It was indeed too late; even rolling over had become a luxury. Isoro's eyes were tightly closed, and he was limply pressed into Luo Jinfeng's arms.
She was filled with panic.
She was terrified that the person holding her above her might suddenly stop breathing.
Suddenly, a sharp sound startled Isoro, who had his eyes tightly closed, and he opened them wide. The curved sword hadn't fallen after all. Several men dressed in black appeared out of thin air and began to fight the thief. After a while, there was silence.
"Young Master, how are you?" The head guard in black asked, his voice trembling. He reached out several times but dared not touch Luo Jinfeng's back.
Luo Jinfeng's fair face was even paler than before. He endured the pain and slowly sat up, pulling Wu Shilang in his arms up as well.
“We’ve all been poisoned by the Softening Powder,” Luo Jinfeng gasped for breath, blinking wearily. “So, we have no strength at all.”
Isoro looked up at Luo Jinfeng in astonishment and asked in surprise, "Why do I have no strength, but you do...?"
Luo Jinfeng smiled slightly and slowly stretched out his hands. There were no fewer than ten cuts of varying depths on his hands, and blood was seeping out from the force he had just exerted.
“A little pain is enough to lift my spirits.” He said it casually, but it made Isoro and the black-clad guards kneeling on the ground redden their eyes at the same time.
"Young Master..." The head guard in black choked up, unable to speak. His young master had been pampered since childhood and rarely involved in Jianghu feuds. At most, he could only be considered half a Jianghu person.
Since his debut, he has only played the role of a dashing young swordsman a few times, and this is the first time he has ever protected someone like this and suffered such a serious injury.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shout angrily at Igarashi, "Who exactly wants to kill you?"
Isoro stared innocently, struggled to raise his index finger, pointed at his nose, and silently turned his head, his eyes full of confusion.
“That’s right, they want to kill you.” Luo Jinfeng’s tone was indifferent, with occasional frowns, mainly because the guard behind him who was applying the medicine was too rough.
Isoro's face fell instantly. His eyes glazed over, and he shook his head blankly. Who would want to assassinate him? He was just a nobody in the martial arts world with no skills. Who would be so eager to kill him?
"I really don't know." Ishiro thought of the poison in his body and the increasingly complicated situation that would follow, and couldn't help but feel downcast.
"Don't be afraid, Fifty," Luo Jinfeng said with a smile, enduring the pain of the clumsy guard behind him applying the medicine, and gently comforted Fifty: "Even if the sky falls, I will help you carry it."
Isoro gave him a reassuring smile, but he couldn't muster any enthusiasm.
For some reason, her mind was filled with the image of Leng Wushuang, cold-hearted and aloof, with eyes like stars, a face like jade, and a look of disdain, a half-smile on her face.
The thought of Leng Wushuang gave Wu Shilang a surge of energy.
"Wushuang, no matter what, I will stay until I reach you, at least until I see you recover your strength," Wushilang thought to herself. Her hand gradually clenched into a fist, and then, with her head held high and chest out, she smiled at the pale-faced Luo Jinfeng with boundless energy, as if making a vow to the heavens: "I will live well, I will live longer than a tortoise."
Luo Jinfeng forced a smile and weakly comforted her, "Not bad, not bad, I guarantee you're even more of a bastard than a turtle..."
...Silence. Upon hearing this, everyone except for Igarashi, whose face was twitching, smiled.
Alright, let's walk this path of life, face whatever comes our way, and bury the enemy with earth.
Even if the sky falls, there's still Young Master Luo to hold it up. Wu Shilang turned his head and suddenly felt at ease. He smiled and said to Luo Jinfeng, who was still sweating profusely, "Alright, I'll reluctantly follow you until I find Wushuang!"
Luo Shao's lips twitched, and he remained silent for a long time before saying with utmost sincerity, "Truly a tremendous reward... a measly fifty!"
It's really hard to believe she would say something like that.
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Two handsome young men, both dressed in black, stood in front of the Yunlai Inn.
The one whose robe was outlined with pale gold thread had cold eyes and a cold face. His body was as upright as a pine tree. Although he was so handsome that people couldn't bear to look away, few dared to look at him openly. As long as his eyes turned slightly, even without looking directly at him, people would feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts, followed by an enormous sense of oppression.
He is handsome, but he is an aloof and cold-hearted man.
The young man in black with red trim was warm and gentle, with a charming look in his eyes, eyes like flowing water, and lips like peach petals. Standing there, he smiled and waved his fan, his eyes captivating most of the souls of those who looked at him.
"Where are they going now?" Leng Wushuang asked coldly.
Duan Shuixian gently shook her fan, glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Are you in a hurry?"
Leng Wushuang remained silent, neither denying nor admitting, her expression indifferent.
"My intelligence says they're heading towards the martial arts tournament venue." Duan Shuixian waved his fan, his eyes darting around, and he spotted some people holding paintbrushes in the distance, mingling with the crowd. His heart tightened, and he immediately reacted, tilting his body slightly, raising half of his fan, and slowly turning his face at a 45-degree angle, his gaze gentle yet with a hint of arrogance, and proud yet with a touch of refinement.
This posture and gaze are the result of countless hours of practice while looking into the water.
He remained in a pensive pose for a long time, even gently covering his chest with the hand that wasn't holding the fan, his brows slightly furrowed, looking resentful.
Leng Wushuang looked at him in silence, as if he were a mental patient having an episode, and then suddenly said coldly, "You still have a leek stuck between your teeth."
With a whoosh, Duan Shuixian quickly closed her slightly parted lips, her expression changing repeatedly. She twisted her waist and stomped her feet, glancing at the painter who was diligently drawing the image. With great reluctance, she lifted her robe and flew away.
The guard in blue robes following behind him glanced at Leng Wushuang with a very melancholy look, finally let out a long sigh, tied the corner of his robe to his belt, spat, rubbed his palms together, gritted his teeth, and also rushed out.
His heart was utterly cold...
Oh no, oh no, this is completely over. The young master has always been vain, and he doesn't know how long his luck will run out after such a slight imperfection.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and glare at Leng Wushuang with resentment.
That one glance made him feel the arrival of winter from the pores of his skin. Leng Wushuang, who was standing still, crossed his arms and glared back impatiently.
What shot out from those eyes was not just icicles, but sharp ice swords.
The guard in blue could only swallow his bitter tears and slunk off to accompany his young master as he practiced the finest light-body skills.
"Where are we going?" Isoro asked, frowning as he sat in the exquisitely decorated carriage, looking at Luo Jinfeng, who was holding a book, across from him.
The carriage moved slowly, but then turned in a different direction and headed towards Jinling.
"The Martial Arts Tournament." Luo Jinfeng's eyes never left his book. His head was slightly lowered, and strands of hair slipped from his shoulders due to the vibrations of the carriage, trembling as they fell.
"Why go there?" Ishiro was completely puzzled, her heart filled with anxiety. If Luo Jinfeng hadn't been injured, she would have already exploded.
This journey is taking a really long time.
He only spent two hours traveling each day; the rest of the time, he either closed his eyes to rest or admired the scenery by the window.
He completely forgot that there was a guy named Goruro beside him.
Luo Jinfeng smiled, looked up at the car window, glanced at Wu Shilang out of the corner of his eye, then lowered his head again and continued reading the book in his hands very seriously.
As he looked, he would occasionally let out a sigh of sudden realization.
"Luo Jinfeng, you haven't answered my question yet." Wu Shilang said angrily, kicking his leg.
"Ouch," Luo Jinfeng immediately curled up into a ball, biting his lip weakly, covering his wound with both hands, hissing and gasping for breath. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were even closed, with only his eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" A head immediately peeked in from outside the carriage curtain, looking concerned. Seeing Luo Jinfeng like this, the head asked anxiously, "Has your wound reopened?"
Luo Jinfeng looked up, panting, and glanced at Wu Shilang with a resentful look. He waved his hand with great resentment and forced a smile, saying, "No, no, it wasn't that the wound reopened, and it was definitely not that Wu Shilang kicked me."
"It was definitely not her who kicked me." He repeated it again with emphasis and sincerity, as if he were truly defending Isoro.
One of the people peeking out the window immediately became angry and glared fiercely at Igarashi.
Isoro almost burst into tears, looking pitifully at the huge head that had suddenly turned furious, and explained, "I'm just small, um, like this, I touched him."
She timidly extended one finger to demonstrate, and the moment her fingertip touched Luo Jinfeng, the carriage jolted violently. Unable to control her strength, her hand accidentally poked Luo Shao's wounded chest.
This time, Luo Jinfeng really felt the pain. He groaned, lowered his head, arched his back, and gritted his teeth to endure it.
The black-clad head guard outside the window immediately turned around, walked around to the front of the carriage, and with a whoosh, lifted the curtain, angrily saying, "You, get out of the carriage. From now on, you will ride a horse with all the black-clad guards."
Even if she becomes the young master's wife in the future, she cannot be kept by the young master's side for now.
Thinking of the young master's distorted face just now, he felt a surge of indignation.
Oh, what a tragic fate! What a karmic entanglement...
How could the young master have fallen for such a violent woman?
"No way! My butt will hurt if I ride a horse!" Wu Shilang hugged his legs pitifully, glancing at Luo Jinfeng. "Young Master Luo, do you want me to go out riding a horse too?"
Luo Jinfeng waved his hand with a smile and said to the head of the black-clad guards, "No need, no need. I'm afraid that if she goes out, it will cause unnecessary trouble for everyone." As he spoke, his face suddenly darkened, and he closed his eyes deeply before slowly opening them again. He said in a very serious tone, "If someone has to make a sacrifice, then I will do it all."
He appeared dignified and ready to die for his country.
The black-clad guards on horseback almost burst into tears...
Indeed, the young master is a great man. He actually made such a huge sacrifice!
The head guard in black frowned, opened his mouth as if to argue, but was abruptly interrupted by Luo Jinfeng's gesture.
"That's it, I can take it, I will persevere." He nodded earnestly, looking determined and ready to sacrifice himself.
Outside the window, the black-clad guards reined in their horses in perfect unison, all looking at their young master with a mixture of sympathy and admiration.
As the saying goes, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" That's the kind of mindset that's being described!
What kind of level is this!
Seeing the amazing face-changing performance, Ichiro became even more speechless, so he simply crossed his arms and silently looked out the window.
The car immediately fell silent again.
Luo Jinfeng still held the thick book, frowning seriously as he turned the pages one by one. When he saw something serious, he would even make annotations with a brush pen.
Very serious.
After a moment of hesitation, Isoro couldn't help but ask again, "What are you looking at?"
Luo Jinfeng paused, then looked up seriously, his face radiating righteous indignation, and replied solemnly, "The Awakening List!"
It is indeed a very profound book.
Wu Shilang immediately shut his mouth and couldn't help but look at Luo Shao with great admiration. He couldn't believe that Luo Shao was actually a promising young man who was skilled in both literature and martial arts.
The carriage swayed and bumped along for another hour before, as usual, it was time to find lodging again.
As soon as the car stopped, Luo Jinfeng elegantly stepped out, lifting his robe. His usual style was that even if the inn was relatively high-end, it had to be to his liking. If it wasn't to his liking, he would rather sleep in the suburbs.
In short, the first impression must be made by Young Master Luo.
As soon as he got out of the car, Ishiro couldn't help but grab his thick bound book, flip through the first few pages of the Book of Songs, and was immediately stunned by what he saw.
Those pages were filled with Luo Shao's calligraphy, filled with a hundred thousand whys, with complex and varied questions, such as: why is it shaped like a frog... why are its eyes closed... and so on, questions from all levels and in all directions.
But none of that is the key point. The most crucial point is that this book, which Young Master Luo has been holding in his hands and reading very carefully, is actually a collection of erotic pictures...
A cool breeze swept through the car window, flipping many pages of the book in Isoro's hands.
"Young Master wants you to get out of the carriage and choose a room." The carriage curtain was suddenly lifted, and the head guard in black peeked in. His eyes swept over the room, and he was immediately stunned, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"You you you you..." He pointed at Ishiro with a flushed face, then pointed in a panic at the book in her hand. The book was wide open, and many pages had been turned by the wind. Finally, it opened to a color illustration, which vividly and realistically depicted the positions of men and women making love.
Isoro glanced down and saw it too, his head immediately pounding, and he started stammering as well.
"This, this, was seen by Young Master Luo," she stammered.