Chapter Seven, The Unparalleled Incident of Unexpected Change

Who is this! Daring to spy on me while I bathe!

"Wushuang, why don't you eat something?" Wushilang pointed to the table

His hands were icy cold, and Wuliang was shedding tears, rubbing his hands together to warm them, fearing that if he did not put in enough effort, the cold Wushuang on the bed would not be able to endure.

This was the last sentence spoken by Young Master Leng before he lost his sanity

Ah... Fifty Lang screamed, tears streaming down like a waterfall, supporting the approaching Leng Wushuang, and cried out loud.

Wuliang's hand groped on the cobblestones, and as soon as his fingertips touched the clothing, he immediately pulled it over without looking at the direction or considering why his clothes were suddenly so close to the water. In a hurry, he draped the garment over himself, exposing half of his chest, and headed towards the lecher not far away.

Calamity

Leng Wushuang wished he could kick her down, but after thinking it over, he decided to endure it. After all, it was better for everyone to suffer together than for one person to suffer alone. Thus, he gritted his teeth in anger and cursed fiercely: "Fool!"

"Wushuang, what is wrong with you?" Seeing him gradually becoming despondent and showing signs of fatigue, Wushilang felt a sense of unease in his heart

What emerged was an old coachman who was utterly devoted and resolutely determined to sacrifice himself for the village

I know that you have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and at a young age, you became a great hero. You have a cold temperament and enjoy putting on airs, which must have offended quite a few people in the martial world. Fifty Lang counted on his fingers, carefully speculating, "I think the first reason for your suffering is the fear of others seeking revenge."

Wuliang sat anxiously at the head of the bed, holding with one hand the cold hand of Wushuang that hung down by the side of the bed

The heart beats like a startled deer.

I truly do not understand what benefits robbery could bring to someone who transports livestock back and forth every day

Leng Wushuang's eyes sparkled with fiery intensity, piercingly directed forward, with a bright red glow in her gaze, as if they were on the verge of igniting

It is actually a vehicle for transporting livestock, no wonder it is dirty and smelly

Upon seeing Leng Wushuang and Wushilang in the car, my eyes immediately crossed like a pair of fighting cocks. Then, with a bear-like arm extended, I passionately shouted at the two of them: "My beauties..."

"It is two men." The female gang leader smiled proudly, then shifted her massive body to reveal Leng Wushuang and Wushi Lang behind her

Her face and hands were directly resting on his hand, pressing down heavily, causing half of his body to begin to feel numb and his blood circulation to be obstructed

You ... ... '' Leng Wushuang felt powerless, her energy and blood circulation were not smooth, `` This idiot! ''

Two figures behind the tree, their clothes soaked with sweat

Leng Wushuang slowly propped herself up, leaning against the bed board. Such a small action, yet it left him gasping for breath for a long time

The elderly man, full of spirit and vigor, despite his age, saw Leng Wushuang walking slowly and surprisingly ran over to reprimand her

With an air of tranquility and contentment, it seems to be facing its own upright and honorable perspective

Thinking of this, he pinched the grains of rice left in his hair, his eyes slightly darkened, his red lips pressed tightly together, and then he let out a long, deep sigh once again

Leng Wushuang still appeared like a puppet, holding her hand, gazing at her with a fixed stare, his eyes dark and profound

Wuliang turned his head, staring in astonishment at Leng Wushuang. Leng Wushuang's eyes remained cold, yet the veins on her forehead twitched at the right moment

Then during the day, the magnificent petrification plays the role of melancholy at the window

I said, "Uncle, do you have any curtains or something? To block the wind for us." Wushilang leaned his head out, feeling quite frustrated, as the autumn wind sliced past his ears, slightly chilling to the bone. Leng Wushuang remained the same, silently sitting in the back of the carriage, coldly gazing outside, not uttering a word

All the women in the entire imitation community gasped in shock

Because of that blow, he fell back into a state of unconsciousness.

Wuliang looked over with a troubled expression. Sitting by the window was the cold and unyielding Leng Wushuang, still adorned with a white jade hairpin, his long hair cascading down his back, accentuating his pale face and giving him an air of icy elegance

Leng Wushuang took a few steps back, her face pale, and the sword in her hand could no longer be held steady. With a clatter, it fell to the side of the carriage

How is your health? Fifty Lang grasped his hand, her eyes filled with concern. I saw you spitting out a lot of blood, she said, pulling open the front of her clothing and pointing to the dark brown stains, and added: These are all from you.

His teeth bit down hard on his lip, drawing out beads of blood one by one

Fifty Lang roared, angrily leaning against the pebbles near the shore. This fellow is excessively unruly, sitting there motionless, utterly arrogant.

I said that in our family this month, we haven't had a decent meal at all... every meal has just been plain steamed buns... not even a piece of dried radish! The old man's words were suddenly unleashed, saliva flying everywhere, and with a gust of wind, it splattered onto Wulilang's face, carrying the smell of old age, utterly disgusting. "It was not easy; after worshiping the God of Wealth, we finally had some business. The day before yesterday, we transported three head of cattle, the day before that, two pigs, and yesterday, eight lambs..."

The lingering sound, three feet long, reverberates in the woods, unable to dissipate for a long time

His eyes were dim and devoid of light, and with a hint of self-mockery in his smile, he spoke slowly, word by word: "I have lost all my martial arts!"

It seems that I have been completely enchanted

She repeatedly said "very good" four times to express her determination. With each utterance, she nodded vigorously and earnestly, as if she wanted to lay her heart bare for Leng Wushuang to see

"Put me down," Leng Wushuang's voice was so cold it could freeze a person to death, filled with blazing anger, as she clutched her chest in pain and began to cough violently

Bubbles floated, gurgling, clustering around the cold and unyielding Shuang.

Leng Wushuang's fists clenched, already on the brink of a breakdown and explosion

The old man running to catch the carriage hurried along, simultaneously scolding the struggling Wushi Lang: "Do not foolishly think about escaping. You two behave yourselves, and our Black Wind Stronghold will not treat you unfairly."

The mountain path was rugged and uneven, and Wuliang was being pushed along by a group of female bandits, occasionally turning back to glance at Leng Wushuang

Heaven is about to doom me, and Young Master Leng's tears almost burst forth; it turns out the person who came is Wushi Lang, whom he had previously put to sleep with a pressure point. At this moment, he can no longer calmly suppress his true energy.

Wuliang's tears surged down as he searched everywhere for clothing but found none. He could only loosen his inner robe and wrap it around Leng Wushuang's lower body, continuing to carry him while running wildly.

Wuliang carried Leng Wushuang and ran for a full half an hour before returning to the inn. Looking at the still unconscious Leng Wushuang, he suddenly felt at a loss again

His condition was evidently poor, using a sword as a crutch, each step accompanied by low gasps for breath, sweat trickling down his smooth cheeks, his teeth clenched tightly on his lip, frowning as he struggled to keep up behind.

Leng Wushuang frowned impatiently, casting a cold glance over. Immediately, a powerful wave of chill surged towards the old man, causing him to shrink his head and begin to climb the mountain in silence.

All of this made him deeply worried, and the inexplicable sorrow caused him to stand by the window, lost in thought for a full three days

"Damn it, the water is actually this shallow?" Wulilang angrily stood up from the water, splashing a considerable amount of droplets, each one trickling down the young girl's pure white body, shimmering with a hazy glow in the mist. "If I had known, I wouldn't have jumped so high; now my neck hurts from the impact!"

Wuliao slowly turned his gaze towards Leng Wushuang, his eyes filled with contemplation

One immediately feels a sense of belonging as a member of the Black Wind Stronghold

His tone was淡淡的, as if discussing the pleasant weather or the deliciousness of the meal with Wulilang.

Not a drop of water has entered

In the hazy smoke, on the other side of the spring, sits this equally bare young man, with most of his chest exposed above the water

Gojuro clenched his fist and continued to solemnly vow: "We do not abandon, we do not give up"

It is surprisingly quick to get into character

Because Leng Wushuang's body had not fully recovered, they hired a small carriage, which seemed as if its wheels could fly off at any moment. The carriage was ventilated at both the front and back, and the old man driving it hunched over, coughing incessantly

Due to the loss of her power, Leng Wushuang's sword became increasingly difficult to wield, and a hint of anxiety appeared on her face. She turned to Wushilang and shouted, "Run!"

She cried with tears like pear blossoms, running with unparalleled intensity. The cold Wu Shuang, whom she carried on her shoulder, was jolted to the point of disrupted circulation, unable to catch her breath. With a roll of her eyes, she fainted once again.

And the sound of snoring accompanied by drool soon dampened the cold, unaccompanied hands on the bed

He was blowing happily, even the car came to a stop

As the conversation became lively, he turned his head and smiled with satisfaction, raising his whip and looking back to flatteringly exclaim: "Today, by damn luck, I actually got two people!"

I am very happy that you scolded me

"Wushuang, Wushuang, do not scare me!"

Her lung capacity is truly extraordinary

Luo Jinfeng stood silently with his hands clasped behind his back, remaining silent for a long time

The warm and slightly hot pool water enveloped her body, and the comfort that seeped from her lungs and pores made Wulilang involuntarily squint her eyes in pleasure. Thus, she stretched her arms and let out a big yawn, her eyes lazily scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a certain spot, her body tensed, and in that instant, she felt an impulse to dive back in and collide with someone again.

At the very least, there will be the consequence of becoming obsessed.

Her complexion was pale, her lips colorless, and her long eyelashes lay weakly over her eyes. When the candlelight illuminated her, the shadows cast by her eyelashes appeared even darker and longer, making her entire figure seem more fragile.

He actually has no confidence at all

No wonder the leader looks so pleased with himself.

"She is truly a thoughtful and accomplished woman..." The old man driving the cart sighed deeply, waving his whip while feeling melancholic, "If only I had been born a few decades earlier, I would stand there every day at the foot of the village, letting her take me back... to drive her livestock cart."

The black-clad guards kneeling on the ground all displayed joyful smiles, indicating that such a woman truly could not be resisted even by the young master

How about this, Fifty Lang jumped over and smilingly proposed to him: "You can now enter through the back door, and I will have my forty-nine brothers protect you."

A handful of all the snacks he loved from the table, he rushed away

How can one manage to eat?

He kept talking without a moment's pause, and the fifty-year-old man in the car couldn't help but bang his head against the vehicle, deeply regretting having brought up the matter of the curtain in the first place

Even when he shouted in anger, he did not even move an inch.

Wuliang's heart immediately became entangled, and he felt a deep pain.

An exceptional woman must be skilled at collecting her private savings. This is what Wuliang learned from the concubine in his family

She did not know how Leng Wushuang, behind her, let out a long sigh, then leisurely shook off the rice grains from her head, and continued to stroll to the window, gazing into the distance

His personality is extremely arrogant

He can be hungry, but Wulilang cannot afford to be hungry

Even the female bandit leader couldn't help but feel moved

Leng Wushuang forced herself to draw upon a breath of true energy, suppressing the wave of heat surging in her chest. It was almost there; as long as she could endure, victory would be hers

In this way, the tears have instead stopped.

a scene of desolation

Hmm

Wuliang gritted his teeth and jumped off the car.

Finally, another day has been endured

"Wushuang, are you feeling unwell again?" Wushilang leaned closer, using his sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, "You have sweated a lot."

The smaller one is delicate and adorable, with big eyes, a small nose, and a hint of red lips, resembling a cute little kitten; the larger one, however, possesses a cold and elegant demeanor, with a face like jade and eyes like cold stars, exuding an air of pride.

With eyes shining brightly, he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, praising, "Very good, very good..."

With a sense of helplessness and a hint of sighing

I want to dig out your eyes and make soup from them " Fifty Lang approached menacingly, crawling like a dog, holding a huge pebble in his hand

Everyone is both envious and jealous, and their eyes inadvertently reveal a sense of unwillingness.

Cold Wushuang, held by her hand, looked over with cold eyes. Although there was still a hint of melancholy, he clearly showed a bit more vitality. His lips moved slightly as he gently scolded, "Fool."

The old man, in a hurry to catch the bus, was in tears, his eyes filled with resentment as he glanced at Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang, and with a deep sense of melancholy, he lamented: "Must all the good fortune be taken by the two of them!"

As she spoke, she raised the long knife in her hand and with great force, struck down towards the sword held by Leng Wushuang.

Furthermore, there is an additional troublemaker by my side who requires my protection. She is like a child who has not yet shed her innocence, often getting into trouble without being aware of it.

There remains a final surge of vital energy that has yet to be fully circulated, and this energy is unfortunately concentrated in the chest area. If one were to be disturbed at this moment, it would indeed be extremely perilous

Leng Wushuang was filled with frustration, her gaze fixed on her chest, unable to look away.

Leng Wushuang's eyes remained still and unmoving

Upon hearing Wushilang's roar, Leng Wushuang's eyelashes suddenly trembled violently for a moment, then slowly, slowly opened little by little. Her eyes, as if soaked in hot spring water, were dark and bright, with a thin layer of mist. The gaze that shot forth carried a deep sense of resignation and inevitability.

The mind is anxious and tormented due to the unknown outcome

Still beneath that maple tree with drifting fallen leaves, the young master Luo, dressed in a pale yellow robe, stood with a frown, listening to the tearful report from the black-clad guards about the recent situation of Wulilang.

Wuliao's silent demeanor indeed resembles that of a beast of burden.

Ah? Wushi Lang leaned forward and asked in confusion, "What is not good?"

Then, the women bandits, with dejected steps, walked towards the houses where everyone was located

This made the female bandit leader burst into laughter

"Wushuang, you are as beautiful as a flower and as delicate as jade. I wonder, should you change your outfit?"

His limbs felt as if they were shattered, accompanied by a tearing pain. He slightly turned his head, struggling to look at the snoring Wulilang by the bedside, feeling both amused and helpless.

Indeed, the process of turning night-blooming jasmine is not as painful as scattering maple leaves

By silently reciting it one hundred times, my mood gradually returned to a state of calmness

Moreover, in the current situation

On the fourth day, Wushilang and his companions finally set out on their journey

"Put me down." Leng Wushuang slowly regained consciousness and found herself naked, being carried on Wuliang's shoulder. Feeling both embarrassed and angry, she exclaimed, "Hurry up!"

Do not mix it up!

In front is the Black Wind Village," the old man's saliva has already flowed down his missing front teeth, soaking his entire white beard, "I heard that the village chief there is a woman..."

"Continue searching for the medicine," Leng Wushuang, in an instant, seemed to regain her original calm and composed demeanor. She turned her head and cast a sidelong glance at Wuliang, saying indifferently: "With me here, you will not suffer from the effects of the poison."

Leng Wushuang frowned, looking at the fried rice in her hand, and refused, saying: "I won't eat it."

Leng Wushuang's eyes sparkled brightly, filled with a blazing fury, and his entire being exuded an innate pride. He forced himself to take a breath, straining to draw out the second sword, positioning it horizontally across his chest, which caused the hand of the female bandit leader to freeze in mid-air

A maple leaf gently falls

They have been staying at the inn for three days

"You, be quiet, it's so noisy." He gently cleared his throat and suddenly realized that his face was pressed closely against Wulilang's chest, those two small and beautiful peaks were fully visible from his perspective

The previously suppressed vital energy, due to his sudden mental turmoil, broke free from its constraints and became chaotic.

His eyelashes fluttered repeatedly, curved and curled, long enough to cover his eyes, ultimately remaining closed

His eyes remained closed, his brow furrowed, and his face slightly tilted towards the place where the water splashed, as he moved his ears.

With just a glance, she could discern the significance of another youthful, cherubic face to Leng Wushuang.

Cold Unparalleled, who was originally in a coma, heard this heart-wrenching cry and became furious. With a sudden chest pain, she miraculously managed to open her eyes.

These two young gentlemen are truly handsome

"Are you awake?" Wulilang raised his head in confusion, his lips glistening and transparent, full of saliva

In fact, she is not foolish. Young Master Leng Xia gave 2 taels of silver, and was taken advantage of by Wushi Lang, who earned 1 tael. At this moment, it is lying in the bottom of Wushi Lang's pocket, 1 tael of silver, for such a long journey, even if it is a cart for transporting livestock, it is still considered a bargain.

Leng Wushuang had not eaten for three days, and she had also not eaten for three days

The female bandit leader rode forward, laughing heartily: "No one can escape, all of you will become my consorts! This is the first time I've seen such handsome consorts in all my time ruling the Black Wind Stronghold!"

As she rubbed her neck, tears streamed down her face in pain. That leap, which was originally quite graceful, turned out to be in such shallow water that she could not showcase her impressive swimming skills.

Wuliang heard Leng Wushuang's voice, filled with surprise and joy, "Wushuang, you are awake?!"

Two-headed person ... ... two heads ... ... two heads !

He smiles like this, yet it evokes a sense of desolation from the depths of one's heart

The prolonged stalemate has infuriated the female bandit leader

Suddenly, he felt an impulse to bleed

He silently locked eyes with Wulilang for a moment, then quietly turned away, his expression calm and unperturbed as he continued to gaze out at the trees rushing by outside the car, all the while clenching his fists and reciting in his heart: "Heaven will place great responsibilities upon this person, and must first temper his mind and will..."

Clearly, he has already come to terms with some things, so why does he still insist on fasting to the point of starvation

He gently pulled his hand and a sharp pain surged through his chest.

Wushiro's small tears flowed out as he reached back and took Cold Unmatched's hand, then he directly placed the egg fried rice from his other hand onto his head.

Then there were other female bandits who came to pull Ling Wushuang's sleeves.

Suddenly, overnight, everything was turned upside down

Fifty Lang carried the Cold Unmatched and ran ashore. Everywhere was a vast expanse of white. She was already in a state of extreme panic, and now she couldn't even distinguish the way. A strong sense of helplessness suddenly surged up.

He has always been proud and aloof, rarely showing such a vulnerable demeanor. Something must have happened that is quite significant

After a long silence, the cold and unparalleled figure leaned against the head of the bed, revealing an extremely cold smile that was unprecedented. Like a pure and icy snow lotus, the sound that came out of his mouth was cold and chilling, carrying deep despair and pain.

Cold Wushuang's body was soft and weak, unable to exert any strength. When she was thrown like this, she immediately flew out and hit her head heavily on the cobblestone. Her eyes widened as she took a cold breath and grabbed Wushuang's hand. With great difficulty, she moved her lips and pleaded for the first time in a very sad tone, "At least, help me put on a pair of pants!"

Wuliang was taken aback, his heart filled with sweetness, as he worried about himself, while the cold and aloof Young Master Wushuang was concerned about his own poison

Before long, only Wushuang and a few others remained at the top of the mountain

"Wushuang..." Wushuang's arms gradually tightened, holding his head firmly against his chest, crying heart-wrenchingly, "If you die, who will I turn to for help..."

Indeed, one should not speak ill of others in broad daylight. At some point, the edge of the forest was filled with a line of female bandits, each holding a gleaming large knife in their hands

Leng Wushuang's eyes were tightly closed, her face pale as jade, with crimson lips. On her handsome face, there was an expression full of pain

Fortunately, it is already late at night, and there is not a single person in sight along the way

He was suddenly taken aback, his originally pale face becoming even more ghastly, and his body slumped down weakly.

The female bandit leader chuckled awkwardly, scratching her ears and cheeks, and said to the old man driving the cart: "They prefer skin that is fair and tender, with smooth faces"

"It's quite interesting," she said with a happy smile, clapping her hands to gather the female bandits. "There is plenty of time ahead, let's return to the camp for now"

He wore a smile, as if recounting a matter that had nothing to do with him, so indifferent, so desolate

Wuliang said nothing wrong; he has been gifted since childhood, often holding himself to stricter standards than others during his martial arts training. Countless sleepless days have forged him into the unparalleled young master of the martial world. He has always been proud and arrogant, looking down on everything and rarely considering others worthy of his attention

After a moment of contemplation, Wulilang extended his fingers to unfasten his clothing and gently touched the surface of the pool water with his toes. The spring water was slightly warm, creating ripples that spread out from his toes, indeed providing a great sense of comfort

She regarded her subordinate's hand as if it were a piece of pork. The captain of the guards remained troubled, thinking that such a fierce woman would be best if the young master, upon hearing her lewd words and ramblings, immediately lost interest.

truly a great treasure

Wuliang heard his voice filled with rage and suddenly panicked, recalling that the person on his shoulder was bare-bodied. His face flushed red, and in a state of panic, he hastily threw Leng Wushuang down.

Unparalleled, just give me a response when you open your eyes!

She didn't even think twice before plunging into the hot spring.

"Beautiful sister, come touch me, I am more tender than him," Wushilang said with a smile, waving his hand while throwing a flirtatious glance.

After a moment, Mr. Luo turned around in a magnificent manner.

As long as there is one more hour, we can break through this final obstacle.

The Dantian area is still empty.

The young master's aesthetic is truly unique. Those bold and daring actions, in his eyes, have become adorable?!

"Xiao Man, you are counting the beats well today; look, the young master likes your rhythm."

I really like to grab the handsome young man and make him the leader of the team...

Leng Wushuang was utterly speechless

His chest rose and fell violently

Wuliao smiled back at him with a beaming expression in his eyes

Setting out on the road with such a lively treasure, the future of detoxification is uncertain, and it is unknown how many dangers await them ahead

As a bandit, it is rare to have a staunch supporter; such talent, if not brought along, would be a disservice to the vast number of fellow villagers.

First of all, the disappearance of my proud martial arts skills left me feeling helpless for the first time in 20 years.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the nauseating feeling in his chest, and with a surge of determination, he pushed it down. Almost there, almost there! There was only the final surge of true energy left.

The vehicle for transporting livestock

The corners of his clothing fluttered, stirring up a ground covered with maple leaves. Young Master Luo took a slight breath, igniting the bare branches of the maple tree, and in an instant, he leaped several dozen meters away.

The strength in my hands gradually wanes

Your Majesty, what is this new and interesting thing this time

Ah Jiu, you are still the best at this. Look how satisfied the young master is with the maple leaves you gathered

He could only squeeze out so much to say.

The old man, with a stern expression and a hunched back, upon hearing Wulilang's request, was almost in tears, filled with grievances as he lamented: "How could I possibly have such good things? We are poor people, barely able to fill our stomachs with three meals a day. If it weren't for the cart used for transporting livestock, our family would be left to drink the dry wind of the Northwest..."

As a result, immediately around fifty men were tightly surrounded by about ten female bandits, some of whom even casually touched her face, causing her great distress

By that time, not only will one be able to break through the sword tribulation, but one's internal skills can also reach a higher level

Actually forgot, there is also an uncle rushing for the train.

In her eyes, there is a tender affection, her chest is burning hot, she gazes at the cold and peerless face, pretending to be elegant, she lifts a plate of egg fried rice with her delicate fingertips and hands it over, "If you want to detoxify with me, you must eat!"

With a thread of anticipation, Wulilang leaned over.

"Unrivaled, is it really you?!" When she crawled over, she used too much force, and a glimpse of her chest had already been revealed. The beautiful peaks were half-hidden and half-revealed under the black robe.

The young master of Lu University is obviously in a good mood. He glanced at the group on the ground, smiled and said in a soft tone, "Wushiro, you are truly the cutest!"

As she spoke, she reached into the bundle and pulled out the light purple dress.

Every evening, I will ask the waiter to deliver the meal," said Leng Wushuang coldly. "Your food lacks both flavor and presentation. I simply cannot eat it!"

A thick white mist enveloped the surroundings, making it difficult to distinguish where the water ended and the land began. She slowly approached the edge of the hot spring, feeling the smooth pebbles beneath her fingers, straining to widen her eyes in an effort to discern the location of the spring water

The two individuals standing there resemble an exceptionally beautiful and harmonious ink wash painting

It made Wuliang feel like crying in pain

Wulian silently gazed at him

Everyone's enthusiasm has been raised to its highest point

This old gentleman is truly talented

Leng Wushuang's eyes dimmed.

Alright, alright, I will let it go

Luo Dashao's eyes sparkled brightly, resembling two clear and glossy black crystals. His lips curved into a smile, and his mood brightened because of this report. "Wuliang, once I finish dealing with the matters at the estate, I will come to find you... Soon, we will be able to meet."

The intense pain finally drove Leng Wushuang to the brink of endurance; her vision darkened, her chest tightened, and a mouthful of crimson blood erupted forth, splattering all over Wuliang's head and face

With a calm expression, she waved her hand and slowly clenched it into a fist with determination: "Wushuang, you must choose to die rather than yield, and preserve your chastity for me!"

What a hassle

"Wushuang, I will not give up, so you should not give up either"

The black-clad guards all displayed expressions of confusion, exchanging glances with one another, wondering what was amiss

Leng Wushuang's veins bulged with rage, and in a fit of anger, she nearly turned the sword in her hand to strike at Wushiro.

The water in the pool has become much warmer than before

"Wushuang, are you feeling tired?" Wushiro automatically interpreted this message as a friendly gesture from Leng Wushuang, so he exerted a little force with his hand, snatched Leng Wushuang's sword, held it in his arms, and with a smile, rubbed his shoulder against Leng Wushuang, his expression filled with ambiguity

Leng Wushuang did not respond to her, focusing his mind and breathing deeply, exerting himself to circulate his energy once more

His attitude deeply angered the abruptly treated Wulilang

On the other side of the hot spring, beside the water and the pebbles, stood the bewildered Wulilang, scratching his head and contemplating from where to enter the spring

Chaotic and messy, saliva splattering more, dripping from his white beard, exceedingly sleazy

Then, holding her face, she shouted angrily: "I hate you to death! ! !"

Wuliao looked at Leng Wushuang with a sense of sorrow, as the cries of hunger echoed from her stomach. She was unable to sleep at night due to her hunger, yet the intense feeling of guilt tormented her, preventing her from eating anything.

She originally thought that she would suffer from insomnia due to such anxiety, but unfortunately, she soon fell into a deep sleep, sleeping more soundly than the cold Wushuang on the bed

With a snort, Wulilang's saliva sprayed out.

He appeared to be in a deep slumber, the pain on his face having vanished.

The female bandit leader was taken aback for a moment, then laughed heartily and said: "Then let us not touch him, just keep a close watch on that one."

Everyone fell completely silent

"Such a stubborn temper, I like it." The female bandit leader laughed boisterously while reaching out her hand to Cold Wushuang, attempting to lift his chin.

This glance completely stunned Wushilang

His words flowed like a torrent, with spittle flying everywhere, as he passionately recounted his grievances without end

I know you are in pain, but my heart aches even more. Fifty Lang is filled with guilt, as his recklessness has led to today's outcome

Ah! Wulirang let out an even more intense scream, changing from holding to resisting, and threw Leng Wushuang over his shoulder, running through the hot spring while crying loudly

Wuliang saw Leng Wushuang glaring at him fiercely, feeling even more guilty, and responded with a dry laugh: "Adversity makes one strong!" Seeing that Leng Wushuang was still coldly staring at him, Wuliang sincerely raised his arm: "Look, Wushuang, this is the experience of life!"

Wuliang and Leng Wushuang were completely shocked by his resilient nerves

Just after running a few steps, I was surrounded by three or four female bandits, trapped in the middle

One must understand how terrifying hunger can be

She has never seen injured individuals from the martial world, nor has she witnessed the moment when someone takes their last breath.

The old man driving the cart, after navigating over a few small hills, suddenly became spirited and diligently took on the role of a tour guide: "It is said that here, beneath the legendary Black Wind Stronghold..."

Although her voice was very low, it surprised Wushuang to the point of tears. She held Wushuang's hand, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Wushuang, let's not look for an antidote anymore. Let's return to the manor. There will surely be a way. The madam and the others must know how to deal with this."

Wuliao looked at his drooling face and decided to remain silent

At the forefront, a figure rides on horseback, with a face marked by prominent flesh, muscular arms, and a chest and waist resembling an iron tower

Why

With a forceful swing, the door of Leng Wushuang was slammed shut, causing it to bang against the frame repeatedly

Just after the third watch, Leng Wushuang woke up.

The uncle who was herding the cattle, with his white, fluffy goatee and a face full of starry-eyed admiration, worshipfully said: "Let me go too, after all, I can also herd livestock! I can even sacrifice myself for the village!"

You see, this is how I think, "Wushi Lang shifted his buttocks and sat down next to Leng Wushuang, saying, 'If you were to disguise yourself as a girl or something, you might be able to escape unscathed if you encounter a robbery.'

"You are holding her captive, so I will naturally go with you," he said coldly, "but you must not lay a hand on me; otherwise, I will perish alongside you."

With a sense of helplessness that gritted teeth could not conceal, and a profound feeling of resignation, I moved towards Wushilang

Then, the two embraced each other, clenching their fists and shedding tears

In her sleep, Leng Wushuang's brows twitched rhythmically.

"Wushuang, don't worry about me, just run!" Wushilang turned back with a pitiful expression, looking at the cold and sweating Leng Wushuang, "Hurry and run, hurry and run!"

However, he must confront it, as the poison from Wulilang has a duration of only one year. Moreover, there is always the possibility of it taking effect at any moment

Then, he elegantly waved his hand and, with a smile, said to the servant behind the tree: "Very well, the monthly salary will be doubled; I am quite satisfied with the way the maple leaves were scattered this time"

One by one, they stretched their necks to look behind the two young masters. Then, from behind Leng Wushuang and Wushilang, a stooped figure slowly emerged, waving its hand, missing some teeth, and smiling as it called out: "Hello everyone, I am late... I kept you all waiting!"

How could I have devoted myself so wholeheartedly to accompany him in fasting

Wuliang and Leng Wushuang both felt a tremor in the car at the same time

It is indeed a significant predicament

Wulou looked sweetly at him, their eyes intertwining in a gaze.

Wuliang smiled and nodded, casually helping him tidy the hair on his back, and happily said: "Wushuang, I understand your intentions. As the saying goes: to hit is to care, to scold is to love. If there is no hitting or scolding in a romantic relationship, you feel shy and embarrassed to confess to me, so you use this method. I understand all of this, I truly understand."

Everyone fell silent

The intense fighting drained him of too much energy; he leaned against the cart, coldly gazing over, no longer making any other movements

Maintaining an indifferent attitude towards everything

Then, I will go out and work hard to earn money, while you can stay at home and recuperate in peace. Gradually, slowly, your abilities will recover. Fifty Lang thought more and more beautifully, bouncing over with three jumps, grabbing Leng Wushuang's hand, and seriously promising: "I will treat you very well, very well, very well! Very well!"

She cried out loudly while shaking the cold Wushuang, who was leaning against her chest. He was bare, and although he was in the hot spring, his body was terrifyingly cold

What? He actually waited until he fell asleep to eat alone!

Indeed, it is highly ethical, even in fantasy, one does not forget their transportation business

After climbing for a full one and a half hours, the group finally reached the summit

Leng Wushuang's eyes closed repeatedly, her chest heaving violently, and then she swiftly drew the sword from her back, breathlessly pointing it forward

He has never allowed anyone to come close to him. In the past, many female heroes in the martial arts world pursued him, yet none have ever come within five steps of him

Thus, with a vigorous wave of her strong arm, she commanded with great enthusiasm: "Also bring along the coachman, allowing him to further engage with our village and promote the virtues of our community."

The sound of the robbery was deep and powerful, carrying a strong three-dimensional echo

Leng Wushuang cast a cold glance at Wushilang, suddenly withdrew her hand, turned her body, and swiftly looked out the window. After a long pause, she replied in a chilling and frosty tone: "Not good"

Leng Wushuang glared, her icy demeanor causing even his female bandit to retreat a few steps in fright

Wuliang listened in silence as he described, "The women here possess both beauty and intelligence, the people here have the character of chivalrous heroes, the flowers here are beautiful, the trees here are tall..."

This cold is a hundred times more severe than usual

Leng Wushuang's lips twitched slightly; although subtle, her eyes no longer reflected a lifeless void.

He gazed out the window with heavy eyes, neither speaking nor moving. On the windowsill lay food that had already gone cold, and for a full three days, he stood there like a stone figure at the window

Although lost in thought, I am aware of every move made by Wulilang. This foolish woman, clearly starving to death, foolishly chooses to fast alongside me. I am a martial artist and often go days without food, but she has not even the slightest foundation in martial arts.

"Wushuang, you actually have internal bleeding, what a serious injury"

As the proud young master of the Sword Mountain Manor, how could I possibly sit in such a filthy cart meant for transporting livestock? If this were to spread in the martial world, how could I maintain my aloof image?

Great King, please take me along as well

As a result, one after another, female bandits came up to physically assault Leng Wushuang and Wushilang

In times of crisis, everyone exhibits instinctive reactions and subconsciously seeks to evade danger, and Young Master Leng is no exception. Although he is aware of the imminent peril, he continues to cultivate his energy with his eyes closed.

Leng Wushuang's eyes remained motionless, continuing to silently gaze out the window, as if a flower had bloomed there, captivating his attention and making it impossible for him to look away

Moreover, the neck suddenly struck the bottom of the water, causing a pain akin to that of a break.

The head of the household smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying: "In addition to the two young masters, I have also brought a mature young master with me."

As he forcefully drew upon his vital energy, the sweat on his forehead flowed even more abundantly, dripping from his chin into the water, creating ripples that spread out in circles.

"Wushuang, what are you doing here?" She slowly approached, her delicate bosom half concealed in the spring water, shrouded in a hazy white glow, as beautiful as white jade

What a nemesis!

Two long streams of nosebleed flowed down from his nostrils, winding their way down, each drop falling onto the pristine chest of Wulilang.

He secretly gathered his energy several times, but his dantian felt completely empty, and he could not muster even a fraction of strength, causing his heart to suddenly panic

If we are fortunate, we might encounter a real robbery once again," the old man turned around, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "it is the robbery of the great leader...

When Wuliang fell, the hot spring splashed up a considerable amount of water, causing Leng Wushuang to feel a sudden jolt in her heart.

a demeanor of virtue and propriety

His attention suddenly scattered, his tightly closed eyelashes fluttering and trembling, while the true energy gathered in his chest fluctuated in strength and rhythm.

Leng Wushuang's face turned to ice, her hand gripping the golden sword, softly performing the Drunken Like Flowing Clouds Sword technique in the carriage. Although she lacked internal energy, she still managed to drive away several female bandits.

Wuliang hid in the corner of the car, trying not to disturb Leng Wushuang

The heart of Leng Wushuang leaped violently at the first curse shouted by Wu Shilang, beating with a fierce intensity, imbued with a deep sense of despair

On the mountaintop, there are numerous small wooden cabins, appearing as a grayish expanse at first glance. In front of each cabin, people are standing, and upon seeing the return of the female bandit leader, they cheerfully run over.

On the table are all the dishes that Wu Shilang loves to eat, including Su-style pastries, small plum blossom cakes, and a plate of egg fried rice that she made herself

His entire body was covered in beads of water, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was his own sweat or the steam from the hot spring. Droplets slid down his fair, jade-like cheeks, falling onto his chest. Having soaked in the hot spring, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips moist and alluring, and his long, dark eyelashes rested tightly against his eyelids. His brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was in great pain

While considering the posture for falling into the water

She swam while rubbing herself, constantly avoiding the water that she had soiled, and before long, she had swum through more than half of the hot spring