Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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Especially those people in the martial arts world, who can easily chop off someone's head, he can't afford to offend any of them!

While groaning incessantly, Zhu Huihui tried her best to remain calm, not daring to move an inch, lest she make the slightest sound and be attacked with knives and swords.

Suddenly, the room fell silent again. All that could be heard was the sound of wind and rain; there wasn't even a human breathing.

Just as the silence fell, a long, rosy laugh rang out: "Could it be the Twelve Zodiac Envoys of the Blood-Seeing Pavilion?"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

In the darkness, someone clapped softly, and a female voice laughed, "Young Master Snow-Colored, you truly live up to your reputation!" The voice was very high-pitched.

Feng Xuese laughed heartily, "The monkey chestnut shames the fragrant fruit, and the chicken chopping board leads to a clear cup. The chicken claw sickle used by the chicken has truly broadened my horizons!"

With a "snap," someone struck a flint and lit a tallow torch.

By the light of the fire, Zhu Huihui secretly peeked out through the crack in the door.

The inner hall was in complete disarray, but Feng Xuese stood gracefully in the center, the sword in his hand reflecting the firelight, his white robes still spotless.

Twelve people were scattered around, surrounding Feng Xuese in the center. The flickering flames cast shadows on their faces, making them appear strangely unpredictable.

These twelve people included men and women, old men and children, dressed differently, but they were all familiar faces—the same diners, waiters, and shopkeeper who had been going about their business just moments before. Among them was a tall, stout man who was unfamiliar with the group. He was carrying a huge hinged door knife and had an oil-stained apron around his waist. He seemed to be the cook who had been hiding in the kitchen.

While Zhu Huihui was peeking, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy suddenly turned around, his eyes gleaming, his gaze like two swords, and stared at her face.

Zhu Huihui suddenly shrank back, her heart skipped a beat, and she secretly wiped her sweat. This child looked several years younger than her, but his eyes were terrifying.

The waiter who had served him rice looked over and asked in surprise, "How come you're still alive?"

Zhu Huihui gave a dry laugh: "Um, sorry!"

The waiter turned around: "Sister She, did you give me the wrong medicine?"

The woman who had eloped cursed, "Bullshit! I've used my Golden Jade Soul Scroll hundreds of times, how could I give it to the wrong person! Didn't you see that the moth that touched his face died instantly from the poison?"

The waiter was speechless.

The woman who eloped also found it very strange.

She was the Snake Envoy among the Twelve Zodiac Envoys of the Blood-Seeing Pavilion, most skilled in the creation and use of poisons. Hundreds, if not thousands, had died from her poisons. The Golden Hook Jade Soul was a poison she meticulously crafted, extracted from an extremely poisonous fungus. It was colorless, odorless, and tasteless; even a tiny amount, barely enough to pluck a fingernail, would kill an ordinary person shortly after ingesting it. This poison was extremely difficult to refine, and she rarely used it. Only now, to deal with the legendary Snow-Colored Prince, did she grit her teeth and reluctantly offer a small porcelain bottle.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Seven (4)

Those who travel the martial world usually pay extra attention to wine, dishes, and tea, but rarely notice rice. So she put a bottle of poison in the rice. Although Young Master Xue Se was young, he was an old hand in the martial world, wise and alert. They didn't expect to poison him, but they just didn't want to miss any opportunity.

The rice we just served that kid was this kind of spiked rice. We thought we'd knock him out first, and then take advantage of Feng Xuese's momentary lapse in concentration to finish him off together. But who knew that the kid would eat the poisoned rice with relish and be completely unharmed?

He had clearly ingested enough poison to kill dozens of people, yet he appeared perfectly healthy and lively, showing no signs of illness whatsoever. If she hadn't watched him swallow it with her own eyes, she would have truly doubted whether the poison had actually entered his stomach!

But if you say he wasn't poisoned, the moth only touched his face once and he couldn't withstand it and died from the poison—it was this moth that caused the ambush to be exposed, which is why they rushed to attack first, but they didn't expect that even a round of attacks by twelve people would still not be able to capture this Maple Snow color!

Damn it! Young Master Xue Se is alright, but this filthy kid is really weird.

A person poisoned by the Golden Jade Soul would have faint golden blood vessels appearing in their pupils. Given the amount this kid ate, both of his eyes would have turned cloudy yellow. But now, his eyes are clear and bright, not like someone who has been poisoned.

The snake spirit grew increasingly unwilling to give up. She swayed her hips as she walked over, smoothed her hair and clothes, and said seductively, "Little brother, is the rice delicious?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

Zhu Huihui shook off goosebumps all over her body.

If he were walking down the street and encountered a woman with a "men, come and flirt with me" look on her face, given his "helpful" nature, he would immediately reach out and pinch her cheeks or buttocks, taking advantage of her first.

But at this moment, he dared not cause trouble, and said tremblingly, "Good, delicious! The seasoning with the rice is especially delicious. At first, it is bitter and astringent, but the aftertaste is... astringent and bitter, just like a beautiful woman like you, sister. You look mature and experienced, like a ripe pear about to fall from a tree; in reality, you are also experienced and mature, and still like a ripe pear..."

I inwardly cheered, admiring myself for being able to deliver such a learned compliment!

Glancing at the suppressed laughter of those around her, the snake envoy's face changed color several times in an instant, from green to yellow, then back to green again. She couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Your mother is the one who's ripe and rotten!" She gritted her teeth, forcing a sweet smile: "Good little brother, come here, let me show you what a ripe pear is like!"

With his ten fingers spread wide, his long red nails whistling sharply, he suddenly clawed at Zhu Huihui's dirty face, determined to scratch the boy's filthy face into a rotten pear.

Zhu Huihui was so frightened that he covered his head and huddled into a ball. He had barely uttered a cry of "Mother" when the sharp fingernails touched his eyelashes. The force made his eyes sting, and tears welled up involuntarily. But thinking that he would soon lose control of his eyes, he still tried his best to keep them wide open, trying to see as much as possible.

Suddenly, a flash of snow appeared before my eyes, followed by a soft "snap" sound, and then several "plop" sounds, as ten red fingernails fell to the ground.

The snake-like figure held up its ten bare fingers, astonished.

Maple Snow ran two fingers lightly along the spine of the sword and laughed nonchalantly, "Why should the Serpent Envoy lower himself to the level of this child? Let me keep him company!"

The faces of the twelve Zodiac Envoys all changed color. They had been keeping a close eye on Feng Xuese, but none of them could stop his unpredictable attack in time—luckily, he had shown mercy, otherwise, what would have fallen to the ground would not have been fingernails, but the ten fingers of the Snake Envoy…

Zhu Huihui, quick-witted as ever, scrambled to hide behind Feng Xuese, inwardly thinking, "This old man's martial arts are impressive, but his brain seems a bit off. Hasn't he heard the saying, 'Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself'? My mother told me a story about a silly old man named Dong something-Guo who saved a wolf, only to be eaten by it. This old man definitely hasn't heard that story! Wait a minute, this old man is always ready to chop off his own hand or snap his own head, why doesn't he chop off that coy vixen's hand? Hmm, lust is indeed a common male trait! He mustn't be so greedy for beauty that he'd risk his life—especially not for my life, Zhu Huihui's…"

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Eight (1)

Just as she was lost in thought, the child suddenly leaped back several feet, as swift as an ape, and with a flexible leather rope in his hand, he wrapped it around Feng Xuese's feet.

At the same time, the snake envoy, whose nails and face had been trimmed, rubbed his two snow-white palms together, revealing a peach-pink hue; the woman envoy playing the child's mother, the chicken envoy, wielded two chicken-claw sickles, and the two simultaneously attacked the snow-white chest and abdomen. The other shopkeeper, shop assistant, hunter, doctor, merchant, peddler, cook, and elopement man also rushed forward, attacking different parts of his body.

The Twelve Zodiac Envoys are renowned assassins in the Blood Tower. Their martial arts are unpredictable and cunning, encompassing both ranged and melee combat. They also work seamlessly together. With a single attack, Maple Snow was completely sealed off from head to toe.

The maple-colored longsword casually slashed diagonally, its tip creating a snow-colored phantom. The Twelve Zodiac Envoys felt a vast expanse of white sword energy crisscrossing before their eyes, and the area around them seemed to be encased in an impenetrable wall of copper and iron, making it impossible for them to penetrate.

Zhu Huihui cowered behind Feng Xuese, his eyes dazzled by the light. He felt a flurry of cold light flashing around him, but he couldn't tell whose it was. His heart pounded wildly, and he didn't know what was keeping him from wetting his pants on the spot.

The only butter torch in the shop suddenly flickered, lit up briefly, and then went out again.

Darkness enveloped the surroundings once more, but the image of that snow-white sword curtain still lingered in Zhu Huihui's eyes.

The sounds suddenly intensified, with strong winds vibrating, weapons whistling through the air, and a continuous whistling sound, yet no sound of weapons clashing could be heard.