Chapter Four: A Sword's Affection
When anger reaches its peak, it becomes speechless
Wuliang stood frozen in place with his hand outstretched, then slowly crouched down, cradling his head in deep thought. He recalled from the first sentence to the last, feeling increasingly frustrated to realize that he did not understand the source of the black-clad youth's anger
She had not made up for that sleep until lunchtime
The cool sensation immediately spread along Wushilang's tongue, as the pill carried a faint fragrance, gradually seeping into her throat.
Then, with the most enchanting expression, she glanced at the master of the sword
Leng Wushuang stood quietly in her courtyard, gazing outward
There will be no issues; I am responsible for involving her in my own villa.
The one who went missing is Zhou Yidao, responsible for the meals in the village. It turns out that in the martial world, he became known for his swift and sharp blade, and after becoming a chef, he has never parted with his kitchen knife.
Then, Wushilang smiled confidently, his eyes squinting into a narrow slit: "I say, Wushuang, could it be that you have already started to like me, which is why you are so good to me?"
The face of the young man in black immediately turned as red as an apple. There was no time to pull down Wulilang, so he could only reach out and barely catch the beast's first leap with the green sword.
The young man did not respond to her, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the beast across from him, his entire being radiating an intense killing intent. The wind that brushed past him transformed into small whirlwinds, swirling around the fallen bamboo leaves, causing them to spin rapidly.
A person who never parts with their knife actually threw their knife in the kitchen
Wulou originally had nothing to prepare. He simply covered his chest with a piece of pot bottom and protected his neck with a piece of iron sheet
Just as I thought of this, the door creaked open, and in came the unparalleled young master, his head held high, exuding an air of arrogance, elegantly carrying a food box in his hand
The hourglass on the table in the hall is flowing grain by grain. According to the hourglass, it is already the third watch of the night. In another hour, we will have endured the time and can rush towards the light
When Wuliang turned his head, the sound of scratching against the wall immediately ceased. She saw a dark shadow standing on the other side of the wall, about the height of a person.
"I am not Miss Su..." Fifty Lang explained for the one hundred and first time, "My surname is Xiao, and my name is Fifty Lang." She cast a nervous glance at the madam, truly feeling a pang of sympathy, even though she had explained the whole situation from the very beginning.
"Where are they?" The old master Leng suddenly stood up, his face filled with surprise, inadvertently dragging the bamboo chair he was sitting on far away.
"May I ask why the two of you require me to hand over the Silver Frost?" The old landlord's heart suddenly skipped a beat
As it was close to the hall, the faint candlelight leaked out, flickering on her face and making the bloodstains on her chin appear even more grotesque
The pain in my arm is intensifying, yet I do not dare to take a glance at it myself
Wuliang quietly glanced at Leng Wushuang, observing him with his eyes downcast, an expression of indifference on his face, which made Wuliang feel somewhat disheartened
A martial artist who has offended their enemies, if they have no attachments and wish to retreat from the world, can enter the villa with this asylum token, and the villa will naturally ensure their safety
This time, unexpectedly, there was no sound of metal clashing
The young man in black glanced at the Qingfeng sword in Wulilang's hand, shot her a cold look, and silently unfastened the light golden sword, handing it over.
With a clang, the sword that had been drawn was sheathed again. The young man in black twitched the corner of his mouth, began to tilt his head back, and continued to calmly appreciate the moon, the flowers, and the fragrance of autumn
It is evident that one has reached the peak of anger
"Master, there is someone at the door requesting an audience." The gatekeeper, Guard Zhang, rushed over, panting, holding a green bamboo slip in his hand, on which the words 'sword dismount' were inscribed
Using the body of the deceased, it is slowly refined from within the abdomen, imbued with the aura of death, thus resulting in an exceptionally strong toxicity
However, she was forgotten by the people of the villa, who had regarded her as the ghost-exorcising female celestial master, Su Ruoruo. They believed that as long as they did not hold Su Ruoruo back, they were helping her
Wuliang smiled and shook his head, pointing at the small blue sword on his shoulder and said, "I want that one."
Wuliang's eyes began to silently shed tears, one after another, each drop falling faster than the last
A cold light flashed by, cutting half an inch off the ends of Wulilang's hair
In such a sad and terrifying atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but show a hint of a smile when they looked at the fifty-year-old man who was stuck in the wall
Leng Wushuang suddenly shivered for no reason, turned her face, and seriously changed the subject, "In the village, the hidden dangers have not been eliminated, and it is not completely safe"
The poison of Wulilang was solidified at the wrist due to a tiny pill, with the toxin appearing like a dark birthmark, revealing a grotesque state.
In the past, while at home reading about the heroes of the martial world, I found these wandering knights to be truly remarkable, feeling both envy and admiration. I fantasized about the day when I could, like these great heroes, use my own martial skills to uphold justice in the martial realm
"Help!" Fifty Lang ran with great energy, but after just two steps, he crouched down. The beast that was fiercely pursuing him leaped over his head due to its excessive force, flying far away and skidding to a stop after several dozen steps. Its eyes turned even redder, clearly indicating that it had been thoroughly enraged by Fifty Lang.
"Get lost..." Cold Wushuang pointed at the door, and the next moment immediately regretted it
Wuliao was quite sensitive about the term 'wángbā'
Should I go out or not
Ah? Wushi Lang looked up at the slightly unnatural expression on Leng Wushuang's face, "What?"
This time, it actually embraced a certainty
He had not been flying for long when suddenly, the sound of scratching against the wall echoed once more.
The old owner of the cold manor was slightly taken aback and asked, "Are you two perhaps mistaking me for someone else"
The man had a broad mouth and a square face, with a tall and robust physique, resembling a giant tower. His bare chest was covered with blood-red symbols, which twisted and crawled across his entire chest, creating an exceptionally eerie appearance
But in just a year... the light in Wulilang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he instantly lost the strength to speak. His pace also slowed down.
May I borrow your sword
The closer it gets, the more bizarre it becomes
He has always been proud and aloof. When he obtained the dual swords that day, he once thought that if it were not for a woman as wonderful as the Goddess of Luo, he would never hand over the female sword to anyone.
In that moment, Wulilang felt a chilling gaze intensely fixated on him with great desire
Moreover, Wulilang's voice has always been loud, and on such a tranquil night, each sentence bursts forth, crisp as the crunch of dried radish.
Now, donning the black attire of Leng Wushuang, I immediately feel the masculine spirit of the past returning to me
I have been truly negligent; it seems that my son has already returned. Without Miss Su's protection, he would surely have fallen victim to foul play.
She bears the weight of the entire Sword Unloading Villa, and the hardships behind it are naturally imaginable
Wujilang's seat has been arranged next to him
From now on, as long as one endures the initial four hours, it will be the time when dawn breaks. According to the descriptions from others in the village, once that time arrives, it is said that everything will go smoothly.
As the light shone, a mouth full of crimson appeared, evoking an indescribable terror
She is slow-witted, prone to crying and throwing tantrums, and even her attempts to run away are half a beat slower than others. If no one goes to protect her, she is likely to be the first to perish.
The guards lying on the ground were in disarray, and the features of each person's face were no longer recognizable. The exposed skin was scratched and bloody, with strands of skin hanging down, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene
Now, the sudden appearance of the last piece truly delighted the old master of the cold estate for quite a long time
While deep in thought, a more intense roar came from the bamboo forest, as if the unknown beast had been thoroughly provoked and was making its final counterattack
The young man in black could not help but feel furious; this woman, since her appearance, had consistently been more of a hindrance than a help.
Young Master Leng's head suddenly throbbed with pain, his expression contorted as he roared: "Fifty Lang..." He truly did not know what to say, only that there was a great furnace of anger within him, and upon seeing Fifty Lang, he felt the urge to erupt once more
The two embraced for a full hour
It is unclear when it began, but the Leng family has started to see a decline in male offspring. By the time of the elder Leng, nearing the age of 50, the talented wife of a doctor became pregnant with their first child
The world is so vast that it is difficult to guarantee the absence of any particular being. In the event that such a being truly exists, it is still necessary to be prepared for potential defenses.
I have come to exorcise the spirits, " Wushilang held his head with both claws, blinking his eyes, looking at him with tearful eyes, in a posture of surrender.
Originally, embroidering such an animal in black seemed quite out of place; however, when worn by Leng Wushuang, it accentuated his cold and austere demeanor even more, making him appear exceedingly noble.
Wuliang's sudden actions caused all of his plans to fall through
Then, she slowly crouched down to pick it up, elegantly binding a cloth strip over her eyes, and stood facing Wulilang, saying coldly: "I am here to help you"
At the point where the door frame was jammed, a pair of chubby feet dangled down, tied with a rope that was pulled tight. The other end of the rope disappeared into the darkness behind the door, which was closed at a forty-five-degree angle. When no force was applied just moments ago, the rope tied to the feet remained still. Now, as Wuliang pushed with force, the rope took on a strange tension, pulling the chubby feet down and wedging them at the door lintel.
The eyes of Wushilang rolled around as he watched the beast's foot about to step on his thigh, yet the boy in black showed no intention of rescuing him. Growing increasingly anxious, he suddenly leaped from the ground and scrambled towards the boy in black.
It is simply worse than death
The lady, feeling grateful, cast a glance at the rosy-faced Wuliang, who was fifty years old.
"Stand still, do not move," said the boy in black, his face full of helplessness. "You cannot go back now; it has already set its eyes on you."
Chen Huyuan counted again, and including Wuliang, only 42 people remained
Its claws fully spread before touching the ground, under the moonlight, thin and sharp, resembling a row of finely forged iron daggers. At the moment of landing, it lightly taps the ground, and then leaps high into the air
Then, bending down to pick up his own male blue sword and inserting it into the scabbard on his back, he caught sight of the female blue sword embedded in the beast's eye, causing a moment of turmoil in his heart. He casually drew the scabbard from his back and threw it to the ground, unexpectedly walking away without looking back.
At that moment, the belt was unexpectedly cut, and the lower part of the skirt fell elegantly to the ground, leaving only the close-fitting undergarments pitifully hanging there
If you do not reply to me, I will come out
Even Gojuro, who stood beside him, felt the powerful aura emanating from him. Gojuro retracted his head slightly and whispered to the side, "Alright, I will go back again"
The expressions of the two individuals were quite serious, and their voices became slightly more impassioned as well
This beast is the most cautious, possessing three parts wisdom and seven parts beastly nature, therefore, although it may not be the most powerful of creatures, it is undoubtedly one of the most difficult to kill.
Wuliang originally harbored a heart set on certain death, but suddenly thrusting out a sword, he unexpectedly managed to narrowly save his life. In that moment, he was filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy, weeping with overwhelming happiness
Before there was time to react, the beast had already launched its second round of predation
In that instant, the beast in the distance had already adjusted its position and leaped over again
Her head full of hair was tousled into a bird's nest
Outside the house, there remains a profound silence
Fifty Lang's cold sweat began to pour out, even the soles of his feet were damp.
A single sword strike was delivered, swift as the wind, rapid as lightning, without a moment's hesitation. That massive creature struggled not at all; it twitched a few times in place before crashing to the ground, lifeless.
"You, go back!" The young man in black, wielding a blue sword, with his long robe billowing, had his long, dark hair disheveled due to the intense fighting, cascading down from his shoulders. Under the moonlight, his hair shone darkly, accentuating his jade-like complexion and picturesque features.
A murder case is about to occur
Then, a chilling and eerie wind swept through, completely awakening the furious Wuliang with his sword raised
Fifty Lang followed closely behind, jogging while striking up a conversation, shaking off the earlier feeling of fear, "Brother, what is your surname? What is your mother's surname? You..."
Unbeknownst to me, one by one, the people outside the window have quietly departed.
Are you there? Give me a word! Her voice began to carry a sobbing tone
With a clatter, both the chopsticks and the table were split in two.
She has no martial arts skills at all; sending her away is the most correct decision
Only after meeting the other party did the old landlord realize what Zhang Huyuan meant by not being simple
Therefore, one can simply sit here and observe the changes
Thus, Wulilang stood up with great ambition, holding his sword, and leaped out of the hall.
That feeling of being treated as food reemerged, as Wuliang retreated while tightly holding onto the Qingfeng sword
It turned out that there were about ten guards standing behind the two of them, covered in black water, all shouting and cursing loudly.
The young man in black, with an expression of impatience, pushed the tip of his sword a few more inches forward, pressing it against Wuliang's neck, cold and chilling, swiftly pulling Wuliang back to reality
Outside the hall, the fog is thickening, denser than in the evening, stirring the darkness of the night, which further evokes a sense of unease in people's hearts
He stood there in a daze, with an expression of disbelief on his face, as Wushilang rushed over to give him a bear hug
The lady wiped her tears while choking back sobs: "This child, Wushuang, has finally grown up!"
The feet do not touch the ground at all
The bright light of the past may have increased people's sense of security, but in the current situation, the glaring hall appears even more eerie. The stark contrast between the brightness inside the hall and the darkness outside accentuates the outside's ominous, foggy atmosphere. From the array of wooden doors in the hall, it seems as if many dark mouths are waiting for Wulilang to approach.
Idiot! Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth, quickly took off her outer robe, and threw it at Wushilang, covering him completely. Then, in a fit of anger, she waved her sleeve and left again.
Old Master Leng
Something happened. Fifty Lang exclaimed in surprise, then ran over, standing beside Leng Wushuang, pointing at the large pot and shouting.
This sense of powerlessness suddenly gave rise to a feeling within him that his life had come to an end and that his nemesis had finally appeared
Suddenly, the young man in black stopped, blocking Wulilang with his sword. He tilted his head slightly and said: "Stay."
He sighed, giving a rather nagging reminder for the first time: "If you stay, you must be obedient"
The wind blew with an even more sinister intensity, one gust after another, each stronger than the last. Three of the four candles in the hall were extinguished, leaving only one remaining, its flame flickering erratically.
Old Master Leng chuckled and waved his hand, saying: "In these years, those who have come are not simple."
The pungent and sticky scent of the black dog blood lingered in Wushilang's throat for quite a long time
This sense of relief is something that others cannot comprehend
This statement is quite rugged, as if saying, ah, you can rest assured and die peacefully...
The lady slowly walked to the stove, then crouched down, and with a slight touch of her finger, there indeed were dark red bloodstains on it
Occasionally, there are sounds of metal clashing
Then quietly fell in love with oneself
Indeed, for so many years at the Sword-Removing Villa, those who sought refuge all carried heavy grudges. Behind each person lies a history of blood and storm. No matter how complicated the matter may be, it appears simple in the eyes of the old master of the villa.
After the death of the old master of the Xie Jian Mountain Villa, the madam took on the entire responsibility of the villa. In everyone's eyes, the madam was the person who could be absolutely trusted
With a whoosh, Wulilang was kicked fiercely by him, soaring like a shooting star, whistling through the wind, across half of the courtyard, and crashing heavily into the bamboo forest.
You," Leng Wushuang put down the broken chopsticks and said: "Change to that side." She pointed her finger at the seats where the guards were sitting, giving a cold command.
Discarding the sword is merely a direct response to the shattering of one's own illusions
Although it remains cold and icy, it has already taken on a hint of warmth that is barely perceptible
The lady trembled as she shook off a garment, her complexion growing even paler
The beast drew closer, its fleshy feet treading on the bamboo leaves, producing a muffled rustling sound. With each sound, Wulilang felt a heart that was ready to perish.
"This cannot be calculated this way. If it were not for..." As the words trailed off, I noticed the figure of the young man in black ahead suddenly stiffen, then turn around, slowly raising his hand, and gently resting it on the hilt of the sword behind him, his gaze as cold as iron, shooting a chilling glare.
The wrist raised a flurry of sword flowers, and in an instant, that piece of clothing transformed into strips of fabric, hanging in tatters on Wuliang's body, a sight of utter disarray
"I wonder how our humble village can assist you two," the anxious old master of the cold village inquired, feeling a sense of urgency. This matter involved the Miao region and needed to be resolved swiftly. In another month, the madam would be giving birth, and he must be by her side no matter what.
Trust and being trusted have long been deeply rooted in everyone's psyche, therefore, everyone has reason to believe that once the lady has matured in her thinking, she will certainly analyze the pros and cons clearly for everyone
The sudden strong wind completely shattered Wulilang's nerves
She stood rigidly in front of the barrel, trembling as she gripped the Qingfeng sword. After much contemplation, she steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and slowly turned her head away.
Rather than relying on others, one should rely on oneself. Finally, Wushi Lang gave up on the assistance of the young man in black. He reached towards his back, exerted a slight force, and drew out the most delicate of the three swords strapped across his back, the small green sword. Without a moment's hesitation, he thrust it towards the eyes of the approaching monster.
The young man in black suddenly froze, a faint anger rising on his face. He sheathed the light golden small sword back into his back with a swift motion, turned around, and stepped out of the hall without looking back
Wuliang's heart sank suddenly, his mind occupied by the black-clad youth, the fierce roar, the intense sound of metal clashing, how could it all have fallen into silence so abruptly
Then let it stay, he has made a promise, and the words left behind naturally have his protection. After all, Wulilang is also innocently involved in this matter
He is truly handsome, even lifting a foot is done with such elegance, making my heart race like a fawn, completely showing signs of infatuation.
Under the moonlight, his face was as cold as ice, his eyes like cold stars, his lips pressed tightly together, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his entire body was tense and rigid
Then, with a sense of frustration, I lamented: this woman, where is the beauty of a celestial being, the grace of a peony? She is far from my initial expectations; how am I to reconcile with this?
The candlelight continuously elongates and shortens the shadows in the room
"Hmm, our young master despises the touch of others," maid C also joined in the reminiscing.
Thus, she smiled at the young man with great femininity, her mouth a vivid crimson; when illuminated by the candlelight, it was breathtaking.
This afternoon, he was alone hiding in the kitchen
The tall man behind, filled with the joy of having survived a calamity, looked on with a smile at Miss Su, who was embracing their young master, clearly pleased with the situation.
In the clearing before the bamboo forest, there stood a gigantic beast, its eyes resembling two lanterns, glowing with a red light. Its body was as large as a tiger, and its fur was a vivid red. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that its fur was not naturally this color, but rather stained with the blood and sweat secreted from its body, covering its entire coat. Its four sharp claws were like blades, thin and sharp at the tips. At this moment, the beast was digging into the earth, arching its back, with a fierce gaze as if it were about to pounce.
No wonder he asked this, as his newly acquired concubine is excessively gentle and quiet, even trembling for a long time at the sound of thunder and lightning. To say that she is a thief who has fled with stolen treasures is truly beyond comprehension
What lingers in my mind is the rolled-up pant legs of Wulianglang due to wrestling, with his fair and smooth calves partially visible, revealing an incredibly enticing sight
A淡金 sword is exceptionally elegant, while a pair of ancient swords in a bluish hue features one that is long and imposing, and the slightly shorter one is delicate and exquisite
Silver coins fell to the ground one by one, ringing as they struck the surface, resonating in the hearts of everyone present. The sound of the silver coins hitting the ground instantly stirred the emotions of the crowd, making them feel that the plum rain season was not so unbearable after all
The young man in black was entangled in his thoughts, while on the other side, Wushilang was immersed in the sweetness of holding a handsome man, the more he thought about it, the better it seemed
Leng Wushuang's cold and silent demeanor was suddenly interrupted as she spoke, breaking the joyful laughter of everyone present
After all, I have kept my promise
Boom, the last bit of patience of the unparalleled young master is about to be exhausted... A strong chill emanates powerfully from his body, and his hand gripping the sword trembles with anger...
With a cheerful demeanor, Wuliang's smile became even more enigmatic
They are utterly lacking in morality, as they actually secured the door from the inside with a bolt
disgusting and salivating it seems
Not good
Hello, open the door, I want to go in. Fifty Lang lowered his voice
Leng Wushuang, feeling quite impatient, raised the Xiongqing Sword and brushed aside the hand of Wuliang who was gripping her sleeve. She replied coldly, "Not for the time being, I still have a year to live"
Only two people remained in the room
When it was time for dinner, Wushilang had not stepped out of the house even once, hiding alone inside and weeping profusely in self-reflection
That pair of female Qing swords, which was originally in her own hand, was unexpectedly drawn out by her.
The entire hall immediately became much brighter
Wuliang and Leng Wushuang stood facing each other, both staring wide-eyed for a long while. Finally, Leng Wushuang spoke up: "You may leave this place"
The voice is magnetic and melodious; however, the choice of words is somewhat overly simplistic, leaving one at a loss for understanding
Then, without looking back, he walked away briskly
In such weather, no one's spirits are likely to be high
His outline gradually became apparent
The conversation lacks coherence and clarity
The unparalleled young master has finally succumbed to despair, abandoning the legend of the ancient sword
The lady suddenly turned pale, her eyes drifting outside the room. After a long while, she asked, "Wushuang, do those bloodstains contain phosphorus powder?"
In passing, I mourn my only set of calm purple attire
All the people of the villa gathered in the Hall of Gathering of Talents
Leng Wushuang's face returned to its original state, gazing at Wuliang with an unperturbed expression, rendered speechless.
When it landed, it was unclear what it had struck, soft and yielding, accompanied by a crisp sound of shattering.
Wuliao observed him frown, and immediately half of his three souls and seven spirits flew away, with saliva almost dripping from the corner of his mouth. Under the candlelight, the youth's brows resembled the curved willows; a slight furrow transformed his originally stern face, adding a touch of liveliness.
Rushed over at an extremely fast speed
He firmly believes in the legend of the ancient swords. From a very young age, he learned about the origins of these twin swords from ancient texts. Since that time, he secretly resolved to find these swords and then, together with his beloved, to enjoy the pleasures of the martial world.
On this day, a continuous rain was falling
Anyone who is discarded like trash three times in a single night would not feel good about it
Wuliang lay in a quail-like position on the bed, looking towards the window with a face full of convulsions, "Wushuang, you brought everyone to disturb the wedding chamber..."
The rope binding the corpse was suddenly pushed aside by Wulilang, causing a dark, ink-like filthy water to spill down from above the corpse. Although Leng Wushuang's lightness skill was unparalleled, she managed to escape from the kitchen at the first moment, yet Wulilang's arm still got splashed with some of it
This was the first complete sentence that Wuliao Lang spoke after meeting him
The sky is overcast, and a musty odor permeates the air. This is characteristic of the plum rain season in Jiangnan, where it often rains continuously for several days, leaving everything damp.
This is originally a rare antidote in the martial world, difficult to obtain even for a thousand gold pieces. A tiny grain of it is particularly precious because the person who refined it has withdrawn from the world of martial arts. There were once those who fought fiercely over it, resulting in bloodshed.
Just as I took a small step forward, I was blocked by the lady, who waved her hand tearfully and said, "Miss Su, rest assured, you can go with peace of mind. We will definitely not hold you back underground."
Once the chirping sound disappears, there is only silence
He changed into a black robe, on which a highly imposing phoenix was embroidered in light gold thread, slanting from the chest to the hem of the robe. With every movement, the large phoenix seemed as if it were about to take flight, appearing remarkably lifelike
Leng Wushuang walked ahead, and it had been a long time since Wushiro caught up. She felt strange in her heart and pretended to casually turn around. She glanced briefly and saw her with a disappointed face, hanging her head. Her heart softened instantly.
The boy in black stood rigid like a statue behind Wuliang, his expression complex as he watched Wuliang's sword pierce the beast's eye
Crying, the cold and unyielding head is as large as a bucket, one can only compromise, saying: "Then let it stay."
Indeed, it is as such; that large beast, with its red eyes turning, has already cast its gaze towards Wuliang. Upon seeing her cowering appearance, more drool flows from its mouth, sticky and falling in clumps from the corners of its lips.
Who is she? Everyone has a question in their eyes.
While everyone is awake, Wuliang is the only one intoxicated
Seeing Wushiro rapidly climbing up, the black-clothed youth immediately collapsed, and the plan that had been set up had to be scrapped.
Wuliang lay in bed for half a day holding the quilt, yet he could not fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Leng Wushuang's cold brows and eyes, with an expression of unwavering defiance.
At this moment, Wulilang made a decision that would impact the majority of his life
Fifty Lang was screaming while tugging at the sleeve of the young man in black, jumping around chaotically
Leaving behind the innocent-looking Wuliang, who is now squatting on the ground, clutching his head with both hands, deeply pondering why he has offended him once again
The cold, emotionless voice conveyed a hint of impatience
The beast finally scraped its claws, leaping into the air with a low growl.
Continuing, the unparalleled young master made a great effort to calm his fluctuating emotions, feigning composure. Silently gazing skyward, he did not even glance at Wushi Lang, and with a single, graceful wave of his hand, he effortlessly cast the still-poisoned Wushi Lang away.
The lady paused for the duration of an incense stick, then wearily rose, waved her sleeve, and said, "Everyone should return for now; I will inform you of the specific matters before dinner. I believe I need to first organize the background and details in the most concise manner."
Suddenly, the beast let out a roar, hunched its back and extended its claws, and unexpectedly lunged at Gojirō, intending to leap over the black-clad youth and directly pounce on Gojirō.
Then, feeling suffocated, I returned to the empty front hall, where bowls of various sizes on the table were filled with black dog blood. In the doorway, there was also a bucket placed.
Wuliang obediently pressed his face to the ground, pretending to be dead
Wulirang swallowed hard with tears in her eyes, trying to get rid of the fishy taste in her mouth. Little did she know, due to nodding off, a considerable amount of black dog blood had already trickled out from the corner of her mouth, staining her chin with streaks of red.
Wuliang adjusted his mind, unfastened the Qingfeng sword from his waist, held it in his arms, and then carefully lit two more candles beside the candlestick
Madam, the young master is quite vigorous. The guard's eyes glistened with tears as he clenched his fist in admiration
"Unmatched..." The lady saw the two embracing, filled with surprise and joy, and glanced at the enormous figure on the ground, her face losing color. "When did you return?"
Two individuals, each with their own thoughts, silently walked through the corridor, preparing to enter the living room
Fifty-year-old Lang stood rigidly, drenched in sweat, behind the black-clad youth, not daring to move even a little finger, trembling with fear as he locked eyes with the crimson beast.
Take it off
He suddenly choked, quickly shaking his head, hoping to swiftly shake off the image of that spring scene from his mind
The evening of the second day arrived quickly
He does not know why he is doing this; he just subconsciously feels that showing such a fifty-year-old man to others would make him feel very uncomfortable
"Hello, are you outside?" Fifty Lang asked in a low voice while retreating, his voice trembling. Suddenly separating from the boy in black, Fifty Lang was instantly brought back to the earlier feeling of loneliness and helplessness.
Because, even if he were killed, he would not believe that his wife could be Wushi Lang
In just four short words, he immediately cast Wulilang into the abyss
Suddenly, the sound of the wall bending on the exterior vanished all at once
Tease him, catch up to him, and then... let him live in the noisy atmosphere of his own home, break him down...
The young man in black took a few steps, suddenly stopped, slightly turned his face, and with a slight flick of his hair that hung down to his waist, he coldly said without turning back: "Come here."
Fiftyro is hanging on the black-clothed youth, pointing with a hoarse voice, spitting while shouting excitedly and patting the youth's shoulder with his hand. "Hurry up, haven't you eaten enough... Raise the sword a little higher...".
Thus, she kept crying, kept crying
The fifty-year-old man, halted by the sword, gazed affectionately at the young man in black, a dazed smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling with love.
Upon seeing the improved version of Wulilang's clothing, he frowned and coldly said: "Take it off"
The insidiousness of this poison lies in its onset, causing unbearable pain and itching that cannot be distinguished from each other. Even if one scratches continuously, it cannot alleviate the slightest suffering. The itching and pain that emanate from the bones make people suffer until the last moment before death.
Wuliang was arranged to stay in a villa that was closest to Leng Wushuang. Although it was only separated from Young Master Wushuang by a courtyard, it was evidently much more luxurious.
Upon thinking of this, Wulilang stood up, raised a bowl of black dog blood, took a sip, and held it in his mouth
Upon arriving at the Gathering Hall, the matriarch took a moment to compose herself and began the arduous task of recollection
As soon as he sat down next to him, a cracking sound was heard. Wulilang glanced over, and the young master Leng Wushuang remained expressionless as he sat there; however, the pair of chopsticks in his hand had been snapped in two.
Although the robe is still loose, at least it looks somewhat presentable
This rise and fall
"Is there really such a person?" Wushi Lang could not help but interject, only to be fiercely glared at by Leng Wushuang. The madam's face turned even paler due to Wushi Lang's question
He stared with wide eyes, his starry gaze flickering slightly, his thin lips moving slightly as he coldly uttered two words: "Stay."
The young man in black narrowed his eyes, his expression remaining unfazed, cold as frost, yet the sword in his hand slowly and gradually drew back, suggesting a hint of rescue.
He did not even want to delve into the reasons for concealing the truth from her
So effortless, so casual, as if it were placed on his back specifically for her, just a simple pull, and it easily slipped out of the scabbard
It is silent.
The guards at the back immediately expressed their support
The lady was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, patting Wulilang on the back and saying, "What does it matter? As long as we can exorcise ghosts, it makes no difference whether the surname is Xiao or Su."
Stacked very neatly
The poor Young Master Wushuang, who merely has a slight obsession with cleanliness, changes his clothes every day, although they are all of the same color and style. The servants believe he has been wearing the same robe for a long time. He always wipes and wipes anything that has been touched by others. Now that the female Qing sword has been held by Wulilang for so long, it has deviated far from his original expectations. After the fantasy has shattered
The mouthful of dog blood lingered in Wuliang's mouth, gradually mixing with her saliva over time. Wuliang, naturally rough and unrefined, held his sword and waited for half an hour, yet it remained eerily quiet all around. Unable to bear it any longer, he rested his head on the table and dozed off.
When Gorō saw that sword, he couldn't help but shiver.
At that time, the old master was still there, and the manor was still accepting knights from the martial world who wanted to retire.
Wuliao was astonished to see everyone nodding their heads vigorously.
Do not speak of these matters any longer, there is only one day left, and then it will be the third day apart again. Cold Wushuang pinched the blood letter with her index finger, turned her head to glance sideways, and suddenly asked: "Whose blood would be mixed with phosphorus powder?"
Getting closer and closer, getting even closer, close enough to touch your own body!
Thus, Wulilang happily took the female Qing sword, casually returned the Qingfeng sword that was hanging at his waist to the madam, sweetly spat on the sword sheath, rolled up his sleeves to wipe it repeatedly until the sheath shone brilliantly, and then, unfastening his belt, he swiftly inserted it into his waist.
Leng Wushuang sighed, casting a complex glance at Wushi Lang, whose eyes were red and swollen. His large eyes had turned into two walnuts from crying, his small nose was flushed, and his lips were rosy, clearly displaying an innocent and trusting demeanor
A large pot, cold and tightly sealed, with not a single gap.
Although it is a question, her expression reveals to everyone that there is something strange about it
... ... This is the young master of our Unsheathed Sword Villa ... ... The old butler clenched his fists with tears streaming down his face, expressing the highest admiration for Cold Unmatched's rogue behavior.
Those waters are not merely simple corpse water; they have a formidable name, known as Sacred Domain Corpse Oil
At this meal, only Wu Lang and Leng Wushuang were absent.
In the dim, hazy darkness, apart from the faint moonlight, there is only obscurity
She stole the treasure of our Miao village and escaped. We have been pursuing her for three years now. If the treasure does not return this year, the lives of the one thousand five hundred people in the village will be at risk
If I go out, I might be in danger; if I don't go out, I won't know the situation outside. If I encounter danger, I might still be able to help that young man.
Dressed in black like the night, the hem of the garment is embroidered with a blooming snow lotus in light gold thread. Her hair resembles silk, simply gathered at the top of her head with a white jade hairpin, while the rest cascades down her shoulders. She has a slender and tall figure, standing upright, with three treasured swords slanted across her back—two are blue and one is gold.
Wuliang roared in anger with a clang, drawing his sword with a flick of his hand
Seeing the eager gazes of the crowd directed at himself and Gojuro, he suddenly felt flustered. Then, looking at Gojuro, who was embracing him with a rosy face and a beaming expression, he couldn't help but feel furious. His handsome face twisted for a moment, and then he raised his hand, swiftly and elegantly tossing Gojuro out once again.
Lifting the hem of her garment to show the lady, "Madam, look, there is also a phoenix."
Although we have always adhered to atheism, here everything is permeated with this strangeness, everything goes against the usual reality.
With a swift motion of the hand, he unexpectedly cut off a section of his own robe.
Upon learning that the visitor had already arrived in the front hall, the old master Leng hurried away, leaving the escort Zhang far behind.
"Get up," said the boy in black, expressionless as he sheathed his sword. He effortlessly reversed the sword and inserted it, then walked ahead. After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around, pointed a finger at Wushilang, and coldly said, "One hundred taels"
It can actually distinguish between strength and weakness, and change its prey on its own.
Moreover, his sword has always been his treasure, and he never allows anyone to touch it, not even the madam. The maid Ding, being very clever, directly pulled the madam over to serve as a witness
Thus, Wulilang found himself frozen like a popsicle in the face of the powerful aura emanating from a person and a beast
It is merely that the way of expressing love is somewhat unconventional
Then, slightly narrowing the gap between my fingers, I looked over.
Without the expected pain of hitting the ground, her arms hooked onto a fluffy, soft trunk, and she let out a big sigh
This child is always so creative
A continuous hiccup of crying, a face full of mixed emotions.
The face is as cold as ice, as white as jade, and a pair of black eyes shine brightly under the flickering light.
Fifty Lang ran ahead, the kitchen door was slightly ajar. Originally, everyone entered one by one. On the way back, Fifty Lang wanted to push the door open as wide as possible, so that the entrance would be more spacious.
One can only rely on having slightly better lightness skill and a bit more understanding of swordsmanship to have some chance of victory
Fifty Lang's heart suddenly became flustered. At first, she thought that if she really couldn't hold on, she could slip back to the ground, at worst, she would lose face, but there was still hope of survival.
The young man in black slowly put the sword that had already been drawn back into its scabbard, and began to look up at the moon with an indifferent expression, as if it had nothing to do with him...
Shiro followed behind with a smiling face.
Step by step, moving extremely slowly, gradually arrived at a place illuminated by candlelight
Upon hearing this, Gorō suddenly became angry and slammed the table, saying indignantly, "I was born a member of the Cold family, and even in death, I will remain a Cold family ghost. I will never abandon my comrades in times of danger."
Ah... monster... Wushiro explodes with rage, extending two fingers and quickly poking its eyes, then without hesitation, fiercely headbutting the beast's nose with his own skull. The beast howls in pain, shakes its head and roars. Wushiro falls off its body, rolling and crawling forward.
What is this? Wushilang couldn't help but ask.
In the kitchen, the madam's eyes were filled with tears, yet she held a sharp sword firmly, gritting her teeth to block the guards who were equally filled with sorrow.
The lady clapped her hands and laughed heartily, continuing with a cheerful tone: "It doesn't matter what your surname is, once you enter the door, you will all take the surname Leng, and you will be known as Lady Leng."
Wuliang ignored the treasured sword and lunged forward with a bear hug, intending to once again attach like an octopus. Unfortunately, the young man in black vividly remembered the last incident and swiftly turned away, evading the embrace.
Leng Wushuang felt her face heat up under the intense gaze, let out a cold snort as a response, and with a flick of her large sleeves, awkwardly took the lead and stepped out.
Is that really considered shyness? Isn't it like Mars colliding with Earth?! As soon as Wulilang landed, he felt a wave of dizziness, "Madam, he is shy."
Finally, I began to believe that the Peerless Young Master has already developed deep feelings for me.
Fiftyro's tears flowed loudly...! ... I made a slip of the tongue and accidentally blurted out my inner wish, which is really embarrassing! Embarrassment is one thing, but the crucial point is that my own life may be in danger!
Not afraid of ten thousand, only afraid of the unexpected.
Slowly opening his eyes, Gorō was immediately confused.
The result startled me!
So, we can only get through this night.
Holding her small face and dragging Leng Wushuang's outer garment, Wuliang ran swiftly. As he approached the corner near the other courtyard, he stumbled due to his excessive speed.
The events took place twenty years ago
"Do not touch the black water, it is toxic." The lady's face turned even paler as she saw several guards about to start wiping the black water off each other, and she suddenly shouted.
The beast began to grow impatient, arching its body, and glaring at Gojuro with shining eyes, a precursor to its attack.
Overbearing!
However, since I have chosen him, from now on, I have to gradually change him, melt him little by little, and make him less cold and aloof.
Fiftyro cried with great pleasure, leaning over and pulling up the sleeves of the familiar and cold Wu Shuang while wiping his nose desperately. "If I go out, I will be killed. Wouldn't that be even more of a loss?"
As evening approached, the manor was naturally shrouded in a desolate and chilly atmosphere. The originally gorgeous sunset glow, seen from the manor, appeared as if blood had stained the entire sky, creating a magnificent yet unsettling sight.
However, once you look back, everything returns to normal.
A heart filled with sweetness, a life with a goal, a bright future!
The young master Leng Wushuang is furious again, slamming the door in anger and storming out.
Everyone's eyes instinctively turned towards the large pot on the stove
It suddenly fell silent
Two emotionally stirred individuals embraced from the third watch of the night until the fourth watch.
Wushiro sat behind the table, holding his precious sword, looking at the bowls of black dog blood on the table, lost in thought.
The sword was held with a tremor, clearly not out of fear
It seems that this fellow intends to stand by and do nothing in the face of death
Yinshuang's surname is Hong. Her current nickname is Toutou. She was taken as the third concubine by the old master just a year ago. She has a gentle personality and is timid. It is said that she was originally the daughter of a wealthy family in the Miao village. However, due to her parents being robbed, she ended up wandering to southern Anhui.
This is a personal token of affection, so it must be carried at all times
It turns out that its vital point is actually located in the eye
Just after lunch, everyone spontaneously formed a circle and counted the scattered silver together. After counting the scattered silver, they counted the whole silver. Thanks to the well-managed three ladies of the villa, they exchanged some of the whole silver for scattered silver, so that everyone could have the final entertainment.
Standing at the back, Leng Wushuang was quick-witted and agile, leaping forward and swiftly grabbing Wuliang with his long arms
A Miao couple is sitting on the chairs in the front hall.
Poke its nose with a sword...
Leng Wushuang woke up immediately at the first call of the Madam.
This is called "Mother-in-law looking at daughter-in-law", the more she looks, the more lovely she appears.
A single sentence stirred up Goro's originally calm emotions.
She's fine if she doesn't run, but as soon as she runs, the dark shadow behind also follows closely.
Of course, that person must be as beautiful as a fairy, with a demeanor like a peony. Every frown and smile makes people feel love from the bottom of their hearts.
A long ancient sword pointed down from Gojuro's head, sliding loosely around his neck. The young man in black clothes, his eyes fell on the blood jade that slipped out of Gojuro's neck. He was slightly startled, but quickly regained his calm demeanor.
That pursed little mouth, those cold little eyes...! So full of flavor!
Upon suddenly waking up, I forgot where I was. Gozaburo was burning with anger because his beautiful dream was interrupted, and he wished he could immediately jump out and punish the person scratching the wall.
Wuliang raised his ears, holding the sword, caught in a dilemma.
As he stood up to applaud, the other burly men who were squatting also jumped up with great effort, joyfully joining in the applause, and the enthusiastic clapping resounded throughout the courtyard.
Then raise the Xiongqing Sword
Still drenched in blood, it spreads endlessly, with the words written above: All 43 members of the village shall pay with their lives
Due to anger, his hands and feet trembled. When the tip of the sword was completely drawn out, it brushed against the belt... A gust of wind blew by, and Wulilang felt a chill in his legs
There are only 42 households in the entire village, yet it now astonishingly states 43 households. Wuliang immediately showed a distressed expression and asked, "Am I being counted as well?"
Her eyes were hazy, her lips slightly parted, and she wore an expression of deep fascination
The atmosphere is so tense, but it cannot stop everyone's ambiguous speculation. A faint smile appeared on everyone's face, and then one by one, they left, leaving the entire Juxian Hall to Wushilang and the cold young master.
I do not know when, a thin mist began to envelop the surroundings, and everything gradually became indistinct. Wuliang glanced timidly at the moon and suddenly noticed that even the moon was surrounded by a fuzzy halo. This kind of moonlight appeared particularly cold, as if the entire moon were made of ice
Actually, this is what she thinks.
Just as Gorou was embracing his sword and entering the realm of dreams, he was abruptly awakened by the sound of scratching on the wall.
Leng Wushuang nodded and surprisingly replied to her in a good-natured manner, "Not bad, it's good to have you."
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at them, all wearing expressions of terror. After a moment of calming down, we all shook our heads, and surprisingly, not a single person could recall anything related to Zhou Yidao.
He had very little contact with women since childhood; the only women he knew, apart from the three ladies in the villa, were the maids
Yes, that's right. Our unparalleled young master has never hugged a girl from childhood to adulthood.
Tears streamed down, and Wushiro completely collapsed.
He had originally planned like this. At the moment, the beast's gaze was drawn to Xiao Wushilang for more than half of it, and he quietly attacked it by surprise.
This time, I have finally managed to gather the last piece.
Wearing women's makeup for so many days has indeed been quite uncomfortable
Fifty Lang has not reacted yet, he has already flown out like a black snow lotus, blooming in the hazy night.
Fifty Lang's eyes immediately brightened like stars, and his head was about to shake off. He grabbed Cold Unparalleled's sleeve and said with a smile, "I'll take your word for it."
The night is as cool as water, inherently very cold, and the scene before me makes one shiver from the depths of their heart
She reached out to push the door, but it seemed to be stuck on something, remaining immobile.
The young man in black was blushing, and finally drew his sword. However, this time the tip of the sword was pointed at Gojuro.
Do not!
After a long while, Leng Wushuang finally spoke again, with a strong sense of resignation, saying: "I had them send you clothes, just like mine, in black."
Fortunately, in just a moment, the lady regained her composure, forcing a pale smile as she said, "We will return, and I will tell everyone the whole story."
Blood was dripping on the knife handle, and coagulated blood, dark and murky, was stuck to the blade in droplets.
Miss Su, what do you think? Who is this vengeful spirit?" The madam immediately clung to Wuliang, her face filled with trust
The moon remains, its light concealed among the leaves of the bamboo grove, a glimmering, enchanting smile, a faint radiance...
In the cold wind, a foul smell of blood wafted, blowing into the hall in gusts. Wushiro widened his eyes and tilted his ear to listen to the sounds outside.
It is the first time I have seen such a distorted face and complex expression
Better to be alone for a lifetime than to settle for a wife with whom one has no compatibility
Cold Unparalleled skillfully pulled down the cloth strip covering her eyes, and saw Shirou crying breathlessly, sobbing and choking, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"You look really good in black," the lady said with enthusiastic praise
The sound grew louder, as if by scratching a little more, the things outside the house could claw a hole in the wall and burrow in.
Help! ... ... Hero ... ... " Fifty Lang saw the beast go wild, and was so frightened that he became incoherent.
To be honest, from childhood to adulthood, Wuliang has rarely worn women's clothing. Firstly, there are many brothers and aunts in the family, and compared to the elaborate makeup and dressing routines of the aunts, Wuliang prefers the simple dressing style of his brothers. Secondly, throughout his life, not to mention others, even Wuliang himself has regarded himself as a little boy. As a result, Wuliang has always presented himself as a little boy.
However, today, under such circumstances, this female Qing sword was unexpectedly drawn out in such a casual manner by the woman before me
Without a moment's thought, Wuliang picked up the Qingfeng sword and leaped out. He bounced along the way until he reached the bamboo forest, where he was immediately stunned.
He is surprisingly a remarkably handsome young man
Wuliao cast a resentful glance at Leng Wushuang, then wisely closed his mouth.
Everyone followed his gaze and looked up, all of them taking a deep breath
Wuliang looked down at his own backside, nearly brought to tears, for there lay a white puppy, just two months old, belonging to the second wife, worth indeed... one hundred taels.
For many years, based on their experiences in the martial world, if two individuals are engaged in a contest with full concentration, the presence of a supporter nearby may actually create a sense of dependency in the person being cared for, thereby reducing their effectiveness by half. If the supporter possesses even weaker skills, they may very well become a critical vulnerability for the other party, thus dragging them down.
The shock of this event completely overturned all of his experiences over the past twenty years
From childhood to adulthood, she has always enjoyed teasing others for fun and rarely suffered any losses. However, after encountering Leng Wushuang, she repeatedly embarrassed herself in front of everyone, which added to her humiliation and anger. It made her cry more sorrowfully than ever before.
It is neither an invitation nor a discussion, but rather entirely in the tone of a command
A dark mass slowly approached her as it caught sight of Wushi Lang's eyes glancing over.
Wuliao lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, not daring to move at all
Indeed, when an ordinary person is five steps away from him, he will glare with anger! The guard, with a face resembling constipation, recalled past experiences of being thrown away, his brows twisted into a knot.
Even agreeing to come to Xie Jian Mountain Villa to guard the courtyard was done with a surge of passion
Wuliang's lips moved slightly, wanting to tell the madam about the events of that night. Just as he opened his mouth, Leng Wushuang coldly interjected, "Indeed, this is not the time to discuss names"
Still wearing a black robe, with two swords slung diagonally across the back
She still did not understand the mystery above, exerting herself with all her might. In the final moment, she used every ounce of strength she had, and suddenly, all resistance gave way. Wuliang Lang could not stop himself and was about to crash forward.
Although feeling helpless, upon seeing a group of people peering in through the window, an immediate sense of displeasure ignited within him. Consequently, he tilted his body slightly to block the gazes directed at Wulilang from the crowd.
The sliced meat, thin enough to see through, reveals the scene on the other side. The people in the villa often weep for this reason, as the meat slices tend to get stuck in their teeth. If made into chunks, there would be nothing left but scraps
She suddenly recalled that terrifying and eerie night, the enormous beast, the chilling moonlight, and could not help but shiver
"Will I die?" Wuzhirang asked repeatedly, tears welling in his eyes, as he pulled at Leng Wushuang on the way back to the Xian Hall.
Fifty Lang held his breath all at once, almost unable to bring it up
Therefore, even if she were to be killed, she would not go out
It seems that someone knew something and had early on hidden away in the kitchen, without telling anyone. The dishes in the kitchen remained untouched, clearly indicating that he had no intention of preparing dinner
Thus, Wulilang could only hold onto the Qingfeng sword and continue to remain in the hall
Fifty Lang stood up with his head in his hands, sprinting in the opposite direction. After running a few steps, he slowed down, and the beast that had leaped into the air also slightly retracted its claws, landing triumphantly, waiting to pounce on Fifty Lang
Everyone gasped in shock, and Wushi Lang covered his head in fear
"Will you save me or not... big brother!" Wushilang, overwhelmed by fear, felt weak in his hands and legs, trembling for a long time without being able to stand up. Upon seeing the black-clad youth standing still in front of the bamboo forest, he suddenly became furious
Through the thin fabric of the shirt, the warmth of Wushi Lang, accompanied by the delicate fragrance of a young girl, gradually seeped in
His gaze paused for a moment on Wushi Lang's menacing mouth, then slowly drifted downward, landing on the Qingfeng sword in Wushi Lang's hand. He frowned slightly and asked, "The sword?"
There is one more thing, which is the legendary male and female green swords. According to legend, only couples can possess these two swords. The lady picked up the female green sword that was discarded by Wushuang and continued with a serious expression: "You see, he has discarded the female sword for you; you must understand his intentions."
The youth's eyes flickered, and with a slight curl of his lips, he returned her a cold, faint smile. He extended his long, fair fingers, casually pinching a corner of his robe, lifting it half an inch, and took a step forward with an air of elegance. Suddenly, with a swift kick, he forcefully sent Wulilang flying. Then, he landed with utmost grace, flicked his robe, and his movements were noble and refined, as if he had merely adjusted his robe and tidied his appearance.
The gentle breeze still carries a hint of blood, yet the thoughts of the two embracing individuals completely drift away from the mundane world, one in shock, the other in sweetness
Early in the morning, he bounced into the Gathering Hall, smiling broadly as he flaunted his black robe, the green sword at his waist swaying slightly, full of vitality. This made the First Lady beam with joy, saying: "Wuliang, the more I see you, the more adorable you become"
With ten times the effort used before, I lunged towards the two individuals entangled in a struggle.
The corridors and steps of the daytime have vanished into the obscurity of the dark night, while the bamboo grove across the house is pressed low by the wind, producing a rustling sound. A few branches even seem to reach out like sentient claws towards Wushilang.
The young man in black cast a glance at her, feeling a chill run through his body in the darkness, then slowly sheathed his sword and continued to run ahead in silence
One can leave this place, as there was originally no entanglement with Wushilang. If she leaves here, it is likely that she can escape everything associated with this place
Time passed second by second, and the situation of the Three Kingdoms remained unchanged. Wuliang crouched there, holding his head in deep thought
The two individuals sat upright in their chairs. Upon seeing the old landlord enter, they both stood up and welcomed him together
Fifty Lang's old tears immediately streamed down a few.
He is much taller than Wushilang, and that black robe appears particularly long and oversized on Wushilang. Wushilang used a sword to trim the excess length, and with the cut fabric, he fashioned a belt, tying it loosely around his waist
"Who is it?" the cold old master frowned habitually and asked
The final "um" was soft and shy, laced with a prolonged sulk, causing Leng Wushuang to feel as if she had plunged into an ice cellar from head to toe
Leng Wushuang stood behind her, frowning in contemplation, then her eyes followed the door frame all the way up. The kitchen in the village has always had high beams, and at the point where the door closes, the light is dim, making it appear even more profound and dark.
Completely isolate the appearance of Wulirang, who is inadequately clothed, from everyone else
Leng Wushuang let out a cold laugh, crossing her arms as she looked at Wushilang
The young master in black has been contemplating countless possibilities of encountering calamities in life
The farewell with the unparalleled young master took place at the lunch table.
It has been proven that Wuliang's recovery ability is exceptionally strong
Identity
We have come this time not to seek refuge, but simply to request the old landlord to hand over a person.
With a resolute attitude, she seems to consider herself the most steadfast and virtuous woman in the world
The palm-sized object perched on her forearm, accentuated by her translucent skin, was even more breathtaking.
However, Wushilang's heart settled down in an instant
The anger erupted in an instant
The string in Wuliang's mind snapped with a loud crack, and he turned and ran wildly, swinging his sword chaotically as he dashed towards the barrel of black dog blood in front of the hall's entrance
In fact, it is not that nothing happened, the clothes from Monday are still at the bottom of the pot
It was still cold, but with a hint of thin anger. Leng Wushuang even drew a sword from her shoulder, pointing it at Wuliang.
The habitually abused often engage in self-abuse ... ... It seems that Wulilang has an inherent tendency towards masochism
Once the hidden danger was eliminated, the newly risen courage immediately vanished. Goro turned around and lunged at the stunned young man in black, as usual, with a bear hug!
Leng Wushuang let out a long sigh towards the sky, filled with an indescribable sense of self-pity and sorrow
Indeed, it is not simple
That shoe certainly did not hit the boy in black, but it successfully elevated his anger to the highest point.
The name of the courtyard is "Tianxia," accompanied by the adjacent "Wushuang Courtyard." Together, the two courtyards are called "Tianxia Wushuang."
Ah, indeed," said the lady, as she turned her head to look at the guard behind her
It must be like this... Then, one can join him, sharing love and affection, happily and sweetly hand in hand through the world.
The matter is unexpectedly related to Miaojiang
"If you do not answer me, I will go out to find you." There was a strong sobbing tone in Wushilang's voice, with tears welling up in his eyes, ready to spill over.
The cold aura surrounding Leng Wushuang grew even more chilling. With a flick of her wide sleeves, she swept her icy gaze over Wulilang from head to toe and then from toe to head several times, before disdainfully curling her lips and saying: "Waste."
Due to anger and significant emotional fluctuations, Leng Wushuang did not notice for the first time that a group of individuals, smiling and eavesdropping, had gathered by the window outside the room
Mingming is an exceptionally handsome man, yet he insists on maintaining a stern expression.
One side is scratching, while the other side is accompanied by coarse breathing sounds
After Wuliao finished all this, he realized that his stomach had been growling for quite some time. He simply could not go to the living room, as he had just lost face.
Indeed, there is only a phoenix, but it is a juvenile version, embroidered to resemble a mountain chicken, with sparse feathers and a long neck. The lady immediately cast a reproachful glance at Leng Wushuang.
Her expression was weary and dejected, as if recalling memories had drained her of too much energy
Like a ghost that has just finished drinking human blood
However, they never expected that Xiao Wushilang was not a skilled exorcist
The last shred of patience of the young man in black finally ran out, and with a snap, the veins on his forehead burst, consumed by rage, completely forgetting that there was a powerful monster in front of him
Fifty-year-old Rinko, with tears in her eyes, retreated step by step in panic. After reaching the edge of the bed, she collapsed onto it in an incredibly frail manner, one hand clutching the collar of her robe and the other propping herself up on the bed, her delicate voice filled with a soft complaint: "How annoying, use your hand to untie it, not the sword... is that alright... hmm?"
This time the scratching was more urgent, and Wulilang stood in the hall, growing increasingly fearful as he listened. He trembled while holding the Qingfeng sword.
... completely forced version of a young girl
Tears flowed down my heart like a rushing stream
The commotion caused by Wuliang made him suddenly feel a sense of helplessness that he had never experienced before
"Go back." A shadow flashed at the door, revealing a young man in black, pursing his lips. Upon seeing the glistening tears in Wulilang's eyes, he paused slightly and said, "It will be safer inside."
Boom
Leng Wushuang instinctively justified her actions, then reached out and awkwardly patted Wuliang's head, as if she were petting a giant dog, saying: "You will live a long life, just like a turtle."
A cold remark silenced all of Wulilang's explanations.
The coldness in the room made Wu Shuang furious, her complexion shifting from crimson to ashen. For the first time in her more than ten years of life, she felt what it was like to be on the brink of collapse
They have made judgments based on their own experiences
She did not stop, but instead spun around and ran in the opposite direction, running while crying uncontrollably and shouting: "I said... if not... I will come in through the back door..."
Even in the event of unforeseen changes, one can unexpectedly unleash a torrent of black dog blood
She does not intend to run around aimlessly
The wall indeed something happened
Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, which carried a sense of blessing
She still believes that it was Xiao Wushilang who saved Wushuang that night
Having spoken, one must turn and take a step away
From the side, there is a faint glow above the bloodstain
When the sky had completely darkened, the entire villa was enveloped in silence
Although the handsome young master is charming, he has a perpetual expressionless face and an icy demeanor, never displaying such intense emotions or colors
In a moment of impulsiveness, he yanked off his shoe and hurled it fiercely at the black-clad youth, who stood as steady as a mountain, his expression calm and unperturbed.
Xiao Wushilang was taken aback, a chill rising from the depths of his heart, leaving his hands and feet icy with fear. Unable to endure any longer, he turned and ran towards the secret chamber, glancing back as he ran. The Madam's Qingfeng sword struck against his backside with each step, instilling both fear and anger in him.
This is his greatest concession
After ringing for a while, it suddenly stopped, and everything returned to the previous silence
The last to speak was the matron, who wore a look of relief, placing her hand on her chest and sighing: "I have raised Wushuang for sixteen years, and I have never seen him display so many expressions..."
The atmosphere suddenly became cold
The handsome man's body is slender and tall, pleasant to hold, and carries a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum. Thinking back to his last moment, when he fought fiercely against the beast and achieved a great victory, the complex and inscrutable expression that appeared in the handsome man's eyes brought a wave of secret delight to Wuliang.
The beast was blinking its eyes, drooling profusely as it gazed affectionately at the fifty-tailed creature hanging around its neck, with clumps of thick saliva gluing its whiskers together beneath its lips
Wuliao's face suddenly turned pale, his fingers trembled as he attempted to roll up his sleeves. Several times, when his fingers brushed against the sleeves, they recoiled back.
The two men glared at each other, while Wushi Lang secretly gripped his chopsticks tightly, trying to break them. After a long struggle, he was unable to snap even one. In a fit of anger, he drew the female Qing sword from his waist and struck down with a single blow
Su... Su girl! The lady chuckled awkwardly, directing the maid to rescue Wuliang while apologetically explaining, "Please do not be angry with Wushuang; he is actually just shy."
The beast is panting, its claws scraping the ground, appearing ready to pounce at any moment
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In earlier years, the Xie Jian Mountain Villa issued a total of 50 refuge orders
In just one night, the incident of yesterday was completely forgotten
The two individuals were remarkably resolute and decisive
Wuliao, feeling happy, simply hugged the blanket and rolled over a few more times
Leng Wushuang's eyes flickered gently, dark and bright, like polished black gemstones, radiating a glimmer of unwavering light. "I said, I will not let anything happen to you"
The beast immediately lost its target, growling softly as it searched for the whereabouts of Wulilang, pacing back and forth while searching.
Wuliao looked at him with a timid gaze, covering his chest, and said with a mix of shyness and anger: "You are so bad... Don't come any closer, or I will scream"
"It is her..." The lady's lips suddenly turned pale, and she turned her face, looking around in panic, "Only she would fold clothes like this."
Then, with a very graceful gesture, he casually tossed the fifty-figure statue of Ba away as if it were garbage.
A sense of reverence immediately arose in Wulilang's heart, although his tone was cold and devoid of human emotion, it surprisingly allowed his heart to settle down just like that
The boy in black, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, took a long time before squeezing out two words: "Shut up"
By the time of the cold old master, a total of 49 pieces had been gradually recovered. After a span of 10 years, the last owner of the final piece could not be found.
Her heart felt cold, as her arms had begun to experience the sensation of being cut by a knife
As Wuliang was about to jump over, he grabbed her sleeve, only to have his waist firmly grasped by Leng Wushuang's large hand
The three ladies were dignified and courteous, and the maidservants both respected and feared them, with hardly any woman able to come so close to cause a scene
In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the sound gradually diminished.
"Returning to the owner of the estate, in the front hall," Guard Zhang hesitated for a long time, wanting to say something but holding back. Finally, he could not help but speak, "Old owner, the person who has come is not ordinary."
His words carried a cold tone, clearly meant to be comforting, yet they came out awkwardly.
The dark figure stood still for a long time, and upon seeing Wushilang, it slowly lifted its foot and stepped forward.
I promise... Fifty Lang howled in a hoarse voice, seeing the young man in black draw his sword ten steps away, excitedly dancing with joy, "You saved me, so I will dedicate myself to you and allow you to enter my family through the back door"
The Silver Frost of Gui Village
The head of Wushilang is like a chick pecking at rice
Like a thousand frogs, croaking and jumping, this feeling is unbearable for most people, let alone for someone who is so sparing with words.
Inside was utterly silent, when suddenly a crisp sound of metal clashing came from below. Although it was faint, it caused Wulilang to change his expression completely.
The former glory is no more, leading the cold and elderly landlord to develop the thought of no longer concerning himself with worldly affairs. However, the long-sought refuge order, which he could not obtain, repeatedly delayed his plan.
"Yes, there is a..." The lady's eyes suddenly became dreamy, as she fell into a deep reminiscence
With a roar, the face of the unparalleled young master instantly turned as red as a cooked lobster, and he waved his sleeve in anger, shouting: "Shut up!"
This wandering extends for eighty thousand miles
As he spoke, he took out a blood letter from his sleeve and placed it on the table
The belt is broken and can only be set aside
When I was in a deep sleep, I habitually swallowed, gulping down a mouthful of black dog blood entirely into my throat. By the time I realized what had happened, I had already swallowed it all.
One hundred taels; since I left home, I have not seen so much silver.
The hall was silent, with no one left to inquire about the beginning and end of the matter.
There will be no issues
This method of folding clothes is quite strange, as the sleeves are rolled into a bundle and then tucked back into the garment
Then I prepared to go to the basement with everyone to take shelter
Absolutely impossible to make a mistake
Until the madam crawled out from the narrow secret passage with her brothers
He is psychologically grounded. What kind of person is Wuliang at fifty? Does he have the ability to exorcise demons? He knows best in his heart, yet subconsciously, he does not wish to reveal her.
Everyone immediately raised their heads high and began to count the beams of the roof, calmly counting... one, two... countless beams
So incredibly handsome, drawing the sword with an overwhelming allure, eyes wide open with an intense sharpness
Pierce its eye with a sword
This feeling is quite uncomfortable, as if at any moment, one might be swallowed into the belly of some creature
In the warm recollections of everyone, Wushilang gradually fell into a trance, especially the legend of the Blue Sword recounted by the last madam, which finally settled his mind
"Who saw him last?" Leng Wushuang turned around and asked淡淡, without a trace of emotion.
"Close your eyes." Leng Wushuang's cool fingers covered Wushi Lang's eyes. "Don't look." With the other hand, she quickly pulled out a small pouch from her neck, skillfully extracted a tiny pill from within, and without a second thought, stuffed it into Wushi Lang's mouth.
Watching Wu Shilang is quite nauseating
You can understand his intentions clearly
The young master Wu Shuang's head was even more painful. He had nothing to say and was not good at comforting crying girls. So he stood stiffly and continued to stare at Wushiro.
Slowly crawling forward...
Although Wuliang was deeply regretful, the thought of the safe group of people in the basement made him feel a bit smug
Leng Wushuang's hand slowly lowered, and although his expression remained unchanged, a faint sadness was revealed in his eyes. He had always been reserved, keeping all his emotions hidden within.
Leng Wushuang held the green sword in her hand and slowly walked over, the corners of her robe lightly lifted, her posture still elegant, surprisingly without a trace of fear. Her clean and slender fingers grasped the pot lid and forcefully lifted it.
It's a joke, pretending to be dead has turned into seeking death, which is unreasonable.
"Leng Wushuang, you are a bastard..." Wushilang crossed his arms, anger surged within him, and suddenly he felt a surge of strength. He leaped up from the bed, lunged forward, grabbed Leng Wushuang's sleeve, and cried out loudly.
Leng Wushuang sat expressionless, her eyes downcast as she looked at her porridge, sipping it slowly as if the two beside her did not exist
A gloomy cold wind blew through, causing the four thick candles in the hall to flicker.
Sure enough, Wushiro immediately stopped crying and said, "Okay, with the embroidered dragon on top, I want to pair up with you..."
Carrying a sword, stiffening his body, he slowly turned his head towards the wall where the scratching sound was coming from.
Father and Mother, today your daughter ran naked
Wuliang ran joyfully, following behind him, feeling as if he had just passed through a syrupy sweetness, filled with delight and sweetness
At the time of the second watch of the night, the wind suddenly picked up, and the exterior walls of the house began to make a creaking sound as if scratching the wall. At first, the sound was low, but later on, it became unabashedly scratching, as if scratching on one's heart, causing sudden and repeated shivers.
A cold breeze swept through, sending Wulilang's heart to an extremely low point
I have reluctantly been classified as the 43rd, and it is difficult to guarantee that I won't be killed as soon as I step out. When Chen Huyuan went out to find Miss Su, more than half of the 20 people died, and the remaining less than ten people have no martial arts skills and are not smart enough. If I go out, I will definitely die without a doubt.
Both of their voices were extremely hoarse, sounding like the grinding of iron sand on a stone mill, devoid of any emotion or color.
Therefore, the cold old master of the manor does not care
That pure, childlike disposition clearly did not consider that the world of martial arts cannot be encapsulated by a mere chronicle of the rivers and lakes
Unfortunately, Wushilang's brain structure is extraordinary, completely beyond the expectations of the beast
The intense desire to survive compelled Wushilang to use all his limbs, instantly transforming into an octopus with eight arms, tightly clinging to the black-clad youth, with their faces pressed together, his hands wrapped around the youth's neck, and his legs entwined around the youth's waist.
Originally, the young man in black had already turned his back to Gorou and drawn the magnificent blue sword held in his hand. Turning around, it was only because Gorou was too frivolous and he wanted to scare her a little.
Seeing Wushilang's large character sprawled out, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, then he turned his head away and coldly gazed at the sky
A group of people discussed more and more passionately, and everyone's emotions continued to surge. One caretaker even stood up excitedly, leading the applause while howling and crying out, "Young master, hurry up and come! Our estate is about to have a new male heir!"
He must have discovered his own beauty at that moment.
She was already in a bad mood. Normally, when her beautiful sleep was interrupted, she would definitely be very upset. With so many people in the Xiao family, no one dared to speak to Wushilang when he woke up.
Then please leave me another sword. Upon seeing him, Gorō immediately relaxed, and incidentally glanced at the three swords on the young man's shoulder.
Zoom, the cold wind is biting. Fifty Lang flies while stepping on the moon, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears. The terror in her heart makes her unable to help but close her eyes, waiting for the moment of the painful impact on the ground...
With the bucket in front of the hall just a step away, the black shadow finally stopped behind Gojuro. Gojuro dared not turn his head, standing stiffly in front of the bucket. The reason he dared not turn back was that the black shadow stood silently behind him, with a piercing gaze like two cold swords aimed at his back.
This naturally includes everyone from the Unsheathed Sword Villa.
The young man in black lowered the sword in his hand, took two steps without a sound, and just covered the eyes of Gojuro and the beast facing each other.
The sound of screams continuously emanated from within the room, and Wuliang's eyes were firmly blocked by Leng Wushuang, yet the terror in his heart reached its peak
Fiftyro hung upside down on a banyan tree not far from the crowd, almost pulling off his other shoe and throwing it away.
No matter how hard you scrub, the black ink-like dirty water cannot remove the color. Several attendants who did not get any black water on them had to step forward to help wipe it off.
Suddenly, a muffled roar came from deep within the bamboo forest, the sound was rough and accompanied by heavy panting, as if some wild beast was fiercely devouring its prey.
Fiftyro immediately smiled and said, "I'll make it up, I'll make it up."
Stab its throat with a sword...
She looks like she's in her thirties, wearing a mask with a grimace on it, covered with distorted graphics and text. She is dressed in the attire of a Miaojiang woman, and is twirling her long hair with her pinky finger raised.
"A true man!" The maid Yiyi cradled her face in ecstasy, whispering with a face full of spring colors: "If the young master asks me to undress, I will definitely do it quickly..."
Before Wulilang unfolds a grand and magnificent scroll of the martial world
The guards who were splashed with the black liquid began to show a strange blue hue on their faces. The area affected by the splashes was much larger than that of Wulilang, and as the poison took effect, it naturally progressed much more rapidly.
It seems as if one is scrutinizing the food in their mouth, little by little, inspecting from head to toe, to the point where it makes one’s hair stand on end.
Do not crawl anymore. The voice of the young man in black came from afar, Do not move while you are on the ground, it cannot see you clearly