Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 153

Before she could turn around, Feng Xuese had already leaped up and jumped off the stone platform.

At the same time, several people from the opposing team also jumped down.

Seeing this, Nishino En and Fang Jianwu immediately jumped down as well.

Zhu Huihui was confused and peered down.

A slender, yellow figure darted about, dodging the maple-colored sword, the Japanese steel blades, hidden weapons, and bare hands...

Zhu Liuyue's sudden appearance led everyone to believe he was plotting against them, and they desperately tried to stop him. He, however, paid no heed, disappearing into the gray smoke like a ghost.

No one in the area could see what happened; they only saw the smoke suddenly explode, and a huge gust of air forced the people in the open space to try to steady themselves.

As the air currents gradually subsided, everyone looked toward the place that had once been the center of the ash cloud.

On the open ground, three people stood in a tripod formation.

Yu Xiaoyao was astonished, and Bai Niaozhiran was also incredulous. The two of them looked at the third person who suddenly entered the battle tunnel—the handsome and elegant young man in yellow.

His black eyes were as clear as the sky, and his face held a gentle smile like spring water. However, his right hand was covered in blood, and between his five fingers he was clutching a piece of twitching twig!

Yu Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then looked at Bai Niao Ziran and asked "kindly," "Bai Niao Ziran, do you have a son?"

Bai Niaozhi lowered her head, removed her hand from her chest, saw the empty blood hole, and before she could answer Yu Xiaoyao's question, she collapsed in despair.

The young man in yellow robes parted his lips slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He paid no attention to it and slowly walked towards the east.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Suddenly, a Japanese man roared and slashed at Liu Yue's head with a gleaming blade.

The maple-colored longsword was swiftly swung, deflecting the steel blade.

The other Japanese also came to their senses and raised their weapons. One of them cursed angrily, "You bastards! You broke your promises and plotted against us from behind!"

Nishino En laughed, "We learned it from you!" and swung his sword down in a swift motion.

Fang Jianwu didn't even bother to say hello before starting the fight.

Zhu Liuyue took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at the stone platform to the west, stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly rose up and leaped onto it.

The incident had already caused chaos in the stands, with many people from both sides jumping into the field to fight. However, some people remained in the stands to observe, waiting for their turn.

Liu Yue showed no mercy and began to slaughter the remaining Fusang warriors on the West Stone Platform.

Zhu Huihui lay on the stone platform, dumbfounded. The five big, dumb guys, seeing that a fight had broken out, were extremely excited and had already rushed down with their vajras, yelling and smashing things.

The fighting was most intense in the open space, with the vast majority of people from both sides locked in combat. She was dazzled by the sight and could see nothing but a red flame, a pool of blue seawater, and a blanket of white snow.

The swordsman remained unchanged; with each thrust of his sword, someone would fall to the ground. He seemed oblivious to his own instructions, still only wounding and rarely killing. Fortunately, there were many people in the area. Those Japanese wounded by the swordsman, lying on the ground, would soon be slashed or even trampled to death by others if they didn't escape quickly enough.

She then looked at Zhu Liuyue on the West Stone Platform.

If the open space below the stage was a brawl, then Brother Liu Yue on the stage was a massacre. He had no weapons, only his bare hands, moving among the Japanese like a lone wolf driven away by its companions and hunted by hunters, slaughtering sheep at will. His clear eyes were filled with extreme coldness and boundless hatred, and his actions were extremely cruel.

Zhu Huihui suddenly remembered the nuns of Luomei Nunnery, whose throats were crushed by these very hands, right?

She shuddered. Brother Liu Yue is so ruthless...

Mr. Chen came over, stroked her hair, and said affectionately, "Grey Grey, don't be afraid, Daddy and Mommy are here!"

While others went to fight, he and his wife, being compassionate healers, did not want to hurt anyone. Therefore, they stayed behind with their daughter Chen Muwan, who did not know martial arts, to take care of the wounded and kept an eye on their other daughter—the cowardly Zhu Huihui!

Zhu Huihui forced a smile: "Sir..."

Madam Wan glanced at Huihui, smiled gently, then turned her gaze back to the battlefield, her face showing reluctance. She murmured, "What is the point of such killing and slaughter, except for taking more lives?"

Chen Muwan said, "Mother, there are some things we are powerless to change!"

Madam Wan sighed, "How could I not know? Yet I still feel sorrow in my heart..."

At that moment, Zhu Huihui was busy thinking about a problem and didn't pay attention to their conversation.

What she was thinking was: Now, if she grabbed Miss Mu and bit her, would the master and mistress let her bite to save someone's life, or would they, like the chivalrous hero, favor Miss Mu and not let her bite?

Suddenly, a "humph" rang in her ears. Zhu Huihui didn't even need to look up to know who it was: "Mother, why are you back instead of killing people?"

Yu Xiaoyao said, "I don't like getting involved in these group fights, they're not fun at all!" She'd be more suited to using poison to wipe out the enemy! But there are a lot of our own people in there. Even if they're only temporary allies.

Zhu Huihui led her to a corner and lowered her voice, saying, "Mother, I'm thinking about something..."

Yu Xiaoyao gave her a half-smile and lowered her voice, "Go if you want to! I'll stop your parents for you!"

This mother and daughter always seemed to be in sync when they did bad things.

Zhu Huihui asked in a low voice, "Can you stop both of them by yourself?"

Yu Xiaoyao frowned: "We can't stop them!" Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to escape after stealing their child back then.

Zhu Huihui thought for a moment and felt it wasn't safe: "Then I'll wait for the next opportunity."

It's best to succeed on the first try with something like this, otherwise people will become wary and it will be harder to do it next time.

"By the way, Mother, how's your injury?" Zhu Huihui reached out and touched Yu Xiaoyao's forehead.

Yu Xiaoyao slapped her hand back: "I don't have a fever, why are you touching me like that!" She added, "Those injuries, who cares! Your old mother has been sick for over ten years, and I'm still alive!"

"Mother, how about... how about..." Zhu Huihui hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind, "How about you bite me a few times!" Her flesh could cure her mother's illness!