Isoro's sudden action ruined all his plans.
The young man in black couldn't help but feel angry. This woman, ever since she appeared, had been more trouble than she was worth.
This sense of powerlessness suddenly gave him the feeling that his life was over and his nemesis had appeared.
"Help!" Igoro ran with great energy, but after only two steps she crouched down. The beast, which was chasing her with all its might, leaped over her head and flew a long way. It continued to charge for dozens of steps before finally stopping its paws. Its eyes were even redder, clearly indicating that it had been completely enraged by Igoro.
"Will you save me or not... Big brother!" Wu Shilang was so frightened that his hands and legs were weak and he trembled for a long time without being able to stand up. When he saw the black-clad boy who remained motionless in front of the bamboo forest, he suddenly became angry.
In a moment of impulsiveness, he ripped off his shoe and slammed it down on the unmoving, calm-looking boy in black.
The shoe certainly didn't hit the boy in black, but it successfully aroused his anger to its peak.
Faced with the powerful aura of the man and the beast, Isoro froze like an ice pop...
The wild beast was panting, its claws pawing the ground, poised to pounce at any moment...
The young man in black slowly sheathed his drawn sword, then looked up at the moon, seemingly indifferent to the situation...
A few tears immediately streamed down Isoro's face.
It looks like this guy is planning to just let me die.
Time passed second by second, but the tripartite balance of power remained unchanged. Goruro squatted there, burying his head in his hands in deep thought.
Her beautiful hair was ruffled into a bird's nest.
The beast began to grow impatient, arching its body and staring at Igarashi with gleaming eyes—a sign that it was about to attack.
"Help... Great hero..." Ishiro was so frightened by the sudden attack of the wild beast that he was incoherent.
The black-clad youth narrowed his eyes, his face remaining calm and icy, but he slowly drew back the sword in his hand, as if to launch a rescue.
"I promise..." Ishiro roared hoarsely, seeing the black-clad youth ten steps away draw his sword, he danced with excitement, "You saved me, so I'll repay you with my body and allow you to marry into my family!"
With a clang, the drawn sword closed again. The black-clad youth's lips twitched, and he began to tilt his head back, calmly continuing to admire the moon, the flowers, and the autumn fragrance.
Isoro's tears streamed down his face... He'd accidentally blurted out his true desire, a huge embarrassment! Embarrassment was a minor matter; the real danger was that his life was in danger!
The beast scratched its paws one last time, then leaped into the air with a low growl.
Igoro stood up, clutching his head, and ran wildly in the opposite direction. After a couple of steps, he slowed down, and the beast that had leaped into the air slightly retracted its claws, landing triumphantly, waiting to pounce on Igoro...
Unfortunately, Isoro's brain structure was extraordinary, completely beyond the beast's expectations...
She didn't stop, but instead spun around and ran in the opposite direction, crying and wailing as she ran, "I said... how about... I become a live-in son-in-law..."
crack……
The boy in black, his face flushed, finally drew his sword, but this time the tip was pointed at Igarashi.
The sword was gripped tremblingly, clearly not out of fear...
When anger reaches its extreme, one becomes speechless...
Ignoring the sword, Goro lunged forward with a bear hug, intending to possess the octopus again. Unfortunately for him, the boy in black remembered the previous incident vividly, and with a swift movement, turned his back.
In that instant, the beast not far away had already adjusted its position and leaped over again.
"Can I borrow your sword?"
It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Isoro finally gave up on the black-clad boy's help, reached out to his back, and with a little force, pulled out the most delicate little blue sword from the three swords on his back. Without thinking, he stabbed it into the eyes of the monster that was lunging at him...
Originally, the boy in black had already turned his back to Isoro and drawn the cyan sword he was holding. He turned his back only because Isoro had been too reckless and he wanted to scare him.
It turned out that I was the one who got scared!
She actually pulled out the female green sword that was the pair with the one in her hand.
So effortlessly, so casually, as if it were placed on his back just for her, and with a simple pull, it easily slipped from its sheath.
The black-clad youth stood frozen like a stone statue behind Igarashi, watching with a complex expression as Igarashi pierced the beast's eye with his sword.
The sword struck without hesitation, swift as the wind and lightning, without a moment's hesitation. The enormous creature didn't even struggle; it twitched a few times on the spot before collapsing dead with a thud.
It turns out its Achilles' heel is in its eye.
Isoro, who had resigned himself to certain death, was suddenly struck by a sword and miraculously survived. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy, he wept with happiness.
With the hidden danger eliminated, the courage that had just risen vanished immediately. Isoro turned around and pounced on the dumbfounded boy in black, giving him a bear hug as usual!
This time, they actually caught the right one.
He stood there dumbfounded, an expression of disbelief on his face, as Igarashi rushed over and gave him a bear hug.
The breeze still carried the scent of blood, but the thoughts of the two embracing were completely detached from the mundane world—one was shocked, the other felt sweetness…
The moon remains, its sinister smile flickering among the bamboo leaves in the bamboo grove, its light sharp and chilly…
The two embraced for a full hour.
The young man in black kept pondering the countless possibilities of encountering a calamity in human life...
He had always been proud and aloof. When he received the two swords, he thought that he would never give the female sword to anyone unless the woman was as beautiful as the Goddess of the Luo River.
I'd rather be single than settle for a wife who doesn't match me at all.
He firmly believed in the legend of the ancient swords. When he was very young, he learned about the origin of these two swords from ancient books. From that time on, he secretly made up his mind to find these two swords and then travel the world with his beloved.
Of course, that person must be as beautiful as an angel, as graceful as a peony, and every smile and frown must make people feel love from the bottom of their hearts.
But today, under these circumstances, this female green sword was pulled out by the woman in front of him in such a casual way.
The shock of this event completely overturned all his experiences over the past twenty years.
While the boy in black was struggling with his thoughts, Isoro was completely absorbed in the sweetness of embracing the handsome man, finding it more and more wonderful the more he thought about it…
The handsome man was slender and tall, and it felt pleasant to hold him. He also had a faint scent of chrysanthemums on his body. Thinking about the complex and unpredictable expression in the handsome man's eyes when he fought the beast at the last moment and won the battle, Isoro felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
He must have discovered his own happiness at that moment!
Then, I quietly fell in love with myself.
It must be like this... Then, I can be with him, loving each other, happy and sweet, walking hand in hand through life.
What unfolds before Ishiro is a magnificent and awe-inspiring panorama of the martial arts world.
The two people, filled with intense emotions, embraced each other from the third watch of the night until the fourth watch.
Madam Zhidao led her brothers out of the narrow secret passage.
"Wushuang..." The First Madam was overjoyed to see the two embracing, but when she glanced at the enormous creature on the ground, she looked pale with shock. "When did you get back?"
I was so careless. It seems my son has already returned. If it weren't for Miss Su's protection, he would have certainly met a terrible end.
Thinking of this, the First Madam glanced gratefully at Fifty-Lang, whose face was flushed.
The burly men behind them, filled with the joy of surviving a calamity, all smiled and looked at Miss Su, who was embracing their young master, with obvious delight.
Leng Wushuang was awakened by the first call from the First Madam.
Seeing the eager looks everyone was giving him and Igoro, he suddenly felt agitated. Looking at Igoro, who was hugging him tightly, his face flushed and full of desire, he couldn't help but fly into a rage. His handsome face twisted in anger, and then he raised his hand and, with a whoosh, effortlessly and elegantly threw Igoro away again.
Then, he bent down to pick up his male green sword and inserted it into the scabbard on his back. When his eyes caught sight of the female green sword stuck in the beast's eye, he was flustered. He casually pulled the scabbard off his back and threw it on the ground. Without even looking back, he turned and walked away.
Isoro was hanging upside down on a banyan tree not far from the group, and he almost pulled off his other shoe and threw it over.
Anyone would feel bad if they were treated like trash and thrown away three times in one night.
"Miss Su... Miss Su!" The First Madam chuckled awkwardly, directing the maid to rescue Wushilang while explaining apologetically, "Don't be angry with Wushuang, he's actually just shy."
That's considered shy? Isn't that like a collision of planets?! As soon as I landed, I felt dizzy for a while. "Madam, he's shy."
“Yes, yes, that’s right,” the First Madam said, turning her head to look at the guards behind her.
The guards behind immediately expressed their support.
"That's right, that's right. Our peerless young master has never hugged a girl since he was a child." Guard A recalled very seriously.
"That's right, he'll glare at most people if they're five steps away from him!" Guard B recalled with a constipated look on his face, probably thinking of his past experiences of being thrown around, his brows furrowed in a knot.
“Yes, yes, our young master hates being touched by others the most.” Maid Bing also joined in the reminiscing.
"Furthermore, his sword has always been his treasure, and he never allows anyone else to touch it, not even the First Madam." The maid Ding was very clever and directly pulled the First Madam over as a witness.
The last to speak was the First Madam, who looked relieved and sighed, "I've given birth to Wushuang for twenty years, and I've never seen him show so many expressions..."
Isoro was surprised to see everyone nodding vigorously.
Although the young master Wushuang is handsome, he has been expressionless and aloof for many years, and never shows any strong emotions.
This is the first time I've ever seen such a distorted and complex facial expression.
“There is one more thing. This is the legendary male and female Green Swords. Legend has it that only lovers can possess these two swords,” the First Madam picked up the female Green Sword that Wushuang had dropped and continued with a serious expression, “Look, he dropped the female sword for you. Do you understand his intentions?”
You understand his intentions.
Poor Peerless Young Master, he only had a slight case of mysophobia, and always changed his clothes every day, although they were always the same color and style. The servants all thought he wore the same robe all the time. He always wiped things that had been touched by others. Now that the Female Azure Sword had been in the hands of Gyuro for so long, and had deviated far from his original plan, after his illusions were shattered...
Young Master Wushuang finally gave up on himself and abandoned the legend of the ancient sword.
Because, even if you beat him to death, he would never believe that his wife is Wu Shilang.
Dropping the sword was merely a direct reaction to the shattering of one's illusions.
As everyone enthusiastically reminisced, Isoro was gradually hypnotized, especially by the legend of the First Madam's Green Sword, which finally calmed Isoro down.
She finally began to believe that the peerless young master had fallen deeply in love with her.
It's just that their way of expressing love is rather unconventional.
So, Ishiro happily drew the female green sword and took it, then casually returned the green sword hanging on his buttocks to the first wife. He sweetly spat on the scabbard, rolled up his sleeve and wiped it again and again until the scabbard was shiny. Then, he unbuckled his belt and inserted it into his waistband.
This is my token of love, so I must carry it with me at all times.
Wu Shilang was arranged to stay in the villa closest to Leng Wushuang. Although it was only separated from Wushuang by a courtyard, it was obviously much more luxurious.
The courtyard is called Tianxia (天下), and together with the adjacent Wushuang (无双) courtyard, the two courtyards are called Tianxia Wushuang (天下无双).
Isoro rolled around on the bed for a long time, clutching the blanket, but couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Leng Wushuang's cold eyebrows and uncompromising expression.
He was clearly an extremely handsome man, but he insisted on keeping a stern face.
However, now that I have chosen him, I must start changing him little by little, gradually melting his heart and making him less cold.
Ichiro was having a good time, so he hugged the blanket and rolled around a few more times.
She didn't get a nap until lunchtime.