Hong Qiaqia's eyes lit up with surprise and delight. "Wuqing is still alive?"
Isoro nodded slightly and said, "Yes, he's doing well."
Hong Qiaqia was very pleased and said, "I don't need you to help me with anything else, I just want Leng Yun, nothing else."
"It's that simple?" Igarashi asked curiously. "Nothing else is needed?"
Hong Qiaqia looked extremely tired and replied, "Nothing more. After killing that old bastard Leng Yun, I can finally rest in peace."
Isoro bit his lip and said, "Okay, I'll do my best."
Hong Qiaqia smiled with relief, stretched out her hand, and the iron chains on her hand immediately rattled: "This place used to be a branch of our Baochan Palace. Because I missed my daughter, I secretly set up a branch here. I thought that after taking her away from Xiejian Manor, I could stay here for a while and then return to Miao Village. Who knew..."
His teeth were grinding together.
Isoro didn't urge him. He looked up and watched him suppress his resentment as he continued, "Everything here was personally supervised by me. No one knows the structure of the water dungeon better than me."
Isoro remained silent.
"Between these walls, five inches above the ground, there is a gap. If you break through the front wall, you will see the mechanism. Press the mechanism, and as the water flows out, you will reach the cave at the bottom of the mountain."
Isoro was skeptical, but he held his breath and submerged in the water. Sure enough, about five inches from the ground, there was a slightly raised section of wall that he could not detect unless he touched it carefully.
She surfaced, took a deep breath, and said, "How am I supposed to break through the wall? Leng Yun has neutralized my internal energy."
Sure enough, Hong Qiaqia looked as if she had just realized something and said, "No wonder I didn't think you had any internal strength when I heard your voice. But it doesn't matter. Just bend your knuckles and aim at the protrusion. You'll hit it in one strike. I've left some room there; you don't need to use much force."
Ichiro took a few more breaths, and before diving, he smiled slightly at Hong Qiaqia and said, "I will do my best to fulfill your wish after I get out."
Hong Qiaqia nodded, smiling with satisfaction.
Igoro held his breath and submerged again. He clenched his fist and, without much effort, tapped the slightly raised surface. The surface cracked immediately, but remained intact. Igoro, unable to contain his anger, kicked it again, and the wall split open completely, revealing the wooden mechanism inside.
It really was a trap!
Without hesitation, Isoro reached out and forcefully turned it.
A huge whirlpool quickly formed underwater, and on the other side of the corner, a dark opening appeared, pulling water and people down with a powerful suction.
Isoro covered her head and closed her eyes tightly. As she was tossed about by the floodwaters, wave after wave of water crashed against her chest, abdomen and back. Several times, she almost drowned because she couldn't breathe properly.
She held fast to one belief: she would not give up until she saw Wushuang. And with this belief, she actually made it to the very end.
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When the first ray of light shone through, Isoro was finally exhausted. He slid down with the floodwaters, unable to hold on any longer, and his vision went black as he lost consciousness.
In the midst of chaos, a pair of warm hands lifted Igoro up and held him close. Igoro's face was pressed tightly against the person's heart, and the steady heartbeat transmitted through his clothes, one beat after another, miraculously soothing all of Igoro's anxiety and unease.
"Igoro," the voice was low, tinged with worry, "Igoro, wake up."
Isoro's eyelashes twitched, then returned to calm.
"Giro, don't sleep."
His hand was held in the other's palm and gently rubbed. Gradually, a warmth rose slowly up from his fingers. With all his might, Goruro slowly lifted his eyelids to a slit.
Although there was light inside the cave, it was still dark. Furthermore, the newcomer was backlit. Goruro frowned, swallowed hard, and asked, "Who are you?"
She regained some consciousness, jumped off the other person, slowly adjusted to the light, opened her eyes wide, and looked more carefully at the person who was gently embracing her. After seeing the general outline, she was overjoyed, as if she had fallen into a dream.
"Wushuang?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Reaching out, she took the initiative and hugged him from under his arms, like a lonely little koala clinging to a tree. Her lips trembled as she asked tearfully, "Are you Wushuang?"
The newcomer simply looked at her silently, his warm, large hand hovering in mid-air, giving her a bear hug that felt strangely intimate.
Isoro's tears could no longer be stopped. Her eyes were wide open, and she didn't blink. The tears rolled down her cheeks one by one.
“It’s me,” Wushuang said hesitantly in the darkness. After a moment’s thought, he wrapped Wushilang in his arms. His voice had lost its usual coldness and was filled with shyness and barely perceptible joy. He said softly but firmly, “I’m back.”
I'm back……
With just one sentence, Wushilang released all the anxiety and grievances she had accumulated over the past few days. She buried her head tightly in Wushuang's arms, saying nothing, just crying, like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances and suddenly found someone to rely on, just crying.
Her voice grew hoarseer and hoarse with each sob, showing no sign of stopping. After a while, her sobs became convulsive, leaving her breathless and gasping for air.
Wushuang held her in his arms, frowning, at a loss.
"Don't cry."
Isoro's voice was like a kitten's, meowing and whimpering. He was trembling with sobs, and every now and then he would catch his breath and sob, which made Leng Wushuang's heart ache.
"Fifty, take a break, don't cry." He lowered his head to comfort Fifty, feeling utterly helpless and unsure of what to say.
Isoro was still gasping for breath, but his arms tightened around him, as if afraid that the man in front of him would disappear again.
Goruro's large eyes shone brightly with tears. He looked down at Leng Wushuang, his long eyelashes fluttering helplessly. His pink lips were slightly parted from sobbing, making him look exceptionally alluring.
"Musou." Goruro called out pitifully in a low voice, like a hungry kitten, his mouth trembling as if he were about to cry again. (Typed by Juyuan Fenghua Xueyue)
Seeing that she was about to start crying again, Leng Wushuang was startled and couldn't react in time. She lowered her head and took Wushilang's sobbing little mouth into her mouth.
His lips, carrying a strong masculine scent, lingered on Wu Shilang's lips, both youthful and fiery. Wu Shilang's heart pounded, his face flushed, and he slowly closed his eyes, shyly pressing against Wu Shuang's chest. With a slight effort, he pushed Leng Wu Shuang's lips away from his own by a finger's width, and opened his mouth to speak.
Leng Wushuang blushed and was deeply engrossed in the kiss when Wushilang pushed her away. Still in a daze, she didn't think twice and reflexively kissed him again. This time, it wasn't just lips touching lips. He took Wushilang's slightly parted mouth into his mouth, his tongue sliding across her lips like a small fish, instinctively slipping into her mouth and sucking on her escaping tongue.
From inexperience to skill, it only took a moment. From light kisses to deep sucking, before anyone knew it, Goruro had reached out and wrapped his arms around Wushuang's neck, his body limp and nestled in Wushuang's embrace.
Their breaths mingled on each other's faces, creating a fiery sensation...
The two embraced, their bodies pressed tightly together, yet their body temperature rose higher and higher...
Leng Wushuang's hand moved up along Wu Shilang's collar, her slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt and sliding inside. The moment her fingers touched Wu Shilang's cold skin, she instantly sobered up.
"I'm sorry, Fifty." He pushed Fifty away abruptly, his face burning red.
Isoro was pushed away abruptly, still in a daze, and asked blankly, "Why are you apologizing to me?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Wushuang recalled Wushilang's soft lips and felt a surge of desire. He swallowed hard, his mouth feeling extremely dry.
“Change out of your wet clothes,” he said, trying to sound calm. “They’ll definitely be searching for you tonight, and this is the best place to hide.”
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"This is the place, so we must stay here for the night and meet the rest of the group tomorrow."
"Are there other people?" Igarashi asked curiously. "Who are they who came to join us?"
"You don't recognize me." Leng Wushuang's fiery enthusiasm gradually faded, and she returned to her icy demeanor.
Wu Shilang pouted and tugged at her clothes, saying, "If I took off my clothes, am I supposed to be naked?" Ever since she had kissed Wushuang, she had become even more convinced of Leng Wushuang's feelings, so she spoke innocently and no longer held back.
Leng Wushuang blushed. She took off her outer robe and threw it over, saying, "Wear this first, and I'll dry your wet clothes later."
Isoro took the robe, hugged it to his chest, pressed it against his face, and chuckled foolishly.
"Wushuang, it's so good that you're alive."
Seeing the sadness in her voice, Leng Wushuang couldn't help but soften. She unsheathed the female green sword from her back, coldly handed it over, and said indifferently, "Keep it safe, for self-defense."
The scabbard of the sword still held his warmth. Igorō sweetly accepted it, smiling shyly, "Mushuang, you've thought it through?"
"Hmm?" Leng Wushuang raised an eyebrow.
"You've made up your mind?" Igarashi was overjoyed, almost bursting into tears of joy as he clutched his sword.
"What?" Leng Wushuang asked impatiently, her tone icy cold.
"Become a son-in-law of the Xiao family." Wushilang pounced over, hugged his arm, and rubbed against his arm like a cat. His little face was pressed against Wushuang's palm, and he said affectionately, "I will treat you well, love you like my own eyes, Wushuang."
Leng Wushuang's lips twitched, and she shoved aside Wu Shilang, angrily saying, "You're so long-winded!"
In the darkness, a slight smile played on his lips as he turned his back and said coldly, "Hurry up and change your clothes."
After a pause, he added coldly, "Don't catch a cold."
Isoro's mouth stretched all the way to his ears with a smile.
She couldn't help but think to herself: This hypocrite, can't he be a little gentler? He's so unlovable.
As the night deepened, Leng Wushuang lit a small fire, and the flames, carrying heat, gradually warmed Wu Shilang's body.
"Wushuang, can I lean on you?" Wushilang looked on expectantly, his neck hunched, his little face flushed pink from the warmth of the fire. "I'm still cold."
Knowing full well she was lying, Leng Wushuang hesitated slightly, then nodded helplessly. Her eyes reflected the orange-red glow of the fire, carrying a hint of warmth.
Isoro immediately cheered, tucked his robe into his hand, and jumped over to hug Leng Wushuang's arm, saying happily, "This is definitely the warmest way."
Leng Wushuang lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes smiling, reflecting the firelight, as if ripples of water were spreading from the deepest part of his dark depths. He pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of a smile, and said lightly, "Your clothes will be dry soon."
Isoro pouted, feeling wronged, and hugged his arm even tighter, saying reproachfully, "Even with clothes on, I can't keep up with your body temperature."
Leng Wushuang's face turned bright red instantly.
He forced himself to remain calm, coughed lightly twice, and turned his head away. In the firelight, his ears were red and delicate, very cute, and illuminated by the orange-red glow of the fire, they seemed to be glowing with transparent red flames.
Ishiro liked it more and more as he looked at it, so he pounced on it and took a small bite.
Leng Wushuang was shocked and stood up abruptly. Enraged, she slapped Wu Shilang away and shouted, "Why did you bite me?"
Feeling extremely wronged, Wu Shilang bit his finger and replied, "My aunt bites Father like this, is that not allowed?"
Leng Wushuang was both amused and exasperated, covering her ears, unable to utter a single word. It was truly a case of a scholar encountering a soldier—reasoning was futile.
Seeing his helpless expression, Wu Shilang was about to pounce on him again when Leng Wushuang's expression hardened. He listened intently and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming."
He skillfully kicked out the fire, burying the ashes of the burnt firewood in the grass, then grabbed Isoro and her half-dried clothes, and in a flash, flew to the side of the cave.
Held in his arms, Isoro shifted from side to side until he found a comfortable spot before settling down. He looked up and saw Leng Wushuang's eyes, cold as stars, as he frowned and gazed into the distance.
"Your martial arts have recovered?" Wu Shilang belatedly realized that he had just leaped into the air and was pleasantly surprised.
"Yes," Leng Wushuang tightened her arms, lowered her eyes, and warned, "Don't say another word."
Wu Shilang immediately covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around. After a while, her hands and feet became numb, so she simply changed from passive to active, wrapping her arms and legs around Leng Wushuang's body like an octopus. Their limbs were intertwined.
Leng Wushuang was furious. She looked down, her eyes filled with a cold, barely suppressed anger, and was about to open her mouth to rebuke him.
"The Palace Master said that she must be hiding in some cave after coming down from the water dungeon, so we must search all caves and similar places thoroughly."
Ichiro stiffened, his whole body trembling. It was the people from the Treasure Toad Palace who had come all the way from the water dungeon.
Leng Wushuang reached out and patted her back, sighed silently in his heart, and stretched out his long arms to hug her even tighter.
"They've all gone to search, so why don't we just stay here and take a break?"
“Indeed, Brother Xi’s suggestion is excellent.” The group that entered the cave found some broken branches, built a fire, and sat down on the spot.