Leng Wuqing glared at her, his gaze sweeping over her face before he snorted coldly and ignored her. Finding a spot in the stable free of corpses and blood, he lay down again, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
“If he didn’t agree, I’ll take that as consent.” Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing the blood and corpses all over the stable, and the bloodied skeleton on the hay, he immediately gasped again, crossed his legs, and sat down outside the stable. (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
The cold night wind blew like needles, and Goro shrank back like a little ball.
"The night dew is chilly, would you like to come in?" Leng Wuqing's voice carried a lazy and icy tone, making Wu Shilang's heart skip a beat.
Then, reluctantly, she moved back into the stable and found a relatively clean spot not far from Leng Wuqing, where she lay down on her back.
Both of them remained silent, gazing at the stars. The sky was filled with stars, and after a while, it felt as if they themselves were moving.
What kind of person is he?
"Huh?" Igarashi turned his head, looked at the cold, emotionless man who had spoken out of nowhere, and asked, "Who?"
After a long silence, Leng Wuqing replied, "Leng Wushuang."
He actually asked about Leng Wushuang. Wu Shilang paused, then turned back to look at the stars. After a moment, she sighed and pondered, "He's always been cold to me, rarely smiles, has a cold exterior but a warm heart." She paused, a warmth welling up inside her, and smiled involuntarily, continuing, "Even if I'm rude to him, he just glares at me..."
“Actually, I don’t like to cry.” Wu Shilang suddenly turned to look at Leng Wuqing and said with a smile, “But when I cry, he gets very flustered. I like to see him with expressions, so I always cry in front of him.”
These words had been bottled up in her heart for a long time. She longed for someone to ask her what her lover was like. Leng Wuqing started the conversation, and she kept talking.
"Do you know that he looks a lot like you?"
Leng Wuqing remained expressionless, only his eyes flickered. Suddenly, he turned over, his back to Wu Shilang, and said coldly, "Go to sleep."
He brought up a topic, but Ishiro just couldn't fall asleep.
The countless stars in the sky transformed into Leng Wushuang, her eyes like stars, her thin red lips slightly parted, as if she were half-angry and half-laughing as she scolded, "Idiot."
She tossed and turned, feeling increasingly distressed, so she simply sat up and stared blankly into space.
"If you don't sleep, I'll make you sleep forever." Leng Wuqing's cold and ruthless voice drifted over from behind Wu Shilang.
Wu Shilang was shocked and immediately fell straight down, not daring to breathe. His eyes darted around, afraid that Leng Wuqing might really take his life if he was unhappy.
Terrified, she remained in one position until dawn, when she finally fell into a deep sleep. As soon as she fell asleep, she ground her teeth and laughed loudly.
Leng Wuqing, who had his back to Wu Shilang, was filled with regret. He was almost driven to the brink of collapse by Wu Shilang's loud laughter. After a long while, he could no longer bear it, sat up, and said angrily, "What a tasteless person. It turns out his taste is nothing special."
At just the right moment, Goruro exclaimed, "Wushuang..." His voice was filled with surprise. In his sleep, he raised his arms high and his face was full of joy. Leng Wuqing found it amusing, tore off a corner of his robe, reached out and stuffed her mouth full.
"Now it's finally quiet."
He sighed and lay down, but couldn't fall asleep again.
“Young Master, it was indeed the young master of Baochan Palace who abducted Miss Xiao that day. However, according to our guards, it seems that Baochan Palace is also hunting down this young master.”
"Oh?" Luo Jinfeng turned his head, quite surprised, and asked, "Are they fighting amongst themselves?"
The kneeling Qi Liu was in a difficult position. After hesitating for a long time, he finally replied, "That's not it. It's just that it is said that the Treasure Toad Palace only values the strong. So, over the years, there has always been this struggle between them. However, they have rarely affected the Central Plains martial arts world. This time, their large-scale invasion of the Central Plains martial arts world is quite surprising."
Luo Jinfeng frowned, his two fingers tracing the surface of the jade pendant as he pondered.
BBS·JO O yoo·NET “So, do you know where Fifty is?”
Qi Liu gritted his teeth, lowered his head even further, and said, "Your subordinate is incompetent!"
Luo Jinfeng frowned even more deeply, turned his back, looked up at the moon, and said slowly, "So, what do you know? Is that all the Luo family's thirteen riders are capable of?"
The sixth rider on the ground was trembling with fear and said, "It's not like we don't have other clues. We've discovered that a group of people from the Treasure Toad Palace are searching everywhere for their young master. If we follow them, we should soon find out where Miss Xiao is." (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
Luo Jinfeng gritted his teeth, his gaze sharp and cold as he shot towards Qi Liu, angrily saying, "Is our Luoxia Manor now reduced to nothing more than copying others' ideas?!"
Qi Liu remained silent, head bowed.
“I want you to find Isoro before they do.” He instantly regained his elegant and refined demeanor, his smile becoming even gentler, his tone carrying a resolute command, “And quickly!”
Qi Liu, kneeling on one knee, felt cold sweat trickle down his spine. Whenever the young master became gentle and refined, something terrifying would happen. Therefore, the more refined he became, the more afraid the people in the manor became.
"I have high hopes for you, Qi Liu," Luo Shao said with a smile, exuding an air of elegance. His silver robes flowed like water, and with a slight tremor, they swayed, making him appear even more handsome and extraordinary. He glanced at him sideways and said very kindly, "Therefore, you must not disappoint me."
"Yes." Qi Liu, covered in cold sweat, repeatedly agreed.
"Then hurry up and go." Luo Jinfeng's face suddenly twitched, his eyes flashing with cold light. As soon as he finished speaking, the kneeling Qi Liu gasped and, in a panic, rammed into the lintel. Because of the excessive force, he smashed the door panel into a human shape.
Luo Shao stared silently for a long time, then shook his head and sighed, "That was really reckless... When traveling the martial world, one must always prioritize safety."
Qi Qi, standing outside the door, stumbled and almost fell. The young master's concern always came after the storm, which seemed very strange... It would be better not to show any warmth at all, so as not to startle everyone.
At daybreak, Isoro was awakened by a hushed murmur.
"In broad daylight, this is simply outrageous!" The one who flung his sleeves was a frail scholar, carrying a stack of books, his face full of indignation.
Isoro sat up, tore the gag out of his mouth, and looked at Leng Wuqing with disheveled hair and dirty face.
His white robes had turned completely gray and black, with wispy strands that exuded an artistic air. His hair, which had been tied up, was now loose and hanging down his sides, black and glossy like silk, making him incredibly alluring.
He stood in front of the stables, his jacket half-open, and smiled freely at the person who came.
"Look at them, two men, rolling around in the stable all night." The one clicking his tongue was the innkeeper's waiter. Although he lowered his voice, Goro in the stable could still hear him clearly.
"Yes, indeed. We rolled around in the stables, and all night long." Leng Wuqing leaned against the wooden pole of the stables with a smile, squinting in the sun, his hand casually stroking the pair of mandarin duck swords at his waist.
As soon as he admitted it, more and more people gathered around. Some were looking for lodging, while others were preparing to set off. They all came over to watch the excitement.
Ishiro's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. He jumped up and rushed over in three steps, grabbing Ishiro's hand that was stroking the hilt of his sword. With a cold and ruthless smile, he turned back to Ishiro and said slowly, "Are you trying to spoil my fun?"
His eyes, clear and bright, seemed innocent and pure, yet they were the complete opposite of his true intentions. Isoro was stunned for a moment, then timidly advised, "Don't hurt people anymore. If you hurt a thousand people, there will always be a time when you will be heartbroken and hurt yourself."
Leng Wuqing's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Alright, let's leave it at that for today. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't bother with those boring people."
As he spoke, he casually gathered his hair into a bun, and then casually took a small emerald green hairpin from Goruro's hair and tied it up.
His movements were indescribably elegant; a smile played on his lips, and his eyes darted about with a lively glint, captivating the onlookers outside the stables.
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"Giro, let's go." He reached out, grabbed Giro, and walked confidently through the crowd. Giro, being pulled by the sleeve, stumbled along. Once they were out of the wall of onlookers, he suddenly pursed his lips and muttered, "How boring."
He truly looked bored, flicking his sleeve, from which a wisp of white smoke drifted out and quickly spread. The crowd of onlookers, upon inhaling the smoke, covered their eyes and cried out in pain, a chorus of groans that sent chills down Fifty-Roh's spine.
"You said you wouldn't hold it against me today," Ishiro said angrily, unable to hold back his question.
Leng Wuqing tilted his head, looking quite innocent, and laughed, "This Palace Master really didn't hold it against them. It's just that their staring at me like that made me quite unhappy. It's just a small punishment to teach them a lesson, what's the problem?" (Typed by Juyuan Bubble Fish)
For him, all those people who suddenly lost their sight were just part of the game.
Isoro immediately deflated and silently followed behind him.
"Are you angry with me?" Leng Wuqing suddenly turned around, and Wushilang couldn't stop himself and bumped into his chest. He immediately pushed Wushilang's head away with his index finger and said, "Look at you, you don't even wash your face before you rub against me."
Wu Shilang chuckled dryly, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "How could I dare to be angry with you, sir?"
"Hmph," Leng Wuqing glanced at Wu Shilang out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly laughed, "When did you get the guts?"
Isoro kept a cold face and dared not answer him, fearing that if he became displeased, he might throw out some poison again.
Leng Wuqing raised his hands above his eyebrows, gazing at the sun with a melancholy expression. He remained silent for a long time before saying with great sorrow, "If you are happy or angry, do as you please. I haven't seen anyone who can show me their true feelings in a long time."
After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, then immediately broke into an even bigger smile and said, "I promise I won't touch you."
He turned his head and looked at Wu Shilang with a tender affection, like a fledgling bird. His clear black and white eyes shone brightly: "After all, Leng Wushuang is my elder brother, and you are my future sister-in-law. We're family."
Isoro immediately felt a surge of warm passion in his chest.
A family! They were actually a family, which meant that he had accepted his and Wushuang's identities. Wushilang's tender feelings finally burst forth. Looking into Leng Wuqing's clear black and white eyes, he couldn't help but feel a strong maternal love. So he excitedly jumped over, took Leng Wuqing's hand, and said very seriously, "Wuqing, come here, let your sister-in-law take good care of you."
Enraged by these words, Leng Wuqing withdrew his hand, sending a cloud of smoke flying towards Wu Shilang.
Isoro was stunned. As he watched the thick smoke approach, he recalled the poison in the stable and the crowd outside covering their eyes. His senses returned immediately. He was so frightened that his hands and feet went cold. His eyes rolled back, and before the smoke reached him, he fell straight back down.
"What a waste of my medicine." Leng Wuqing was very unhappy. The thought of having to carry the unconscious Wushilang later made her even more annoyed.
Therefore, spreading poison everywhere might not necessarily satisfy the Cold Palace Master. For the first time in his life, Leng Wuqing felt frustrated and had nowhere to vent his anger.
When Ishiro woke up, he had already arrived in Lai City. The city was brightly lit and filled with a harmonious atmosphere.
The cold-hearted man standing by the window had changed into a snow-white robe and was looking out the window with a somber expression.
"You're awake?" He turned his face, the light from the window casting a translucent orange-red glow on his fair, jade-like face. "Can you move?"
Isoro raised his hands and feet to signal to him.
"That's good then," he smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling like stars and his lips like spring flowers, brightening the air in the room. "Don't provoke me in the future, it will only cause trouble for you and me."
Isoro immediately lowered his eyes and nose, and assumed the posture of a quail.
A white firework streaked across the night sky outside the window, leaving a long tail. Moments later, it revealed the shape of a toad. Leng Wuqing looked at it coldly, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He also pointed out a firework, which was a bright red and lit up the entire night sky.
The afterglow of the fireworks was a vermilion toad.
The scene was quite beautiful. So, Ishiro recited a poem with great poetic sentiment: "Red frogs and white frogs, those that can eat pests are all good frogs."
His voice was melodious and expressive, showing great engagement.
Leng Wuqing's lips twitched. Suppressing the sense of powerlessness in his heart, he turned around and praised with a smile, "Sister-in-law Wushilang is indeed talented and beautiful. She can even compose a good poem."
Wu Shilang was immediately flattered and waved his hand, saying modestly, "Not at all, just average, third in the martial arts world."
Finally, Leng Wuqing BBS JOoYO o .NET couldn't take it anymore, and her lips and eyes twitched together. She had never seen anyone so shameless; she was truly unprecedented and would never be surpassed, setting a new standard for thick-skinnedness. (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
Soon, a group of people broke in through the window. They were dressed in Miao ornaments that jingled and jingled. When they saw Leng Wuqing, they immediately knelt down and stretched out their arms, performing a prostration.
With a smile playing on his lips, Leng Wuqing didn't even glance at the group of people on the ground. He spoke slowly and deliberately, saying, "You all are truly important people with busy schedules. I thought I had been sidelined."
The people on the ground were sweating profusely, kowtowing repeatedly, not daring to utter a single word, just kowtowing incessantly, for fear that if they stopped, they would be beheaded.
"Alright, get up, all of you. You're giving me a headache." Leng Wuqing leaned against the window of the inn, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips, and asked with a nonchalant smile, "How did things go?"
The group of people who were kneeling stood up, and there were occasional sounds of silver ornaments clinking together, which were quite pleasant to hear.
"Reporting to the young palace master, the 'Charming Intoxication' has indeed spread, and quite a few martial arts families have already eaten pastries mixed with 'Charming Intoxication'."
"Oh? Is that so?" Leng Wuqing stroked his chin and frowned. "Who spread it? Have you found out?"
The crowd looked at each other, none of them daring to answer him.
Leng Wuqing smiled slightly, not intending to pursue the matter further, and continued to ask, "Then, was the invitation to the martial arts world indeed issued by the old palace master?"