Her heart ached terribly, and she completely forgot what to say. She could only call out Leng Wushuang's name again and again. Through her teary eyes, she and Leng Wushuang looked at each other.
Leng Wushuang's eyes were dark, bright, and deep, carrying a certain resolute emotion.
"Wu Shilang, you can leave now." Gently, Leng Wushuang replied calmly. It was the first time he had called Wu Shilang by his name, and it felt incredibly intimate. He paused, gave Wu Shilang a faint smile, which was somewhat warm, and said, "I am a man, so I have no reason to be shy. You... can leave now."
"Alright, alright, I know you brothers are very close," the female bandit leader rushed forward, grabbed the octopus-like Wu Shilang who was clinging to Leng Wushuang, and laughed loudly: "Your brother doesn't like threesomes, then I'll come find you another day. Listen to me, go out first."
She was incredibly strong; the hand gripping Fifty-Lang's wrist was like an iron band, squeezing her painfully.
"Get out." The female bandit leader picked up Wu Shilang, kicked open the door, and threw her out.
The door slammed shut, dividing the inner and outer rooms into two worlds. Isoro collapsed to the ground, despair filling his chest. His heart ached so much that he lost all feeling of pain, leaving only a tingling, throbbing sensation, one after another.
Leng Wushuang probably harbored the idea of dying together with her.
Otherwise, how could someone as aloof as him submit to such a woman?
Isoro sat blankly on the muddy ground, completely exhausted.
If she had gotten up and looked around, she would have discovered how different the mountain village was today. The entire village seemed to be asleep, with only the occasional chirping of insects and silence.
"Little Fifty, you look really ugly when you cry."
Huh? Isoro looked up, his eyes blurry with tears, and saw a person in a light purple robe smiling at him.
Her features were exquisite, and she carried a faint fragrance of orchids.
"Young Master Luo?" Wu Shilang tilted his head, wiped away his tears, and suddenly became excited, his spirits lifting instantly. He rushed over and shouted, "Young Master Luo, it's you, Young Master Luo..."
It called out many times in a row, its voice trembling, showing its extraordinary joy.
Luo Jinfeng felt a sweet warmth in his heart, and his smile widened considerably. He reached out and bent down to pat her robe, angrily saying as he did so, "This awful color makes my little fifty look like a crow, terribly ugly!" His hand brushed the hem of the robe, and when he saw the juvenile phoenix figure, his lips twitched. He exclaimed, "He really dares to mistake my person for a crow!"
Wu Shilang grabbed his hand in a panic and said frantically, "Save him, save Leng Wushuang."
It was completely quiet inside, without a single unusual sound. The quieter it was, the more uneasy people felt, unable to guess what had happened inside.
Luo Jinfeng's hand suddenly stopped, his smile grew even sweeter, and he looked up with a sly smile, a hint of malice in his eyes, and replied with a smile, "Why should I save him? I never want to get involved with people I don't care about."
Ishiro's heart sank. She had thought that Luo Jinfeng's arrival would bring a glimmer of hope, but he rejected her without even thinking.
She was completely bewildered and stared at Luo Jinfeng, speechless.
After thinking it over and over, she finally bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and knelt down before him, her voice even more sorrowful: "Please, save him, save him, save him..."
Luo Jinfeng's face changed repeatedly, and finally the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a sinister look. He roared, "You knelt down to me for him?"
His voice carried anger and a hint of hurt.
Isoro gritted his teeth and didn't answer, continuing to look at him with teary eyes.
Their eyes locked in the cold wind, gradually growing cold. After kneeling for a long time, Goruro gritted his teeth, his face cold, and slowly stood up, saying slowly, "I will no longer beg you. If anything happens to him, I will go with him."
His voice was very calm.
Luo Jinfeng's heart clenched painfully, and his anger and hurt turned into a cold laugh. "I can save him, but I have conditions."
Isoro's face immediately brightened, a smile spreading across his face as he happily said, "Tell me, if you can say it, I'll do it."
She answered quickly and accurately, her voice clear and crisp. Overwhelmed by the sudden surprise, she completely forgot the cold rejection the person in front of her had given her.
Her large eyes held a pleading look, and her face was full of impatience as she awaited the result, which made Luo Jinfeng irritable.
He chuckled coldly, tilted his head, glanced at Wu Shilang, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "I can save him, but you are my man, and I hate to see you by his side." He paused, tilted his head slightly, "I want you to never see Leng Wushuang again."
From now on, Leng Wushuang will never be seen again!
These words struck Isoro like a thunderclap, tearing through her heart. The pain, as if her flesh were being ripped apart, made her words linger in her throat for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze them out, albeit with a sore throat.
"Okay..." she said, and then all her strength was released.
"Hmph," Luo Jinfeng's heart skipped a beat when he saw the sorrow and determination on her face. He tried his best to suppress his discomfort, turned around leisurely, and the hem of his robe fluttered like an elegant orchid, brushing past Wu Shilang. Then, he turned his head and said indifferently, "Aren't you coming with me?"
Isoro composed himself and immediately followed.
Luo Jinfeng walked to the door, smiled slightly, lifted his robe, and kicked it, shattering the wooden door into pieces.
Isoro stood in front of the house, hesitant to go inside for a long time.
"Aren't you coming in?" Luo Jinfeng asked curiously. "Weren't you in a hurry just now?"
The urgency just now stemmed from the lack of hope for rescue; the hesitation now arises from the fear of witnessing something terrible happen to that person.
Goruro gritted his teeth and followed silently. The room, flickering with candlelight, was quiet.
Leng Wushuang, dressed in black, had his back to them. His black hair, as black as silk, cascaded over his shoulders. He stood leaning over the bed, one hand on the bed railing, the other holding a soft sword, and he was breathing heavily.
Hearing the sound, he slowly turned around.
"Wushuang, how did you get a sword?" Wushilang was overjoyed and rushed over, but as soon as he touched his sleeve, he was carried away by an extremely strong wind towards Luo Jinfeng.
"Little Fifty, it seems he's quite alright without you coming in." Luo Jinfeng sneered, pulled Fifty over, and looked at the bed, where the female bandit leader lay with her eyes still open, a thin gash in her throat from which blood gushed.
"This is your second sword?" Luo Jinfeng clicked his tongue and turned to Wu Shilang with a smile: "Years ago, everyone said that the Peerless Young Master's second sword was a deadly strike, but no one had ever seen it. It turns out it's just a waist sword."
Leng Wushuang clutched her chest, turned around with difficulty, paused, glanced coldly at Wu Shilang who was being held by Luo Jinfeng, coughed lightly, and whispered, "Come here."
The voice was very low, as if he could no longer muster any strength.
"Fifty, you dare?" Luo Jinfeng pulled his arm back, looked at Leng Wushuang provocatively, and smiled charmingly, "Young Master Wushuang, my little Fifty, she can't follow you anymore."
Wu Shilang glanced guiltily at Leng Wushuang, then lowered his head.
"Come here!" Leng Wushuang's voice rose slightly, followed by a violent cough. A thin trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He frowned, raised his hand, and wiped it away nonchalantly.
He reached out his hand to Ishiro, "Come here."
Isoro panicked as soon as he saw the bloodstains on his lips and asked anxiously, "Why did you vomit blood again? Are you injured?"
She slightly pulled away from Luo Jinfeng's hand and was about to take a step forward.
"Little Fifty, don't forget who your master is?" Luo Jinfeng's anger flared up as she broke free of his grasp. "Don't forget that you are still under my poison."
Leng Wushuang's eyes immediately turned even colder as he coldly shot towards Luo Jinfeng. "Wu Shilang, come here." This time, his voice was raised, panting, and so cold it could freeze the entire mountain stronghold.
"Leng Wushuang, you have just exhausted the last bit of your internal energy. Your internal organs are all injured. You have Xiao Wushi with you. Do you really have the ability to protect her?"
Luo Jinfeng crossed his arms and looked at him, asking with a smile, "Between you and me, who is more suitable to be by her side?" After saying that, he shook his light purple robe, and in the candlelight, he was indeed a gentleman as elegant as jade, with a dashing air.
Leng Wushuang glanced at him coldly, clutched her chest, and walked over step by step, holding onto the tables and chairs in the room. She stopped a few steps away from Wu Shilang, stretched out her hand, and said softly in a low voice, "If you believe I can protect you, then come over."
His eyes were brighter than ever, and with a determined expression, he simply stretched out his hand.
Isoro bit his lip, reached out without hesitation, and slowly placed his hand in his large palm. Their hands clasped together, and a strange current flowed into their hearts. Their bodies trembled slightly at the same time. Then, their eyes met, and a knowing smile appeared on their lips, like a faint lotus blooming.
They gazed at each other like that, their love enduring until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled.
Bonus Chapter: Parody Interview
Location: The summit of Zijin Mountain...
Characters: Crazy Phoenix, TVSB executive, Wushuang, Wuqing, Luoluo, Shuixian, and our super popular idiotic female lead, Wushilang.
Format: A chaotic series of questions
Feng: Fifty, may I ask why you're called Fifty-Lang...?
Ichiro (seriously): Because being with Ichiro for one night is my father's dream —————
...
The crowd convulsed...
A certain Feng also twitched: Fifty-year-old friend, let's ask a more harmonious question. Among the male leads, which one do you prefer?
Ichiro (feigning shyness): I thought I liked Xiao Luo, but actually I'm a bit into Xiao Shuang, but Wu Qing is more handsome, and Shui Xian is very cool. I think I like them all...
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An old man rushing to catch the carriage makes his entrance: Young ladies, there's still this old man here! This old man is still vigorous despite his age, and can take on three of you by himself.
The production assistant (young Leng Wushuang) throws a punch, BIU, the old man ascends to heaven...
TVSB: Why would such a serious political and military story include elements of love, conspiracy, ancient tombs, and blatant adultery?
Mou Feng: Because this is the expectation of the Party and the people...
TVSB: ...
Mou Feng: May I ask you, Wushuang, why do you like such a crazy and unlucky woman like Wushilang?
Leng Wushuang (with a cold, sweeping motion) drew her sword and, with the force of splitting a mountain in one hand, sent a certain phoenix flying. She coldly wiped her sword: "Flies...so annoying..."
A certain phoenix... in the celestial realm...
Mou Feng: May I ask, young master Luo, why do you like the twitching Fifty-Lang?
Lolo (with a sharp, wicked laugh, playfully twisting his hair): Because... so far, (suddenly very serious, very indignant) there isn't a second woman in this story who looks like a woman. I can only reluctantly accept this. These days, finding a wife isn't easy. You need a house, money, a car... BALABALA, a thousand words of grumbling omitted here.
Mou Feng: ...Intermission, stagehands, clear the area...
Mou Feng: Some readers have asked why Leng Wushuang's character has received so many points lately...
TVSB screenwriter: Regarding this issue, I have already written a very elaborate standalone book, jointly published by MomoMoMoTie and Reading Machine, titled... Xiao Shuang and the author's untold story - a record of 180 days on the set, working under the unspoken rules.
...Everyone was dumbfounded. Feng exploded, slapping the screenwriter, "You damn auntie, you've been secretly making money behind my back..."
Mou Feng: Heartless little friend, what image would you like to appear in?
Leng Wuqing looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the bright sky. After a long while, he replied in a deep voice: Bright, lively, profound, lovely, mature, sharp, alluring, charming, captivating... (several adjectives omitted)
A certain phoenix is having a severe spasm...
TVSB executives: Shelving, absolutely shelving, this newcomer is to be shelved from now on...
Phoenix: Little Fairy, you are my most admired son. How do you feel about your current performance?
Narcissus (left hand holding a bronze mirror, right hand holding a sesame ball): I feel that ever since I ate the sesame balls from Tianxianglou, the dumplings from Sijige, and the bean buns from Hetianyige, my back doesn't hurt anymore, my hands don't itch anymore, my eyes are brighter, and my skin is smoother... (The following is a list of advertising slogans omitted)...
A certain phoenix was foaming at the mouth...
Mou Feng: Old man driving the carriage, why do you worship the female bandit leader so much?
Old man: Because she's been drinking XX brand Hui Rensheng Bao...