Quand l'amour approche, c'est comme la neige

Chapitre 182

Before my body even touched the lake water, an arm wrapped around my waist, and before I could struggle, it had already lifted me off the water.

"Is this a place for you to run wild?" Her voice was lazy and utterly arrogant.

She stood in front of me, and from behind, I could only see her slender figure, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a purple men's robe, as if she had just woken up and jumped out of bed.

The guys who were pursuing me stared at her adoringly, and finally one of them said, "She's even prettier than that girl..."

Before she finished speaking, she leaped up. I only saw a blur of motion, and the person who had spoken had already been slapped countless times, blood streaming from the corner of their mouth. Does such lightness skill truly exist? Silent and undetectable, like a ghost. In that instant, I lost all confidence in my own lightness skill.

"Get out!" Her voice suddenly turned cold.

The men drew their knives and charged at her, shouting.

I saw flashes of silver light in the darkness, like shooting stars streaking across the sky. The people rushing forward all had small silver throwing knives stuck in their hands, and their weapons were scattered all over the ground.

My mouth dropped open, and I murmured, "Star Soul..."

She was startled and turned around.

What a face! I stared at her, mouth agape.

I have never seen a more beautiful woman than her. I cannot find a single word to describe her beauty. I cannot even tell you her age.

"Ah, behind you!" I screamed as someone swung a knife at her back.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed before my eyes, and the man wielding the knife flew off with his hand. He continued charging forward, seemingly unaware that his hand was gone. After taking two steps, he screamed in pain and fainted. (Download TXT^.^ Organized and provided). My pursuers fled in terror.

The attacker's sword was so fast I didn't even see how he drew it. What kind of person did I encounter?

She just stared at me blankly, her eyes showing the same look as her great-uncle's, a mixture of confusion and pain. Suddenly, she asked me in a low voice, "What's your name?"

The man in black frowned, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. I shivered and murmured, "Peace, my name is Peace."

"Eternal Night!" the man in black called out to her. I saw her sway slightly as she leaned against him, trembling.

The man in black seemed to be enraged and reached out to grab me.

"Hero Feng, how have you been?" The old man's voice rang out softly, and a moon-white figure emerged from the darkness.

The hero Feng's body suddenly tensed, but his hands tightly embraced the beautiful woman named Yongye. She looked behind me, and a layer of sadness rose in her eyes, which were brighter than the stars in the sky.

The old man walked up to me, took my hand, and said gently, "This is my daughter Ping An. She has caused trouble for Master Feng. I will take her home now."

Grandpa didn't even glance at the beautiful woman while he was speaking. He held my hand tightly, and after he finished speaking, he pulled me and turned to leave.

Before I could say anything, my heart was already filled with the sight of this couple whose martial arts skills were superb. A voice inside me screamed, "She must be Xinghun, she must be!"

Once out of their sight, the old man suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.

He looked into the distance, and I looked up at my great-uncle. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly pursed, and he almost crushed my hand in his fist.

"Grandpa?" I shook his hand, enduring the pain, before I could interject, "Let's go home. Ping An will never run around again."

After I finished speaking, my great-uncle didn't move. I shook his hand again, puzzled, and he seemed to come back to his senses, saying gently, "Everyone is very worried about you. Little Pumpkin knelt outside the flower field for three days, trying to come out of the valley to find you. Ping An, you've been here for half a year. If you don't want to go back, your great-uncle won't force you."

My tears welled up, and I hugged him, crying, "Ping An misses home. Second Uncle said that if Ping An doesn't leave soon, First Uncle will get sick again."

Grandpa sighed softly, stroked my hair, and murmured, "If Grandpa hadn't fallen ill, how could I have found you here?"

I didn't understand what he was saying, so I just hugged him tighter and said, "Ping An doesn't want to stay here. Ping An doesn't like Shengjing. Daddy, take Ping An home. You won't get sick again, will you?"

"Silly girl, if you don't go back soon, Little Pumpkin will get sick. Your second uncle misses you very much, and he regrets it terribly. He said that if you go back, he'll teach you how to make calming incense."

As my great-uncle spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the vast expanse of dark houses by the lake. I lowered my head, burying the words "Star Soul" deep within my heart.

I finally understand why they didn't want me to use the Silver Throwing Knife. And why mentioning Xinghun's name would make Grandpa play his flute all night on West Mountain Cliff, and even vomit blood.

She was wearing a wide purple robe, and I had also accidentally worn a purple men's robe that day.

Even if my features resemble hers somewhat, it's only a slight resemblance. I will never match her beauty. In this world, only she is worthy of my great-father.

At that moment, I felt sorry for Grandpa. Because Xinghun was nestled in the arms of that Wind Hero, and they were like twin flowers in a flower field, intertwined and growing together, while Grandpa was like a slender-necked orchid in the flower field, standing alone all alone.

However, I clearly saw the look in Xinghun's eyes, and I couldn't help but say to my great-uncle, "That pretty aunt looked at you so strangely."

"Oh?" My great-uncle took my hand and finally started walking.

I thought for a moment and said, "It's like the flute that my great-father played, very sad. She looks like she's about to cry."

Grandpa squeezed my hand tighter, and after a long while said, "It was Grandpa who lied to her and hurt her heart. With Master Feng here, she won't cry anymore."

I lowered my head, my heart ached, and tears streamed down my face.

Grandpa walked very slowly, getting further and further away from the lake. I followed him, holding his hand tightly, and I vowed that I would never leave the valley again and would stay with him for the rest of my life.

"Daddy, did Little Pumpkin really kneel for three days?"

"Um."

"Why didn't he come in to find you? I clearly gave him the sachet." After a long silence, I finally couldn't help but ask Little Pumpkin.

My great-uncle, familiar with the way, led me into a small alley, pushed open the door of a small courtyard, and smiled, saying, "It will be dawn soon. We'll leave as soon as the city gates open. Go back and ask him yourself. Go get some sleep, and I'll wake you up when it's light."

That's when I realized I'd entered a small courtyard. I glanced at my uncle with concern: "Remember to call me."

"Your great-grandfather won't abandon you. Go on, your great-grandfather wants some peace and quiet."

I went to my room to sleep. In my half-asleep state, I heard my great-uncle sigh, "...Xinghun, do you still blame me...?"