Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 93

She gagged twice, hearing the howling wind and the clanging of weapons outside, realizing that the situation had changed, but she didn't know whether it was good or bad for her. She wanted to lie in the coffin and pretend to be dead, waiting for those people to leave before coming out, but lying with a pile of bones was too frightening, and the smell was unpleasant. After enduring it for a long time, she finally got up and secretly poked her head out of the coffin.

Sure enough, there were two people fighting outside. One was a man in black, and the other was tall and thin with three strands of black beard under his chin, wielding a pickaxe with a whooshing sound.

Under the starlight, it was clear that this was none other than the Sheep Envoy of the Twelve Zodiac Animals!

The appearance of the Sheep Envoy was not accidental. (2) 2009-08-01 14:52

The twelve zodiac animals tracked the caravan of Generals Yu and Qi's families all the way into the dense forest. After a fierce battle, the Sheep Envoy was also severely injured. He was cunning and, seeing that everyone had fallen into a trap and that his brothers and sisters were being killed one after another, he knew that something was wrong. He desperately tried to escape into the graveyard, but due to his serious injuries, he could not go far, so he hid in an old grave.

It wasn't that he was cowardly or disregarded loyalty; rather, he prioritized the greater good. Although his own death was insignificant, if this message couldn't be spread and the family of the anti-Japanese general was kidnapped overseas, he would feel that even if he died a thousand times, he would be letting down the brothers who sacrificed their lives for this cause!

Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe. Even though he was hiding in the grave, he knew he probably wouldn't make it. Worried about ruining important matters, he was filled with grief and indignation when Zhu Huihui happened to appear, finally bringing him a glimmer of hope.

Although the child was truly useless, he had no choice but to fight back, like a snake summoned by a serpent. So, he used his last bit of strength to break out of the grave, kick Zhu Huihui away, and engage in a fierce battle with the man in black.

Although Zhu Huihui was only half-baked in martial arts, he had a keen eye and immediately noticed that although Yang Shang was wielding the hoe in a frightening manner, his movements were clumsy, and the back of his clothes was torn, the fabric of which was dark and clearly soaked in blood.

She sensed something was wrong; judging by the situation, the Sheep Envoy probably wouldn't last much longer! She suddenly jumped out of the coffin: "Sheep Envoy, I will definitely deliver your message. Take care!" Then she took off running.

She and the Sheep Envoys weren't particularly close, and although she was saddened by their deaths, she wasn't overly heartbroken. She told him, "Make sure you deliver the message," and now the Sheep Envoys could rest in peace, right?

Of course, it would be best if he didn't die. Even if he had to die, he should kill the man in black first, or at least hold out until she was far away before he died...

Upon hearing this, the Sheep Envoy was taken aback. Although he didn't know how this good-for-nothing knew him, he understood her meaning and burst into laughter: "Alright! You go quickly! I'll take care of things here..."

With a "thud," he was stabbed in the left arm, half of which was severed. The Sheep Envoy was truly tough; he didn't even utter a sound, ignoring the gushing blood, and swung his pickaxe with one hand, attacking relentlessly and fighting desperately with every move.

Although the man in black was more skilled in martial arts than Yang Shangshi, he was forced to retreat repeatedly. After retreating a few steps, he suddenly stepped forward, dodging the pickaxe, and slashed his long knife from an uncanny angle, cutting into Yang Shangshi's ribs, then swung it upwards with a backhand motion.

Sheep tilted his body, his severed arm gathering strength, and actually used his ribs and severed arm to clamp down on the black-clad man. Amidst the sound of steel blades rubbing against bones, the pickaxe, in a "fighting to the death" style, pierced the black-clad man's abdomen from bottom to top. Unfortunately, he was exhausted, and this strike, which could have pierced through his abdomen, only penetrated less than five-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

The man in black, in pain, let out a low growl and channeled his strength into his long sword, cleaving the envoy in two.

Amidst the spray of blood, the man in black, clutching his lower abdomen, staggered a few steps, gazing at the corpse of Envoy Yang with a solemn expression in his eyes. After a long while, he sheathed his sword, then bowed deeply to the body of Envoy Yang—though the man was dead, his fearless spirit had earned him his respect.

He felt a sense of confusion.

With such brave and indomitable people, can this magnificent land truly belong to them?

Zhu Huihui heard the envoy Yang finish speaking and then fall silent, immediately sensing something was wrong. However, she was preoccupied with her own survival and could only run for her life. Surprisingly, she utilized her "Flowing Light and Regret" lightness skill quite well, achieving a speed far exceeding her previous abilities.

However, compared to others, she was still far too slow. The man in black dealt with the sheep envoy, treated his own wounds, and then began to track her. Before long, the distance between them slowly closed.

In the darkness, unable to discern the path, Zhu Huihui and Zhu Huahua panted heavily as they ran. After running for a while, they suddenly lost all sound. She looked up and almost burst into tears.

Ahead, atop a solitary grave, the man in black stood with his knife raised, looking down at her with cold, mocking eyes.

Damn it! They actually came back again!

Forget about her self-pity, she turned and ran again. After running ten paces, she secretly glanced back and saw the man in black standing on the top of the grave, leisurely holding the knife in his arms, not chasing after her.

Strange, why didn't he kill her?

Just as she was wondering what was going on, another ball of fire suddenly appeared in front of her.

A huge ball of fire, a dark, golden-red hue, flickered in mid-air, slowly approaching, like a flame from the depths of hell, luring moths from the night to plunge in, to plunge in…

Zhu Huihui was stunned. Although she couldn't see what was behind the fire, she knew that what appeared at this time was definitely not a good thing!

She turned and ran in another direction. Suddenly, the man in black on the lonely grave flew up like a black crane, instantly appearing in front of Zhu Huihui, his gleaming longsword slashing down from the sky.

Zhu Huihui finally had nowhere to escape.

The knife was still three inches from her forehead, its icy aura already making her mind go blank. As soon as the blade was released, her beautiful head would be sliced in two, and then bright red blood and white brain matter would flow all over the ground...

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhu Huihui opened her eyes wide and stared fiercely at the man in black. Usually terrified of death and pain, she strangely felt no fear this time, only immense regret that she couldn't keep her promise to the Serpent Envoy!

The man in black, stared at by her defiant gaze, hesitated slightly with his knife, then suddenly his blade flashed with light and he pressed it downwards.

Zhu Huihui felt a splitting headache, her mind was a mess, her body was swaying, and through her blurred vision, she vaguely saw a slender, fair hand reach out to her and silently plunge it into the heart of the man in black. Blood stained the apricot-yellow sleeve covering that wrist...

Then she collapsed.

Jianghu Tianhenqing II 6 2009-08-05 11:24 After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Huihui finally gradually woke up. She felt so bad that she wished she could take her head off. Her mind was a mess, like tens of thousands of bees fighting inside, buzzing incessantly.

She groaned and moved slightly, trying to shoo away the bees that were causing trouble in her head, but a hand gently covered her forehead.

Zhu Huihui was startled, thinking she had fallen into the enemy's hands, and immediately began to struggle violently.

A low voice sounded from above: "Grey, don't move. Your head was injured by the sword energy. You need to rest and recover!"

The voice, brimming with tenderness like water, sounded strangely familiar to Zhu Huihui. She held her breath for a moment, and in her chaotic mind, a pair of misty, dark eyes flashed before her eyes—a man of refined elegance…

"Brother Liu Yue!" she cried out, suddenly opening her eyes.

Before her stood a noble and ethereal handsome face, his eyes filled with a gentle smile, gazing tenderly at her.

"I can hear you, you don't need to shout!" Liu Yue's smile was like a summer flower blooming in the night.

"It really is you!" Zhu Huihui blinked hard, wondering: How did Brother Liu Yue end up here? Suddenly, she remembered the hand that had plunged into the black-clad man's chest. Her gaze fell on his apricot-colored shirt, then on his beautiful hands—fair skin, slender fingers, and neatly manicured nails…

"You saved me!"

Liu Yue raised her right hand, looked at it, and smiled: "It was just a coincidence!"

Zhu Huihui blinked her big eyes: "How could it be such a coincidence?"

Liu Yue laughed and said, "I came here to track down a group of men in black, but I never expected to run into you!"