Función clerical

Capítulo 83

Ye Qianqian stopped in her tracks.

Just when Shen Zhili thought Ye Qianqian wouldn't answer her at all, Ye Qianqian suddenly turned around and closed the distance between them.

"What makes you so sure that he likes you? Likes you so much that I can't take you back?"

Shen Zhili chuckled, a hint of bitterness in her voice: "...I don't know..."

"...In fact, even now I can't be sure whether Su Chenche really likes me, or how much he likes me..."

Ye Qianqian: "How could you not know! Didn't he tell you?"

Shen Zhili smiled bitterly: "How much credibility can be found in words that are so easily spoken?... But if you really like him, you wouldn't want to give me back to him, and... we're destined to have no future..."

Ye Qianqian was silent for a moment: "Why?"

Shen Zhili smiled slightly. Since she had already told Lei Ying and Hua Jiuye about it before leaving Huichun Valley, she didn't care if one more person knew.

Twelve Nights of Flower, and her lifespan, which may be short.

She just forgot to mention... Twelve Nights Blossom is a flower that drains people's life force. From the moment she conceived it, Shen Zhili didn't have much life left to squander.

Even if she didn't go to the sacrifice, she wouldn't live past thirty at most.

Ye Qianqian: "...So, you can't be with him?"

Shen Zhili nodded, her smile faint: "Please don't send me to see him, okay?"

Ye Qianqian: "No."

Shen Zhili went berserk: "Why!!"

Ye Qianqian: "I promised him."

...And I want to hear you say these words to him yourself.

Chapter 66

Shen Zhili returned to the room, where the sounds of arguing continued outside.

She turned away, ignoring the sounds outside.

A night of light sleep.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Ye Qianqian appeared at the door, looking unwell, with obvious impatience on her beautiful face.

Shen Zhili washed up and went out with her.

Being with Ye Qianqian is better than being with the Gandharva King. At least she won't bump into her and pin her against the city wall, Shen Zhili thought with a bittersweet smile.

Instead of going up to the city wall, Ye Qianqian led Shen Zhili out of the city through a side gate, with two demonic sect disciples watching over Shen Zhili behind them.

Shen Zhili yawned and felt something fall on her head.

She touched it; it was fluffy. When she took it down, she saw that it was a small, yellow bird that hadn't grown up yet.

Before he could even look up, a branch on the tree swayed, and a person fell down.

"After arguing for so long last night, when did I ever agree to let Protector Ye take the person away?" Gandharva Wang Pengqin leaned against the tree trunk and smiled gently.

Another person emerged from behind the tree trunk: "Sorry, Protector Ye, but I also think what you did was not fair."

The Dragon King wiped the crumbs from his lips.

Ye Qianqian drew her sword: "Then stop talking nonsense."

As she drew her sword, she frowned slightly: "Take her away."

Perhaps not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble, Ye Qianqian only brought two disciples, while the Gandharva King and the Dragon King came alone.

Shen Zhili was taken aback. A fight had already broken out over there. One of the disciples quickly grabbed Shen Zhili's hand and ran towards the outside of the city.

"Stop her!"

The Gandharva King's music suddenly intensified, causing the disciple who had been holding Shen Zhili to pause for a moment before collapsing to the ground. Even though Shen Zhili was on guard, he still felt a ringing in his ears and a surge of blood rushing to his chest.

Stay or keep running?

Shen Zhili hesitated for only a moment before running off into the distance.

Compared to her desire not to see Su Chenche, her life was clearly more important.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Shen Zhili finally collapsed, leaning against a tree trunk and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Gandharva King's lyre music was truly terrifying.

He fumbled for the emergency medicine in his pocket, swallowed it with difficulty, and looked into the distance, wondering where Su Chenche was... Why wasn't that bastard closer!

Catching her breath, Shen Zhili dragged her exhausted body forward with difficulty.

...Su Chenche is just ahead, hang in there a little longer.

The sharp pain caused Shen Zhili to grit her teeth and endure it as her fingers dug into her palm.

One step, two steps.

Shen Zhili pressed her hand to her chest, feeling as if her internal organs were being churned. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, her legs buckled, and her body slumped forward.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain of falling to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, they found themselves in a warm place, tender and soft, with a familiar and pleasant scent.

The voice entered clearly into my ears.

No longer separated by distance or space, a slightly trembling voice emanated from the chest: "Zhi Li..."

A familiar voice, a familiar tone...

In an instant, all thoughts of Twelve Nights Flower, betrayal, indifference, amnesia, and memories were thrown to the back of Shen Zhili's mind. All she wanted to do was throw herself into that person's arms and cry her heart out.

...So many grievances, so many complicated feelings that I can't express.

Before she could speak, that hand had already pulled her into his arms, pulling her in tightly, while the other hand gently stroked her messy long hair, the movements tender and slow.

Shen Zhili struggled: "Let go quickly, I can't breathe..."

The embrace finally loosened, but he still held her tightly, refusing to let go.

A chirping sound came from her arms. Shen Zhili lowered her head, and the little yellow bird that had just fallen was peeking its dizzy head out from her collar.

Little bird: "Chirp chirp..."

Shen Zhili: "..."

"Clap clap clap".

Amidst the sparse applause, another voice rang out at the same time.

“What a touching display of love…” the man’s voice was bloodthirsty and violent. “However, you two will be a dead couple today.”

Shen Zhili turned around, and standing behind her was none other than the purple-haired Yaksha King.

A hint of smugness flickered in his deep, handsome features: "Young Master Twelve Nights, it seems we haven't exchanged blows yet."

The Yaksha King, the leader of the Four Kings, is considered to be the most skilled in martial arts among the demonic sects.

Last night, he and the Gandharva King and Dragon King planned that the two of them would stop Ye Qianqian, while the Yaksha King would follow Shen Zhili to attack Young Master Twelve Nights... Young Master Twelve Nights would certainly not dare to publicize such a private meeting with members of the Demonic Sect, and he would definitely not bring many people with him.

As expected, he only brought two attendants with him, not even the Twelve Nights Hall Master.

Su Chenche narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You want to kill me?"

The Yaksha King whistled, and a group of demonic disciples wielding sharp weapons suddenly appeared behind him, surrounding Su Chenche and his group.

Su Chenche gently kissed Shen Zhili's forehead before putting her down, then turned and smiled, "Are you really sure this small group of people can kill me?"

Yaksha King: "Whether it works or not, we'll have to try to find out."

The two drew their swords almost simultaneously, and it was impossible to tell whose sword was faster or sharper.

Other members of the Demonic Cult attempted to attack Shen Zhili, but they were quickly stopped and killed by Su Chenche's followers.

Shen Zhili leaned back, clutching her chest, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

After the initial shock subsided, more questions arose.

...Su Chenche clearly took the antidote for the Seven Emotions Pill, so did he lose his memory?

...If you have amnesia, why do you remember her?

...If he didn't lose his memory, then what was the Seven Emotions Pill all about? What was the meaning behind his actions at the city gate? And what exactly was his relationship with Ye Qianqian?

Most importantly, is Su Chenche's feeling for her real or fake?

From the moment he embraced her until now, he has only said one sentence to her: "Zhi Li".

...A normal Su Chenche would have started rambling on by now.

More and more disciples of the Demonic Sect, seeing that they could not intervene between Su Chenche and the Yaksha King, turned their attention to attacking Shen Zhili.

The two attendants gradually found it difficult to resist, and even some of the demonic sect disciples fell to Shen Zhili's side, where Shen Zhili dealt with them with a few silver needles.

Just as Shen Zhili was about to stand up, she suddenly smelled a strange odor.

No, this is poison!

She hurriedly took out the medicine from her bosom, but before she could put it in her mouth, a hand quickly covered her mouth and nose.

Those were very beautiful hands.

Yu Lian.

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"Qianqian sent me."

A silver-white brocade robe with gold trim made Yu Lian look even more handsome, and even his voice was gentle and charming.

He looked up from the medicine bottle, a worried expression on his face: "I hope Qianqian won't find out."

The person was still the same, but Shen Zhili felt a chill inexplicably rise in her heart.

She stepped back, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.

A beautiful hand was brought to her lips, still holding a bowl of medicine: "The Gandharva King's music is not pleasant to listen to, and besides, your constitution is special. Drinking this might make you feel better."

The medicine was fine, and Shen Zhili drank it. Yu Lian handed her some candied fruit with a gentle smile.