Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 142

The man had been waiting for her to speak, but seeing her panting, he grew impatient and his fingers tightened.

Zhu Huihui hurriedly said, "No...no..." When she was anxious, her mind would race. She thought: He stopped because she said she recognized him, but she only recognized him; she didn't know who he was...

She gripped the other person's arm tightly with one hand, forcing a smile on her face, and said, "Please, please don't be impulsive! We...we're acquaintances after all..." As she spoke, her other hand had already reached out with lightning speed.

Although I am skilled in martial arts, the two of us were too close. I never expected that this guy would still dare to lay a hand on me when he was about to die. Caught off guard, she grabbed my face mask.

Zhu Huihui stared in horror at the familiar face beneath the mask: "You...it's you...it really is you..."

The man's eyes flashed with malice, and his five fingers gripping her neck suddenly tightened.

Zhu Huihui felt a sharp pain in her throat, as if she could hear a cracking sound coming from her neck. However, her mind was not on that at all; she was only vaguely thinking: Why did I say, "It really is you," instead of "It was actually you"?

The Sky is Clear in Jianghu II 19

The sky was dark blue, and the full moon hung high in the sky, its light as clear as water.

Zhu Liuyue stood by the lotus pond, bathed in moonlight, lost in thought.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom.

Under the moonlight, the water was filled with a deep, cool blue.

This is a strange lotus flower.

A blue lotus pond.

Ordinary lotuses close their petals at night, as if they are asleep. But this lotus looks no different from other types of lotuses during the day, but at night, the entire body of water becomes its own stage for blooming, and it blooms more and more brightly as the night goes on.

It was a kind of brilliance that was both lonely and alluring to the extreme. When it bloomed, it did so recklessly, as if it were using its entire life to exchange for this moment of glory. Its life was extremely short. From budding to withering, it was only a matter of time, from midnight to dawn—it would bloom again tomorrow, but it would not be the same flower as last night.

Liu Yue tenderly stroked the delicate petals of a lotus flower.

He always felt that he had a special connection with this flower, which was difficult to distinguish as either sacred or eerie.

For example, he and they share the same loneliness, the same brevity, the same blooming at night, and the same lack of retreat once they bloom.

For example, beneath their beautiful and clean exteriors, they conceal deadly poisons.

"Overseas, there is a blue lotus that blooms only at night, resembling a pond full of stars. Its stamens are ground into powder and mixed with nineteen ingredients from the East and West coasts in appropriate proportions, including ice rock foam, seven catalpa trees, and black crystal powder, to create the miraculous poison, Heavenly Sea Frost..."

This was told to him by a woman even more beautiful than a blue lotus.

Years ago, that woman taught him many things. So, after he grew up, he devoted himself to collecting everything that the woman had told him, including this pool of incomparably precious blue lotuses.

"Is this blue lotus the legendary 'Heavenly Lotus'?"

The voice was calm and detached.

Zhu Liuyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in her dark, night-like eyes.

He casually took the folding fan from his belt, opened it, shook it gently, and turned around with a smile on his face: "Brother Xuese!"

Seven zhang behind him, atop the pavilion, stood a figure braving the wind. Clad in flowing snow, his feet treading on moonlight, he resembled an immortal just descended from the celestial palace. His eyes, reflected in the moonlight and shimmering water, were clear and far-reaching.

Feng Xuese stood atop the pavilion, gazing at him, and said slowly, "Should I address you as Brother Liu Yue, Little Prince, or—" He paused, his voice softening, "Feng, Jian, Ye?"

Zhu Liuyue raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile freezing on his face: "Brother Xuese, what makes you say that?"

Feng Xuese said calmly, "The young prince Liu Yue of the Prince Xin's Mansion is none other than the Japanese assassin Kazama Yoru. The Japanese assassin Kazama Yoru is the young prince Liu Yue. I've known about this for a long time."

"Oh?" Zhu Liuyue smiled, but did not deny it, only saying, "But I wonder where I gave myself away?"

Feng Xuese said, "My initial suspicion of you stemmed from the scent of daylilies."

Zhu Liuyue was somewhat puzzled and said, "I would like to hear the details!"

Feng Xuese said, "When a person loses their sight, their other senses become extremely sensitive."

Zhu Liuyue gently fanned herself: "And then?"

Maple Snow said calmly, "On the long dike of Xuan Yue Water Island, I sparred with a Japanese master who called himself Kazama Yoru. Daylilies grew along the side of the lake dike..."

As the sword energy surged, it scattered yellow flowers and green leaves all over the sky. He couldn't see them, but the fresh and delicate fragrance of daylilies permeated his heart and soul.

Later, everyone left on Zhu Liuyue's boat. When Liuyue returned to the boat, he smelled the fresh scent of daylilies once again.

He didn't explain in detail, but Zhu Liuyue understood. He shook his head and said, "This is not reliable."