Chapter 5, The House

As agreed, the short sword fell together with the crossbow bolts, striking Chen Wufu's blood arrow, the sound of the golden spear resonating delicately in the gap between Chen Wufu and Chun Li'er

The series of unexpected events left Lan Xishu both shocked and furious

Hu Dage's whistle caught up

Clang!

Jing Mao'an called out repeatedly as he leaped onto the top of the carriage, clanging! The sound of metal clashing was piercing, and a returning boomerang whistled through the air, its sharp edge spinning rapidly on the carriage roof. A shadow, rising and falling like a roc, seized the cargo in hand and feigned an attack to force Jing Mao'an back, landing on the northern side of the carriage

Nuo Nuo hesitantly called out between Lan Xi's lips and teeth

Lan Xishu bent down and reached out, his fingertips just brushing against the short flintlock. A flash of cold light caught his eye, and the window on the north side of the carriage flickered between light and dark. The curtain was torn down, and a figure immediately blocked the window tightly. In a flash, a short sword was thrust against Lan Xishu's jaw. He felt the blade's edge cold against his chin, the sharp point merely a finger's breadth from his throat. Startled, Lan Xishu leaned back, the cold gleam pressing in, the intent to kill gradually intensifying. A short sword was thrust against Lan Xishu's jaw, and he felt the blade's edge cold against his chin, the sharp point merely a finger's breadth from his throat. Startled, Lan Xishu leaned back, the cold gleam pressing in, the intent to kill gradually intensifying.

Lan Xi withdrew his foot from Chun Li'er, his eyes and heart still racing.

Lan Xi's mind instantaneously reflected upon its own ignorance, swiftly regaining rationality

Brother

Lan Xishu shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to divert his gaze from the stunning peony. After passing by the tattoo of the bright red peony on Chun Lier's back, Lan Xishu's eyes lit up again at the sight of the short flintlock that had fallen from the seat.

As fists and feet come forth, the garments flutter in the wind, while the clash of swords and blades resonates sharply.

Only a pair of clear and cold, piercing eyes can rival his

Alas

Chun Li'er was forced to stretch her neck, her entire body instinctively curling up in the great cloak. She suddenly gazed in shock at the crossbow that slowly moved through the car curtain, a pair of sharp, cold eyes filled with murderous intent fixed on her through the gap in the curtain. Chun Li'er desperately and futilely tried to retreat, pressing her head tightly against the back seat. The fear of death instantly expanded her pupils. Bang! Pfft! After the sharp sounds, Chun Li'er let out a scream that abruptly stopped, as the arrow pierced her heart through the gaps of her fingers covering her chest. Her delicate fingers fell, the black marten cloak dropped, and blood splattered across her soft chest.

House

The exquisitely cast copper stove rolled off the cart, landing on the snow-covered ground, with a hissing sound as the high temperature melted the snow, producing a continuous wisp of white smoke

The black marten cloak of Chun Li'er was torn away, leaving her body exposed. Lan Xishu's gaze fell directly on Chun Li'er's half-naked, snow-white back, where a vividly blooming red peony tattoo captivated the soul, covering her entire back. A series of green leaves, in varying shades, extended from Chun Li'er's slender waist to her rounded, perky hips. The petals, set against her fair skin, appeared brilliantly colorful, as if painted in rich hues. The intricate layering, combined with the graceful lines of her body, rendered a realism that surpassed both embroidery and ink painting. Lan Xishu felt a slight dizziness again; he had never encountered a woman before. The sight of a half-naked woman was already enough to quicken his heartbeat, but the fact that such a delicate tattoo adorned a woman of the night left him utterly astonished, awakening all his senses in an instant.

It seems that nothing matters anymore, and nothing in the world matters anymore

House

Peony Gate? A flash of brilliance crossed Lan Xi's mind!

Lan Xi's heart trembled for a moment, and an inexplicable dizziness washed over him, as the quivering flesh before him continued to magnify.

Immediately following, Jing Mao'an shouted loudly as he kicked the horse forward.

Lan Xishu suddenly relaxed the murderous intent of forcibly redirecting the crossbow arrows, his heart racing chaotically like a wild dance of southern fists and northern legs. He abruptly turned his head, and his bright eyes, capable of rivaling the brilliance of sword light, locked onto his.

"Three Young Masters! Be careful!" Ding Ya shouted loudly, as the chaos behind intensified. The sound of horses galloping in a frenzy and the clashing of weapons echoed through the night. Suddenly, a whip whistled over the top of the carriage, followed by a thunderous crash that caused the spirited horse to break free. The carriage shook violently as if it were falling apart. Two shafts plunged into the snow with a hard stop, and the unsteady Blue Xishu's head collided with the carriage door, tearing down the curtain. Although his reflexes were quicker than most, his right foot spread apart, and his left leg swung away from the door. The dull sound of strings snapped, and the sound of the pipa shattered. Blue Xishu steadied himself as the carriage came to a halt. The bodies of Chen Wufu and Chun Li'er suddenly lurched forward due to inertia, blocking the door. Chun Li'er's head adorned with hairpins and rings fell and scattered, glimmering brightly, while the crossbow bolt that pierced through the back of Chen Wufu's neck was a shocking sight, blood gushing forth.

Lan Xi furrowed her brow slightly but did not rise from her seat

No one has yet been able to impose life-threatening danger upon him while he wields the Blue Dawn Book's continuous crossbow arrows

A hesitant murmur! That arm holding the sword foolishly maintains its stance of wielding the sword

The heartbeat of Lan Xi Shu came to a halt, deaf and blind, as if in a dream; the entire world was reduced to these eyes that slowly widened, slowly questioned, and then slowly melted like ice and snow.

The horse galloped swiftly, suddenly turning around with the reins in the north of the carriage. Ding Ya stood upright on the horse and shouted, "Stop her!"

A group of useless individuals! Three people still cannot handle it! Lan Xishu was slightly angry, but did not look up

A milky white flower, exposed to the outside, trembles incessantly with the rhythm of the carriage, blood flowing down along its sides.

Uncertain whether it was shock or fear, Lan Xishu broke out in a cold sweat on his back

This pair of bright eyes, which instantly changes with the seasons upon seeing him

Lan Xi's feet stepped on Chen Wufu's broad back, and as he leaned forward, the two-foot-long, dark short gun came into view. Damn it, this is something I have long dreamed of! A generous gift from Chen Wufu at his death!

Lan Xishu's momentary distraction was like a sudden explosion on his scalp. The crossbow bolt infused with his consciousness pressed against his horizontal short sword, the danger of a swift strike to the throat momentarily eased. However, the short sword, though not aimed to kill, was unyielding; as its force increased, the crossbow bolt shadowed him closely. With a flick of the wrist, the sword wielder preemptively restricted Lan Xishu's ability to shoot the crossbow, keeping the sword tip always a finger's breadth from Lan Xishu's throat. Forced to stagger, Lan Xishu's right hand inadvertently strayed from the short firearm, and the cherished object within reach clattered to the floor of the carriage. The sudden turn of events left Lan Xishu exceptionally frustrated.

Stop! The crisp voice of the daughter rang out like a silver bottle shattering, cold and clear. The visitor had surprisingly discerned Lan Xishu's subsequent reactions and thoughts