Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 227
"What happened?" There must be a reason.
"Sikong, don't hold her so tightly."
"You hold on too. Let go." The voice was chillingly cold.
"I only grabbed one arm, let go."
"Impossible." He's the one who should let go; you should be the ones who let go: "Zi Mo, take your hand off me."
Zi Mo hugged the leg she had finally managed to snatch back, "No."
Qianqing glared at Su Gu: "Let go."
Su Gu glanced innocently at everyone: "I was helping Wu Hui carry her." He wouldn't let go. Su Gu knew he had no chance, but he couldn't allow himself to worry about Zi Yi. He wanted to watch over her; even just watching for someone else made him happy. He wouldn't let go!
"Let go, all of you!" Sikong, who had the largest area, spoke first.
The three men looked at him simultaneously and said in unison, "Release them together!"
The four stared at each other, none of them willing to back down. A stalemate ensued.
Just then, someone no one would expect stood outside the door, travel-worn. He looked inside and saw only one person—the fly was sick! The fly was sick? Had God gone blind?!
He kicked open the door, and the four people turned around in surprise, their eyes widening in astonishment—Wu Hui!
I rubbed my eyes—still no regrets!
I pinched myself—I have no regrets! The border guards have gone mad and released him!
He walked over and, as if it were his right, grabbed the only remaining strand of hair: "You're really sick!" He patted Yi's head, "Have you gotten addicted to pretending to be a woman?" He reached out and yanked a lock of his fly's hair. "I'm perfectly healthy, and you dare to try and drag me down with you!"
Sikong snapped out of her daze and quickly retorted, "Stop!" She didn't want Ziyi to become a monk; she didn't want him to fall out of his hair.
Wu Hui instantly looked at Sikong, her eyes burning with fury.
"Sikong, take your hand off me!" How dare they attack me while he was away? Do they really think I'm a fool?
Wu Hui's anger was running high; he was capable of killing Si Kong or Si Kong killing him.
"The person—is mine."
"Bullshit! I only stayed at your place for two days."
"Ouyang Wu Hui!"
"Sikong Qian!"
I just can't stand the sight of you. Come and fight me if you dare. But before he does, he wants to kiss her fly first. He hasn't seen a fly in six months; he's missed it terribly. He lowers his head and kisses her, a fleeting moment, yet it makes Sikong point at him, wanting to grind him to dust.
"I kissed you! How romantic is that! Get up!" After kissing Sleeping Beauty, he should open his eyes. He's coming back to take him to the battlefield. Anyway, he's been a man for so many years, what's one more lifetime as a lad?
"How dare you—!" Did he think he was dead?!
The two disliked each other. Their eyes met, and a turbulent undercurrent of tension...
Since they disagree, of course they have to fight.
Sikong made his move, his hand moving like a torrent.
The Unrepentant Sword Technique is exquisite and flawless.
Both of them were equally angry.
Both of them were equally anxious.
The two of them hadn't rested for a month.
Two people. Both are worried about one other person.
The two of them have been harboring the same longing these past few days.
Let's fight, it'll happen sooner or later. Let's fight, we don't have much strength left anyway.
With such limited energy, under these circumstances, Sikong and Wu Hui clashed, while outside, it was a scene of extreme contrasts – one of ice and fire.
On one side is Sikong's frozen expanse,
On one side is the unyielding flames reaching the sky.
...
The two showed no mercy, exhausting their feelings, their loyalty, and their own helpless panic...
The remaining three people looked at each other blankly, and simultaneously let go.
...
--Thump--! Who the hell dropped me?
...
"What do we do now?" Zi Mo asked.
"Doctor," Qianqing replied.
"Yes! Doctor!"
The three hurriedly ordered someone to summon a doctor. Although Sikong was hateful, it was undeniable that his family's doctor was the best.