so close at hand.

A strong, metallic smell of blood filled her nostrils, emanating from her chest.

She stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds above, a wave of sorrow washing over her.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have let Gale go.

Chu Zhen, does this mean I will never see you again?

God, please give me a chance, if I can see him again alive...

I can……

She couldn't think straight.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

A black shadow rushed in from not far away. Just as Tang Leyan's body hit the ground, the newcomer opened his arms and caught her in mid-air.

Tang Leyan slowly opened her eyes.

Through her teary eyes, she seemed to see a pair of radiant eyes, a touch of crimson at the corners, as he gazed at her, his eyes revealing a secret.

She blinked hard, trying to wipe away her tears, as if they had never existed.

But in his ear was a mocking voice: "It's too late. I see. So, you do know what regret is?"

Wow, I'm so nervous! Who's coming?

Chapter 188 of "Intoxicated by Gentleness": A Dreamlike Dream

The large red lanterns swayed in the wind.

The windows were tightly closed, obscuring the view outside. The room was brightly lit, and in the distance, the faint sounds of unrestrained laughter could be heard.

"Ah..." The person on the bed let out a low groan, her eyes tightly closed and her brows slightly furrowed, but she did not open her eyes, as if she was dreaming, dreaming of something that made her uneasy.

A gentle breeze blows in through the window, ah, the moon shines across the way. It looks just like that person. Ah, it's calling out to me.

A blush spreads across her face, ah, my heart is reflected in the mirror, I lean against the window to look back at old memories, but there, I see no trace of you...

Back then, that song, ah, was sung by one person, half by another. Now, my dream, who will keep me company?

You lend me your love, ah, I send you my longing. Every word of my love is a testament to my loneliness.

Year after year I long for spring, ah, night after night I lament the passing of time. Oh, that vast, distant dream, alas, it is longing.

Old feelings keep resurfacing, ah, youth keeps tearing apart. Love and hate are just random scribbles, owing names to the past.

A soft female voice drifted out of her memory on the wind, as if an invisible hand in the wind was pulling at the song, soft and lingering, echoing for three days, and lingering in her heart.

The image in my mind became clearer and clearer.

That night, on the snow-covered mountaintop, the girl couldn't sleep. She got up and went out to search for that person.

But the person was not there.

She noticed a single piece of paper sitting alone on the table beside the man's bed.

She walked over and picked it up. She held it in her hand and examined it.

As I looked at it, I couldn't help but frown.

Although she didn't understand the meaning behind the person who wrote it, she vaguely understood its significance.

She possessed a photographic memory. She could remember anything she saw if she so desired, and later, when the opportunity arose, she would descend the mountain. Only after inquiring with an extremely knowledgeable old man did she learn that it was a love song.

The little girl thought that "she" had secretly fallen in love with someone. The music was too soft and too tender, which suited "her" beautiful and delicate appearance.

However, "she" was always cold and aloof, and had never spoken a word to her. No matter how much she provoked him, he remained silent, though his attitude was no longer as harsh as before, keeping her at arm's length.

Inside the restaurant, I ordered a waitress separately. I listened to her song repeatedly.

The wine seller was old, and her singing had a sense of vicissitude, which made her feel sad. But it was probably this sadness that left a mark on her heart, and eventually she learned to sing it.

Back at Tianmiao Peak, upon meeting "her" again, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she gazed at "her" calm and beautiful appearance. She thought: "I know your secret too, hehe, let me scare you and force you to reveal who you secretly love. Now, won't you talk to me?"

So he sang it to that person.

From then on, everything changed dramatically.

A youthful voice. It couldn't express the vicissitudes of life she felt at the time. The song, once sung, conveyed more sweetness than the sorrow of longing.

But she was already moved.

At first, his slender body trembled, then he glanced at her quickly before lowering his eyes again.

Until she finished singing.

She felt a pang of emotion, realizing that she could actually sing such a little tune.

What does it feel like to miss someone?

She didn't know it, yet she could sing it.

That's really funny.

In youth, one knows not the taste of sorrow, yet loves to climb high towers; loves to climb high towers, forcing oneself to feign sorrow in order to compose new verses.

Now that I've tasted all the bitterness of sorrow, I want to speak but hold back, I want to speak but hold back, and instead say, "What a fine autumn day!"

Thinking about it now, that's exactly how it felt.

After a brief moment of reflection, she remembered her mission.

So she turned to "her" with a smile and asked, "Beautiful sister, did I sing well?"

The man remained silent.

She was already used to it; it was when that person spoke that she would be surprised.

But he continued, counting on his fingers, "Beautiful sister, I'm sorry, I was looking at the lyrics in your room and accidentally learned them. But don't blame me, okay? I won't tell anyone about this, um... hehe, unless you..."

The sentence, "Unless you tell me who your sweetheart is," was not finished.

The person flashed and was already beside her.

She stared wide-eyed up at "her," muttering, "Unless you... uh, tell me, who... is the person you love?" Her words trailed off.

The man reached out and pinched her lower body.

She was still naive and thought it was harmless.

He even managed a laugh: "What are you doing?"

The man then said, "Since you have gone to such great lengths, I should naturally repay you."