Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 241

Feeling slightly disappointed at dawn and dusk, I lifted my skirt and walked into the pavilion, where I closed my bamboo umbrella.

Maple Leaf stood with her hands behind her back, facing the vast lake. Her eyes were gently closed as she listened quietly to the soft patter of raindrops on the water, the crashing waves, the distant flapping of birds' wings as they skimmed across the surface, and the sounds of fish spitting out bubbles beneath the water…

The wind was a bit strong on the lake, and fine drizzle blew into the pavilion, like mist and smoke.

His black hair and snow-white robes fluttered in the wind, making him look like an immortal descended to earth, as if he were about to float away on the waves at any moment.

She gazed at his figure longingly from dawn till dusk, her heart filled with the yearning of a young girl.

Feng Xuese suddenly turned her head: "Miss Mu—"

Chen Muwan was suddenly startled, thinking he had seen through her thoughts. Her pale face instantly turned bright red: "I...you..."

Feng Xuese, still oblivious, slowly asked, "Miss Mu, has Shen Han's condition improved?"

"Oh? Oh!" Chen Muwan composed himself, feeling both relieved and disappointed. So he was asking about that Young Master Yan.

"Young Master Yan's limbs have been severely injured. If he takes good care of himself, he will be able to move freely in time. However, I dare not say whether his martial arts skills can be restored."

Although it was expected, Feng Xuese still sighed softly.

Chen Muwan asked, "Is there still no trace of Miss Zhu?"

Feng Xuese remained silent. After a long while, she shook her head slightly: "No."

"Miss Zhu—she'll be alright!"

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. Without making any visible movement, she moved to Chen Muwan's side and put her arm around her waist.

Chen Muwan was shocked to learn that this usually polite gentleman would behave so rudely, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Excuse me!"

Feng Xuese reached out and accurately grasped the bamboo umbrella she had placed by the pavilion.

Chen Muwan was stunned for a moment when she saw the lake outside the pavilion suddenly churn with waves, and huge waves crashed down on the pavilion. She was frightened and cried out in surprise again.

Feng Xuese's brow twitched, and with a flick of her wrist in the wind, the bamboo umbrella suddenly opened.

Amidst towering waves, a pale purple lotus boat unfolds.

It glided quietly, swaying precariously, through the gaps in the waves.

Just as Chen Muwan breathed a sigh of relief, seven black figures leaped out of the water. They were dressed in black leather water suits, with only their eyes, mouths, and noses exposed above their black hoods, like black sharks hiding in the water. They silently thrust their sharp knives and short daggers at the vital points of the two men.

Chen Muwan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise for the third time.

Another colossal wave crashed down, pressing down on Ningnuan Pavilion and suddenly the light dimmed. Then, a creaking sound could be heard coming from the joints of the pavilion's wooden frame.

Maple-colored figure soared into the sky, leaping out of the pavilion and landing on the lake embankment. He landed, then rose again, flying another ten feet or so before finally settling down. In his memory, this location on the long embankment was open and flat, ideal for both offense and defense.

At dawn and dusk, a faint smell of blood reached my nose. I looked up in horror and saw blood slowly dripping from the tip of the bamboo umbrella.

On the lake surface, dark red things rose up, the red growing more and more intense. Then, several black corpses floated up and were pushed far away from the shore by the waves.

She was the eldest daughter of the Sorrowful Valley. Because she was seriously injured in her infancy, she was cherished by her parents like a precious jewel. She had never seen anything like this before. Her legs went weak and she almost fell down, but with the support of Feng Xuese's arms, she finally managed to suppress her scream this time.

Maple Snow took a deep breath: "Since you're here, then come out!"

However, all the men in black who had suddenly appeared had vanished, and even the corpses in the lake, after sinking, never resurfaced.

If Ningnuan Pavilion hadn't collapsed so suddenly, Chen Muwan would have almost doubted that what she had just seen was just a nightmare.

Although no one appeared, Feng Xuese stood motionless in the drizzle. Even the arm resting on Chen Muwan's slender waist did not loosen its grip.

After the initial panic, Chen Muwan felt the strong arms around her waist, his long breaths and steady heartbeat, and her face flushed slightly. Although she had just escaped death, her heart was strangely calmed down.

She turned her head slightly and saw Feng Xue's solemn face, and her dazed heart was suddenly awakened—the situation did not seem to be as simple as she had imagined!

Xuan Yue Shui Yu is heavily guarded. Although Ning Nuan Pavilion is far from the main manor, it is still within the territory of Xuan Yue Shui Yu. Why is it that when their pavilion collapsed and people died, and the lake water turned upside down, no guards from Shui Yu came to help?

There's only one answer: something must have happened on Xuan Yue Water Island that made them forget about this place.

If you've thought of such a simple question, how could Young Master Feng not have thought of it?

The reason he didn't rush back to the village is that... there's still... a formidable enemy on the left?

My mind is in turmoil from dawn till dusk.

Finally, it got completely dark.

On the still lake surface, a lamp is slowly lit.

The lamp seemed to float on the lake's surface, shrouded in mist and the twilight itself.

The colors, which should have been warm, were instead replaced by a cold despair in this drizzly night.

The lamp moved slowly in this direction, as if carried by someone, strolling along a flower-lined path under the moonlight. But no matter how wide one's eyes were opened at dawn, dusk, or dusk, nothing could be seen except for that hazy light.

When she finally saw the person hidden behind the orange light, they were less than three zhang apart.

It was a person dressed in jet-black close-fitting clothes, with a tall and straight body like a javelin, and a ferocious black mask on his face, from which a pair of deep eyes were revealed.

Those eyes held a look as faint as moonlight, as deep as the night sky, as lonely as the night stars, and as weary as the night.

His hand holding the lantern was steady. Although he was standing next to the light, he seemed detached from it, standing there coldly and aloof, as mysterious as the night and as chilling as water.