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Capítulo 44

As his consciousness gradually returned amidst the excruciating pain that felt like his whole body was cramping, Feng Xinglie gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. The chilling cold emanating from the icy stone wall reached his face, but he felt no cold at all.

Feng Xinglie blinked in confusion and looked down, only to find himself being held in the arms of a disheveled man with his chest completely exposed. To his right, close to him, was another man in tattered clothes, also resting with his eyes closed.

Even though she was quick-witted and clear-headed, she didn't entertain the thought of being gang-raped by these two men in her dazed state. She frowned and tried to raise her arms to sit up. She knew that these two men were probably trying to warm her up, but with their chests and backs exposed like this, weren't they afraid that no one would want them in the future? They shouldn't keep staring at her and demanding that she take responsibility!

"Ah...it hurts..." With the slightest movement, a burning pain shot through his entire body. Feng Xinglie let out a soft cry of pain, his eyebrows and eyes almost scrunched up.

"Xing Lie!" A surprised voice mixed with a few hoarse sounds came from both sides. Qing Li and Yao Tianlin were both top martial arts masters at the time, and even the slightest movement could not escape their ears. As soon as she moved, the two of them woke up as well.

"You're awake!" Qing Li's voice was full of surprise. Her handsome face was sunken, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was obviously exhausted. Feng Xinglie was shocked. He turned to look at Yao Tianlin, who was still holding her, but he looked just like Huo.

"How did you all get yourselves into this state?!" Ignoring the pain in her body, Feng Xinglie struggled and gritted her teeth, raising her fists and punching each of them hard. She felt extremely distressed. In fact, even if they didn't say anything, she knew where this state came from. What other answer could there be but taking care of her, the patient, day and night without rest?

"I've already fallen. If you all fall too, what will we do when the pursuers come?" She said, her eyes slightly moist, her words failing her.

Qingli and the other woman both found it amusing, knowing that Feng Xinglie's stubborn, two-faced nature had struck again. He was clearly very moved by their actions, but he was too proud to admit it.

"And what's with all this tattered clothing? Don't tell me it was torn by tree branches, I don't believe it!" Feng Xinglie continued, her eyes red, pointing at the two men's exposed chests and tattered clothes, staring intently without flinching. The two men couldn't help but feel their faces burning under her gaze, turning around as if electrocuted, hurriedly tidying up their inner garments and fastening them, leaving the torn strips of cloth unattended.

“You have a high fever and keep talking nonsense. Even with Brother Yao’s superb medical skills, he was powerless to save you. You keep saying you’re cold, so we can only…” Qingli, who was usually very carefree, blushed. Before he could finish speaking, if the women he had been flirting with saw this, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

Yao Tianlin was also somewhat embarrassed, his expression grave: "Your condition is very strange. It was clearly diagnosed as a cold, and although you lost a lot of blood, it wasn't fatal. You didn't have any other symptoms, and you recovered fairly well on the first day. But in the next two days, your body suddenly turned cold, and you stopped breathing completely. We almost thought you were dead, which is why we panicked and tried everything in desperation. Qingli and I stayed by your side for two days and two nights, constantly using our internal energy to protect your heart and keep your body warm. Thankfully, you woke up. We were so afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the somber look on their faces and their involuntary trembling clearly showed how anxious and fearful they were at that moment.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Yao Tianlin the greatest doctor of his time. He had already diagnosed her as beyond saving, which meant all hope was lost, but they still refused to give up and desperately tried all sorts of haphazard methods to pull her back into this world. The fact that she was able to recover and survive after her soul had left her body for so long was entirely due to their unwavering determination to save her.

Whether moved or saddened by their plight, Feng Xinglie slowly stretched out her arms, gently wrapped them around the back of their necks, and slowly tightened them.

The two were slightly taken aback, but immediately softened their bodies and leaned towards her with minimal force, following the wind.

Feng Xinglie gently rested their heads against his neck, hugged them for a while, sighed deeply, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry for making you worry. And thank you so much!"

A warm atmosphere surrounded the three of them, but each of them had their own worries.

Feng Xinglie couldn't accept their love; this was all he could do, his heart filled with regret and guilt. After this incident, Qingli would definitely have to resolve the chaos in Qingqiu, and he didn't know if their paths would cross again. Yao Tianlin was determined to follow Feng Xinglie, but every time he saw her calling out that one person's name in times of danger or while unconscious, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Was this unreserved closeness a last time?

After a long while, Feng Xinglie finally took a look at her situation. Upon seeing it, she couldn't help but scream in a shrill voice, "Oh my god!" This startled the two people next to her, who jumped off her and nervously surrounded her.

Feng Xinglie stared at the strips of cloth covering his body, the tattered pieces crooked and uneven, not a single part of him spared. At first glance, he looked like a mummy torn to pieces, extremely bizarre. Looking at the tattered strips of cloth on the two men, it became clear why their clothes were so tattered.

Feng Xinglie was both amused and exasperated, his voice hoarse: "This bandaging technique really has the artistic style of Fauvism."

These two probably rarely do this kind of work. Although Yao Tianlin is a doctor, he has an eccentric temper and always just waves his hand, throws down a bottle of pills, and runs away. He has no time to bandage people. As for Qingli, she's just a pampered young master, used to a life of luxury, so it's understandable that she's bandaged up like this.

Qingli and Yao Tianlin blushed to their ears. Although they didn't know what the so-called "Beast Style" was, judging from her tone, it probably wasn't anything good. In desperation, they just wanted to escape. They each grabbed a water bag at the fastest speed they had ever used and quickly pulled open the vine-covered hole: "Xinglie, don't run around. We'll go get some water and come right back."

Before he finished speaking, he was gone so far that even his shadow could not be seen.

Amused, Feng Xinglie approached the cave entrance, parted the vines, and looked around. His brows furrowed slightly as he realized that this place was still within Bai Zhongyan's sight. Bai Zhongyan probably never imagined that they would dare to return to his doorstep after going around in circles. The search operation should have extended into Qing Kingdom territory, but instead, the three of them had leisurely slept here for more than three days.

Feng Xinglie secretly praised Qingli for her quick wit. He found a place to sit down and meditate. Most of her injuries were superficial, and thanks to Yao Tianlin's miraculous medicine, they were mostly healed. Although their bandaging was rather unsightly, the treatment was very effective.

Before the internal energy meridians were damaged much, the heat flow slowly traveled from the fingertips to the soles of the feet. After several cycles, the whole body felt indescribably comfortable, and even the wounds all over the body did not seem so painful.

Suddenly, a strange sound mixed in with the dripping water, a rustling sound that made Feng Xinglie's eyebrows twitch.

She withdrew her power and darted to the cave entrance. The dim light and the vines obscuring the view made it impossible to see what was happening outside, but a clear voice could be heard: "There's a cave here!"

Feng Xinglie's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly. Damn it, could he really be that unlucky? Why did it have to happen when Qingli and Yao Tianlin were out? He also felt a little strange. Was Bai Zhongyan really that smart? They had clearly already broken through the encirclement, and Qingli and Yao Tianlin had probably created the illusion of escaping. Why would anyone still be searching the mountain here?

Her thoughts raced faster than her body moved. Feng Xinglie drew her sharp dagger and stood guard at the cave entrance, hoping these people wouldn't use smoke or other methods; otherwise, she would have no choice but to rush out and fight to the death. As for those inside, she would still have a chance if she could kill them with a single blow; if she couldn't kill them all, she would at least take a few down with her!

The light suddenly brightened, so bright that Feng Xinglie could barely open his eyes. He could only see a tall, dark figure. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and slashed out with a sharp, diagonal dagger!

A powerful force grabbed her wrist. Feng Xinglie was shocked. He hadn't expected to encounter a master whose martial arts seemed to be no less than hers. Just as he was about to unleash his power, a glimpse of fiery red that her eyes, now adjusted to the sunlight, saw made her freeze in place, and the force vanished instantly.

Her hand, which he had grabbed, clattered to the ground with the dagger he had intended to use to reverse the grip. She tilted her head in disbelief, trying to see who it was. But before she could, she was pulled away by a powerful force, and a familiar, warm embrace tightly covered and held her body, almost suffocating her.

My mind went blank, my heart pounded uncontrollably, and before my mind could process what was happening, my body reacted instinctively, using all the strength I had to push back.

Holding her trembling body, he spoke of his unspeakable feelings. His low, familiar voice, now tinged with weariness and vicissitude, whispered in her ear with trembling tears, "I've caught you! I've finally found you!"

Chaos in Qingqiu, Chapter Seventy-Nine: Raising an Army to Demand Justice

She felt a warm current envelop her entire body, and the touch of her fingers felt like a firm yet smooth and soft brocade. What was wrong with her? Feng Xinglie turned over in a daze, but was immediately pulled back by a force. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and saw a dangerous face approaching, staring at her with a domineering and gloomy gaze she had never seen before.

"Awake?" The pleasant voice, though soft, was as loud as thunder. The man in the fiery red robe raised his eyebrows wickedly. Feng Xinglie was absolutely certain that her ears were working perfectly; she heard the sound of teeth grinding!

His usually sharp mind froze for a second because of the terrifying pressure emanating from that dazzlingly handsome face. Feng Xinglie reached out and rested his chin on his hand, lowered his brows and thought for a moment before finally realizing what had happened with utter horror.

She was so overwhelmed by the hug that she fainted!

Feng Xinglie was so frustrated that she wanted to climb to the top of the mountain and jump off the cliff again. She swore to God that she had never experienced anything so humiliating in her life!

She, Feng Xinglie, a mighty war goddess, had never fainted amidst the carnage of thousands of soldiers. Even during numerous escapes, she had persevered until her face was shattered before finally passing out. Yet today, she was so overjoyed to reunite with this man that she was so embraced by him that she fainted! Heavens! How can I face anyone now!

Seeing her face full of resentment and gloom, Ling Yuxiang, who had been staring at her, knew what she was thinking. He was so angry that he raised his hand and swung it down hard!

"Smack!" A crisp sound echoed in the cave. Startled once again, Feng Xinglie looked up and touched her slapped buttocks. Only when a slight pain reached her nerves did she realize—she had been spanked? And in the most humiliating way, a punitive spanking...

Feng Xinglie was speechless. In both her lives, she had never been so unlucky. First, he knocked her unconscious, then he knocked her to the ground and hit her. No one had ever been able to touch even a corner of her noble buttocks.

Feng Xinglie didn't know what was wrong with Ling Yuxiang today. He, who had always been obedient to her, actually hit her, although the force was completely dissipated at the end, so it was all bark and no bite.

She had no idea what had gotten into her. If it were normal, she would have exploded and jumped up to fight him. But looking at his sinister appearance and imposing manner, Qi Shou inexplicably lost her confidence. She could only force a dry laugh, symbolically rubbing the spot where she had been hit, and greeted him softly, "Um, long time no see."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Feng Xinglie realized with grief and indignation that her tone sounded like a wife who had done something wrong. It was completely unlike her! But when she tried to straighten her head and turn around to look at the man holding her in his arms, who was radiating coldness, she immediately softened instinctively...

Good heavens, Ling Yuxiang might be angry! No, she was certain he was angry, and it seemed he was furious!

Normally, Ling Yuxiang never lost his temper with her and always did what she wanted. But when a good-tempered person gets angry, he can be terrifying. Feng Xinglie knew this too. Right now, he was clearly out of his mind with anger. Every cell in her body was warning her not to provoke him, or the consequences would be even more miserable than if she had provoked her own extreme temper.

Alright, if the hard approach doesn't work, then the soft one will. Feng Xinglie, in a self-deceptive act of weakness, found an excuse and renamed it "playing it by ear," burying half his head in his chest and cautiously sizing him up with sidelong glances.

When Ling Yuxiang saw her beautiful eyes looking at him pitifully with a wronged expression, although he knew that most of it was probably just an act, his anger subsided a little, but his imposing manner was still terrifying.

"Long time no see? You've made yourself look like a ghost, and that's all you say to me?"

Seeing the rage blazing in his bright, jewel-like eyes and the murderous look on his face, Feng Xinglie swallowed hard, grabbed Ling Yuxiang's hand in a conciliatory manner, and forced a smile, saying, "You're not missing an arm or a leg, look at you, you're perfectly fine here."

As she spoke, her voice grew weaker and weaker. Looking back at herself, she was astonished to find that the tattered strips of cloth were completely gone. She had transformed from a mummy to a real mummy, a mummy torn to pieces...

Sometimes Feng Xinglie hated her own overly clever mind, which liked to subconsciously analyze everything. But at this moment, she preferred not to make any connections, even if it meant deceiving herself for a while. However, before she could stop herself, her overly fast-thinking mind had already dissected and presented all the information.

Frustrated, Feng Xinglie unfortunately realized that this mummy outfit was probably made by a man who was angry and wanted to confront her. In other words, he had already seen all the not-so-small lacerations on her body, and he could probably imagine her 'reckless' and brutal battle. He was here to confront her.

"You're perfectly fine here?" Ling Yuxiang's voice turned sarcastic with anger: "With those strange and terrifying wounds all over your body, you dare to tell me you're 'perfectly fine' here? Do you know how deep the wounds are? How severe the tearing is? Can ordinary swords and knives cause such terrible effects? What exactly are those made of?"

"Dragon Beard Needle Chain..." Feng Xinglie continued in a low voice, maintaining a rare, demure expression.

Ling Yuxiang took a deep breath. Feng Xinglie listened to the increasingly heavy breathing above him and could almost imagine the distorted expression on his handsome face. Then he heard Ling Yuxiang roar angrily, "You knew it was a dragon's beard needle and you still dared to grab it with your hands and block it with your body? Are you out of your mind? Don't you feel pain?"

Ling Yuxiang's words were clearly grammatically incorrect and strange, but Feng Xinglie, who only noticed his aura and anger, felt that something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hehe, Yu Xiang, let me explain. The situation was dire. If I hadn't dealt with those people as quickly as possible, you might never have seen me again. Would you rather see me as I am now, or would you rather be able to see my soul just by looking up?" What else could Feng Xinglie do but continue to play dumb and smile?

Sigh, I knew Ling Yuxiang would definitely feel sorry for her, but I didn't expect her injury to be so serious this time. His heartache turned into extreme anger. Knowing he was in the wrong, Feng Xinglie obediently confessed.

"Anything else?" Ling Yuxiang asked, his handsome face expressionless, his dangerous gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.

Feng Xinglie paused for a moment, then realized he was asking if there had been any other dangers. He sighed and said dejectedly, "I was poisoned, set a fire that almost burned me to death, and jumped off a cliff once... Stop glaring at me, I know you want to hear more, but that's all."

It wasn't that she wanted Ling Yuxiang to worry, but she felt there was no need to hide it. After all, the matter was in the past, and no matter how much she lied, it had still happened. She would never deceive Ling Yuxiang for fear of making him worry, especially since Ling Yuxiang was a shrewd person and might not be unaware that she was just making things up.

It's important to understand that misunderstandings between two people often arise from seemingly harmless deceptions. Feng Xinglie would never allow such a thing to happen between them, so even if it's a small matter, even if it might anger him, she would never choose to hide it from him. If it involves any secrets, she would only tell him, "I can't tell you," and at that point, she believed Ling Yuxiang would definitely not ask any further questions.

Feng Xinglie recounted everything in a casual manner, finally finished speaking, let out a breath, shrugged his shoulders, and looked up to meet his gaze, as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

The cave was so quiet you could hear a single drop of water fall. Ling Yuxiang's eyes, which seemed ready to spit fire at any moment, were fixed on Feng Xinglie as he forced out through gritted teeth, "Only... this...?"

Feng Xinglie nodded lazily. She had already said what she wanted to say, so she was going all out!

"Do you think it's not enough?" The roar, which seemed to shake the entire cave to the point of collapse, almost made Feng Xinglie deaf. He was about to explode in anger when he saw Ling Yuxiang and hurriedly reached out his hand, which was covered with white bandages, to touch Ling Yuxiang's bare, muscular chest.

"Calm down, calm down, impulsiveness is the devil!" Feng Xinglie smiled and openly took advantage of him, making small movements from time to time. The only part of his hand that was spared from being bandaged, his fingertips, gently circled around him, fanning the flames without any restraint.

The best way to deal with an angry man is to turn his anger into lust. She was sure Ling Yuxiang wouldn't take the bait.

Ling Yuxiang's anger subtly shifted. After glaring at her for a while, he suddenly grabbed her lashing hand, his tone now tinged with dejection and defeat: "Did you even take my words to heart?"

The anger in his eyes turned into heartache and self-blame. He frowned deeply, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes looked so sad that they seemed to be about to drip water. Feng Xinglie only glanced at those eyes and felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been pierced by a needle.

In truth, she was injured, but was the man in front of her any less injured than her? It's just that she was injured physically, while he was injured emotionally.

Ling Yuxiang bit his sharply defined lower lip until it turned white, as if it might burst and drip bright red blood at any moment.

"Do you... even care about me?"

Chaos in Qingqiu, Chapter 80: Soul-Stealing and Spirit-Seizing

His heartbroken expression was so captivating that one couldn't help but want to smooth the wrinkles between his brows. Even the hardest-hearted woman would find it impossible to ignore a man who was so distressed for her, let alone Feng Xinglie, whose heart was certainly not hard.

In truth, Ling Yuxiang didn't really doubt her intentions or distrust her feelings. He simply couldn't help but care, blame himself, and grieve for her injuries, all while facing her covered in wounds. Ultimately, his words were a self-reproach, blaming himself for failing to protect her and causing her harm.

His head hung low, looking terribly heavy. The light in the dark cave was so dim that it was hard to see his expression clearly. His deep sorrow could no longer be concealed by anger; it was like a needle piercing his heart, causing unbearable pain.

"If I didn't care about you, why would I be so attached to you, thinking of you all the time?" Feng Xinglie sighed with emotion, leaning his weight onto his strong arms. He nestled into his warm embrace, his beautiful eyes filled with tenderness, and the words of longing flowed out without any pretense.

"Because that way you can take risks without worry!" Ling Yuxiang was stunned for a moment, then immediately tightened his grip on her hand that was supporting her weight. He spoke awkwardly, still furious, but in his heart he found her words quite agreeable.

"So reassured that he'd still apologize to you nervously and carefully make amends?" Feng Xinglie found his expression hilarious, like a child who was never satisfied and kept asking her for candy. Her heart was filled with warmth and sweetness; the more he acted this way, the more it meant he cared about her.

"Hmph! Just because you apologized doesn't mean you can stop taking me seriously." Ling Yuxiang stared at her fiercely with an expression that said, "I'm not easy to deal with." However, his accusatory tone had dissipated, and a resentful yet shameless attitude quickly emerged. How could he easily let go of the chance to make her feel guilty?

He wants candy! He won't begrudge even the smallest bit of sweetness! He wants a huge chunk of candy, the bigger the better, enough to kill him!

Feng Xinglie, of course, saw through his little scheme. He smiled, tugged at his clothes, and suddenly hooked his head, forcing Ling Yuxiang to look him in the eye. Want some candy? But whether that candy will choke you to death is another matter.

The two locked eyes, their noses brushing together briefly. Feng Xinglie stretched out his long, thin arms and wrapped them around his strong shoulders, encircling his neck, which seemed capable of supporting the sky. He smiled, his eyes narrowed, and exhaled a soft, warm breath: "So, what do you want me to do?"

Her charming and beautiful eyes sparkled with endless allure, and this languid and seductive appearance was clearly another side of her—Feng Meiniang.

Feng Xinglie was confident that her methods of dealing with men were second to none in the world. She just usually preferred a domineering and straightforward approach. But how could she not put in some effort to make him completely fall for her and firmly grasp his heart when facing this man who had already entered her heart?

In ancient times, women were mostly submissive and often presented a shy and demure demeanor when it came to love, waiting for a man to love and cherish them. But was this possible if the object of their affections was an exceptionally outstanding man? If they didn't try to win him over, even if the man cared about them, he would likely distance himself because of their subtle and almost imperceptible expressions of affection, leading to countless lonely and resentful women in their secluded chambers...

It wasn't that she suspected Ling Yuxiang would fall for someone else; it was just that Feng Xinglie never liked being passive or leaving any potential problems. Since she had given her heart, instead of waiting for Ling Yuxiang to slowly fall deeper, she might as well add fuel to the fire herself, bewitching him with her charm and using seductive tactics to make him madly infatuated with her.