When Goruro crashed down, the hot spring water splashed up, causing Leng Wushuang's heart to tremble immediately.
His eyes were still closed, his brows were furrowed, and his face was slightly turned toward the spot where the water was splashing. He twitched his ears.
This is really a very bad situation.
He still had one last wisp of true energy left to circulate, and that energy was converging in his chest. If he were disturbed at this moment, it would be extremely dangerous.
At the very least, they will suffer the consequences of going astray in their cultivation.
His eyelashes fluttered again and again, curved and curled, long and drooping down, but in the end they did not open.
Everyone has an instinctive reaction in a crisis, and the subconscious desire to escape is no exception. Even though he knew danger was imminent, he still closed his eyes and diligently circulated his internal energy.
He forced a deep breath, suppressing the nausea in his chest, and pushed it down with all his might. Almost there, almost there! Only one last bit of true energy remained.
Because he was forcefully drawing out his inner energy, he sweated even more, and the sweat dripped from his chin into the water, rippling outwards in circles.
"Damn it, the pool is so shallow?" Isoro stood up angrily, splashing water droplets that dripped onto the girl's fair body, shimmering hazily in the mist. "I knew I shouldn't have jumped so high, it hurt my neck!"
She rubbed her neck, tears streaming down her face from the pain. Her leap was originally very graceful, but the water was so shallow that she couldn't fully utilize her powerful swimming skills.
Moreover, the pain of having your neck snapped as soon as it hit the bottom of the water felt like it was broken.
She rubbed herself as she swam, constantly trying to avoid the water she had soiled, and soon she had swum through most of the hot spring.
The warm, slightly hot pool water soaked her body, and the comfort that seeped from every pore made Ishiro squint her eyes in comfort. Then, she stretched her arms and yawned, her eyes looking around boredly. Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a certain spot, her body trembled, and for a moment she had the urge to jump into the water and hit her neck again.
In the hazy mist, on the other side of the spring, sat a similarly naked young man, most of his chest exposed above the water.
They appeared completely at ease, as if they were looking directly at themselves in a perfectly legitimate and upright manner.
"Who goes there! How dare you peep on me while I'm bathing!"
Isoro roared, approaching the pebbles on the shore in anger. This guy was far too unrestrained, just sitting there motionless, arrogant to the extreme.
Even after I roared at him, he didn't even flinch.
His attitude deeply angered the abruptly interrupted Isoro.
Isoro's hand groped on the pebbles, and as soon as his fingertips touched his clothes, he immediately hooked them. Without looking in the direction or considering why his clothes were suddenly so close to the water, he hurriedly covered himself with the clothes, his breasts half exposed, and swam towards the lecher not far away.
Leng Wushuang's heart pounded wildly the moment Wushilang uttered his first curse. It was so intense, filled with a profound sense of despair.
"Heaven is against me!" Young Master Leng almost burst into tears. The person who came was none other than Wu Shilang, whom he had put to sleep. Now, he could no longer calmly suppress his inner energy.
His attention was suddenly diverted, his tightly closed eyelashes fluttered and trembled, and the true energy gathered in his chest throbbed with varying intensity.
"I'm going to gouge out your eyes and make soup from them," said Goro menacingly, crawling on all fours with a huge pebble in his hand.
Upon hearing Goro's roar, Leng Wushuang's eyelashes suddenly trembled violently. Then, slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes, which were as dark and bright as if they had been soaked in hot spring water, with a thin layer of moisture. Her gaze carried a deep sense of helpless resignation.
This glance completely stunned Ishiro.
"Wushuang, it's you?!" When she crawled over, she used too much strength, and her chest was already exposed. Her beautiful breasts were half-hidden under her black robe.
"Wushuang, what are you doing here?" She approached very slowly, her breasts half-submerged in the spring water, hazy with a white halo, as beautiful as white jade.
Leng Wushuang was filled with frustration. His eyes, which had been open, were fixed on her chest and could not be looked away.
My heart was pounding like a deer.
The suppressed inner energy broke free from its restraints and began to roam wildly due to his sudden mental turmoil.
The intense pain finally became unbearable for Leng Wushuang. Her vision went black, her chest tightened, and she spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, splattering it all over Wushilang's head and face.
"A menace!"
This was the last thing Young Master Leng said before he lost his mind.
With a helpless gritted teeth and a deep sense of resignation, he collapsed towards Goruro.
"Ah..." Wu Shilang screamed, tears streaming down his face, and grabbed Leng Wushuang who was leaning towards him, wailing loudly.
"Wushuang, Wushuang, don't scare me!"
She wailed and shook Leng Wushuang, who was leaning against her chest. He was naked, and although they were in the hot spring, his body was terribly cold.
"Wushuang, open your eyes and answer me!"
Leng Wushuang's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as white as jade, his lips were scarlet, and his handsome face was full of pain.
"Wushuang..." Igoro tightened his grip on his arm, pressing his head tightly against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "If you die, who will I marry into the family..."
Leng Wushuang, who was originally in a coma, was enraged upon hearing this heart-wrenching cry. She felt a tightness in her chest and miraculously managed to open her eyes.
"Shut up, you're so noisy." He coughed lightly and suddenly realized that his face was pressed against Isoro's chest, and those two small, beautiful peaks were completely visible from his angle.
Suddenly, he felt an urge to bleed.
Two long drops of blood trickled down his nostrils, dripping onto Isoro's fair chest.
"Ah!" Igoro screamed even louder, changing from hugging to resisting, throwing Leng Wushuang onto his shoulder, and running through the hot spring while crying.
"Wushuang, you're bleeding internally! That's a serious injury."
She cried her heart out, running incredibly fast. Leng Wushuang, who was being carried on her shoulder, was jostled so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.
Wu Shilang carried Leng Wushuang ashore. All around was a vast expanse of white. She was already extremely panicked, and now she couldn't even tell where she was going. A strong sense of helplessness suddenly surged up.
In doing so, the tears stopped.
"Put me down." Leng Wushuang slowly woke up and found herself naked, being carried on Wu Shilang's shoulder. She was both ashamed and angry. "Hurry up!"
Upon hearing Leng Wushuang's voice, Wushilang was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wushuang, you're awake?!"
"Put me down," Leng Wushuang's voice was so cold it could freeze someone to death, filled with raging anger, and she coughed violently, her chest aching.
"Okay, okay, I'll let it go."
Hearing his furious voice, Wu Shilang panicked and suddenly remembered that the person on his shoulder was naked. His face turned red, and in a panic, he threw Leng Wushuang off.
Leng Wushuang's body was limp and powerless. With a flick of her wrist, she flew out and her head slammed heavily onto the cobblestones. Her eyes widened, she took a cold breath, grabbed Wu Shilang's hand, and with difficulty, she moved her lips and pleaded in an extremely sorrowful tone for the first time: "At least, help me put on some pants!"
That's all he could say.
That fall caused him to fall into a coma again.
Wu Shilang burst into tears. He searched everywhere for his clothes but could not find any. He could only loosen his inner robe and wrap it around Leng Wushuang's lower body before continuing to carry him and run wildly.
Fortunately, it was already late at night, and there wasn't a soul in sight along the way.
Wu Shilang carried Leng Wushuang for a full half hour before returning to the inn. Seeing Leng Wushuang still unconscious, he was at a loss again.
He seemed to be in a deep sleep, the pain on his face gone.
His face was pale, his lips were colorless, and his long eyelashes were limply covering his face. In the candlelight, the shadows cast by his eyelashes appeared even darker and longer, making him look even more frail.
Wu Shilang sat nervously at the head of the bed, holding Leng Wushuang's hand that was hanging down by the bedside with one hand.
His hands were ice-cold. With tears streaming down his face, Goruro rubbed them together and tried to warm them with his own hands, afraid that if he didn't try, Leng Wushuang on the bed wouldn't make it through.
She had never seen an injured martial arts practitioner, nor had she ever witnessed someone die.
The mind is filled with anxiety and torment because of the unknown outcome.
She had thought she would have insomnia because of this anxiety, but unfortunately, she soon fell asleep and slept even more soundly than Leng Wushuang in the bed.
And the snoring, accompanied by saliva, quickly soaked Leng Wushuang's hands on the bed.
In her sleep, Leng Wushuang's eyebrows twitched.
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Under the same maple tree with its falling leaves, Young Master Luo, dressed in a light yellow robe, stood with his brows furrowed as he listened to the tearful report from the black-clad guards below about Fifty's recent situation.
"She treated her subordinates' hands like pig's head meat." The head guard was still resentful. Such a fierce woman, it was best if the young master would immediately change his interest after hearing her lewd and obscene words.
A maple leaf slowly falls.
Luo Jinfeng stood silently with his hands behind his back, remaining silent for a long time.
The black-clad guards kneeling on the ground all wore joyful smiles. It seemed that even the young master couldn't stand such a woman.
A moment later, Young Master Luo made a magnificent turn.
Their eyes lit up, they laughed heartily, and exclaimed in unison, "Excellent, excellent..."
The black-clad guards all looked bewildered, exchanging glances. What was wrong with them?
Young Master Luo was clearly in a good mood. He glanced at the group on the ground, smiled, and said in a gentle tone, "Wu Shilang is indeed the most adorable!"
Silence... It seems he's completely bewitched!
Everyone fell completely silent.
Young Master's aesthetic sense is truly unique. Such fierce behavior actually becomes cute in his eyes?!
Young Master Luo's eyes sparkled like two bright, clear black crystals. His lips curved into a smile, and his mood brightened by the report. "Fifty-Lang, I will come to see you after I finish dealing with things at the manor... We will be able to meet soon."
Then, with great poise, he waved his hand and said with a smile to the servant behind the tree, "Very good, double your monthly salary. I am very satisfied with the maple leaves scattered this time."
With his clothes fluttering, stirring up a carpet of maple leaves, Young Master Luo gathered his strength, tapped a bare maple branch, and leaped dozens of meters away in an instant.
The two men carrying baskets behind the tree were covered in sweat.
"Xiaoman, you counted the beats well today. See, the young master likes your rhythm."
"Ah Jiu, you scattered them the best. Look how pleased the young master is with the maple leaves you scattered."
Then, the two hugged each other, clenching their fists and shedding tears.
Another day has finally passed.
Even emptying the chamber pot isn't as painful as scattering maple leaves!
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Just after midnight, Leng Wushuang woke up.
His limbs felt like they were being torn apart, and with a tearing pain, he turned his head slightly and looked with great difficulty at the snoring Goro by the bedside, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Her face and hands were resting directly on his hands, pressing down heavily, causing half of his body to become numb and his blood circulation to be impaired.
He gently pulled his hand away, which brought a sharp pain to his chest.
"You're awake?" Isoro looked up blankly, his mouth glistening with saliva.
"Um!"