Chapter Eight, A Temporary Farewell

Leng Wushuang silently looked at him, but the hand behind her back tightened its grip on Wuliang.

His voice is both sharp and thin, sounding as if an acute-angled stone is cutting through the eardrum, which is quite uncomfortable

Alright, I will take you to eat meat and stay in a house

One hand reached out towards Wulilang, saying: "Come here."

Luo Jinfeng laughed out loud and, seeing Wushi Lang approaching step by step, reached out to shake Wushi Lang's hand

"I happen to have a miraculous medicine that will guarantee your complete recovery after taking it." He casually took out a white jade bottle from his inner pocket, lightly swinging the string attached to the bottle. The small white jade bottle spun around his long and neatly kept fingers a few times before hanging loosely down.

It can hardly be considered as such

As Wuliao Lang slowly positioned Leng Wushuang's small golden sword against her neck, he displayed a look of deep sorrow and indignation.

He spoke very gently, like the murmurs between lovers, yet to Wulilang's ears, it still sent a shiver down her spine, and then she silently followed him.

Then, with an extremely awkward smile, he sincerely said to the large crowd of female bandits: "That old man is a benefit reserved for the sisters; I cannot take away someone else's beauty"

Hearing a sound, he slowly turned his head

"Leng Wushuang, you have just exhausted the last trace of your internal energy. At this moment, your organs are severely injured. You have allowed Xiao Wushi to follow you; do you still have the ability to protect her?"

Luo Jinfeng watched as the two of them exchanged smiles, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, and could not help but feel even angrier. He softened his voice further and said, "Come over to my side, and I will help you cure the poison I inflicted on you."

It is as if that old man driving the carriage truly saved what he had from the gaps in her teeth to share with everyone

"Wushilang, you may go out now." Cold Wushuang replied lightly, her tone calm. It was the first time she had called Wushilang by his name, and it felt naturally intimate. He paused for a moment, offering Wushilang a faint smile that carried a hint of warmth, and said: "I am a man, so it is of no concern. You... you may go out now."

Fifty Lang gritted his teeth and silently followed. The room, illuminated by flickering candlelight, was quiet.

Wuliang took two steps but was suddenly halted in place by this statement. Then, she swiftly turned her head and, for the first time, fiercely retorted to Leng Wushuang: "If you do not take the medicine, I will not seek the antidote!"

This sentence struck like a thunderbolt, piercing through the heart of Wuliang, the kind of pain that tore flesh and blood apart, causing her goodness to linger in her throat for a long time before it finally squeezed out with difficulty

You go past, and I will not eat either

In the room, two large red candles were burning, casting a bright light that filled the entire space. Leng Wushuang stood by the bed, under the candlelight, her eyes resembling cold stars, her face akin to a crowned jade, and she appeared even more handsome than before, with an added three points of charm.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, just look at his little appearance, it makes one feel pity...

Wuliang smiled with a tilted head and pointed at Leng Wushuang, saying: "You give him the medicine, and I will go with you, never to take the initiative to see him again."

He twirled the small jade bottle around his fingertips, and with a swift motion, he gently flicked it away.

He was originally quite handsome, but his constant stern expression made it difficult for others to feel a sense of closeness to him

Her house stands out among a cluster of small tile-roofed houses, as it is adorned with a profusion of fresh flowers, while the others are all dull and gray. Suddenly, Wuliang recalls his own family's latrine, where the old man Xiao used to hang numerous flowers outside to achieve the delightful effect of beautifying the air, a similar approach.

"Alright..." Upon finishing her words, she felt completely drained of strength

Luo Jinfeng smiled slightly and replied, "Indeed, this is the legendary Qianjin Formula."

Wuliang's face suddenly came to life, a smile brightening his eyes and brows as he happily said, "You say it, you can say it, then I will do it."

Everyone fell silent

For some reason, upon seeing Wuliang raise his finger to swear an oath, her heart would become anxious and unsettled, fearing that those curses would come to fruition upon her.

Especially when he wears a cold expression, there is an indescribable aura about him

She was at a loss, staring at Luo Jinfeng with her mouth agape and tongue-tied

Calm down, calm down! Wushuang, we must remain composed

Wuliang raised his head in surprise, looking at Leng Wushuang, is it possible?! He actually called himself a breach of contract?!

A casual remark, as if one has just finished dinner at home and stepped out for a walk, encountering an acquaintance.

The cold and emotionless Heiyu, dressed in black, stood with his back to them. His black hair, like silk, fell slightly disheveled over his shoulders. He leaned forward at the foot of the bed, one hand resting on the bed railing while the other held a soft sword, breathing heavily.

It seems that he is actually willing to sacrifice himself to save Wulilang

"Then you no longer want the thousand gold recipe." Luo Jinfeng squinted his eyes, his fingers gradually tightening. He had never been opposed to using force to solve problems, but with one party severely injured and the other a delicate young girl, it would not be appropriate to strike first.

In the room, it was not just the female bandit leader alone; there seemed to be another man's presence. The two were lowering their voices, urgently debating something.

With a soft sound, Leng Wushuang's soft sword came slanting down, lacking any force, yet successfully knocked away the hand that was gripping Wuliang's sleeve, "Men and women should not engage in physical contact."

Ah? You are actually more anxious than I am." The female bandit leader, with a face full of surprise, rubbed her hands together happily as she followed him into the room

What is the matter

Leng Wushuang's lips twitched slightly, feeling the hand held behind her move slightly, and she secretly cried out that it was not good

Wuliang's heart skipped a beat, as the Qianjin Fang states, the Jianghu Zhi records that regardless of the severity of internal injuries, just one pill can cure the ailment, making it an essential remedy for home and a great medicine for travel.

Is it really possible to say it this way

The faces of the people inside and outside the room immediately fell, and everyone was filled with a burning anger in their chests

Over the years, she has forcibly taken quite a few young masters, but this is the first time she has encountered someone with such noble demeanor and handsome features

"Whether it's a solo flight or a double flight, I have no preference," said the female bandit leader with a beaming smile, rubbing her hands together as she spoke to Leng Wushuang. "As long as one of them is you, I am indifferent."

"Wushuang, how do you have a sword?" Wuliang was exceptionally delighted, rushing over. As soon as he touched his sleeve, he was swept away by a strong gust of wind towards Luo Jinfeng.

Luo Jinfeng crossed his arms and looked at him, smiling broadly as he asked, "Between you and me, who is more suitable to be by her side?" After saying this, he shook his light purple robe; under the candlelight, he truly resembled a jade-like gentleman, exuding an air of elegance.

Wuliao sat dazed on the muddy ground, completely devoid of strength.

Wuliang's heart sank instantly; she had originally thought that Luo Jinfeng's arrival would bring a glimmer of hope, but to her surprise, he rejected her without a second thought

Wuliang's brows furrowed as he grasped his head in deep thought, appearing hesitant and indecisive

Wulou shook his head, extended a finger, squinted his crescent-shaped eyes, and slowly said: "I do not want it"

Wuliang stood in front of the house, hesitating to enter for a long time

Luo Jinfeng's eyes were filled with laughter as he lowered his gaze towards Wushilang, saying, "How can you guarantee that you won't go back on your word?" His eyes swept over the expressionless Leng Wushuang, and he smiled slightly, "After all, someone just mentioned that women need not keep their promises."

Oh? Even the Lord of the Dragon Palace is so concerned about my little husband?

From now on, there will be no more sightings of Leng Wushuang

Leng Wushuang remained with her eyes closed, her expression unchanged

Luo Jinfeng's heart tightened painfully, and the anger and hurt within him transformed into a cold smile, "I can save him, but I have conditions."

Called out many times in succession, each with a tremor, revealing an extraordinary sense of surprise

Yes, indeed, I really want to hold him in my arms and give him a good kiss

Fifty Lang's tears welled up in his eyes, rolling back and forth, yet refusing to fall

The old man waiting for the bus suddenly felt melancholic, slowly turned around, walked to the window indoors, gazed silently at the moon, and then replied to her in a low, hoarse voice: "I know that the head of the family prefers restraint. I have suppressed myself for too long, and suddenly I didn't manage it well; I was too exuberant, and it frightened her!"

The eyes of the two individuals locked in a fierce gaze for a long time. Eventually, Leng Wushuang calmed down, her gaze deep as the sea. Although she continued to stare at Wuliang, she no longer attempted to stop her.

The voice carried a tone of anger and a hint of hurt

The sword in hand is gradually being loosened, clearly having become infatuated with the past

This sudden insertion of the scene caused the female bandit leader to shiver unexpectedly

The door slammed shut with a bang, dividing the inner room from the outer room into two separate worlds. Wuliang fell to the ground, despair flooding his entire chest. The pain in his heart had dulled to the point of losing its sensation, leaving only a heart full of anguish, a dull back-and-forth sawing, again and again, and once more.

Luo Jinfeng immediately felt a sweet sensation in her heart, and the smile on her face noticeably widened. She reached out to bend down and help her pat the robe on her body, while patting it, she angrily said: "Such an ugly color, making my little Fifty look like a crow, it's terribly ugly." As her hand brushed against the edge of the robe and she saw the juvenile version of the phoenix, her mouth couldn't help but twitch, saying: "He really dares to treat my person as a crow!"

This man speaks too frankly, honestly wanting to provoke others to hit him

Wuliang began to struggle, twisting his arm in her grip, while shaking his head at Leng Wushuang like a rattle drum, "Do not agree to him, do not!"

Wuliang was baffled by her sudden action, watching helplessly as she pulled him back several steps.

Wuliang rushed over, embracing Leng Wushuang tightly, tears streaming down his face as he cried: "Wushuang, Wushuang, Wushuang..."

Come here!" Leng Wushuang's voice rose slightly, followed by a violent cough. A thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to wipe it away nonchalantly.

Leng Wushuang likely harbored the thought of mutual destruction

Her hands were tightly gripped by the female bandit leader, and she could only fix her gaze intensely on Leng Wushuang. Then, as if she had made a significant decision, she said with utmost seriousness: "Wushuang, how about we team up? Relying solely on you is not enough in terms of stamina."

It is a pity that such a precious remedy is hard to come by. It is said that there exists such a medicine, yet for many years, no one has truly used this invaluable prescription. As for whether its efficacy is truly miraculous, it has become a mystery.

Inside, it was quiet, with not a single unusual sound. The greater the silence, the more it unsettled the heart, leaving one unable to speculate on what was happening within.

Luo Jinfeng's hand suddenly froze, and the smile on her face became even sweeter. She looked up with a beaming smile, her eyes carrying a hint of coldness, and replied with a smile: "Why should I save him? I have never been inclined to meddle in the affairs of unrelated people."

She slightly broke free from Luo Jinfeng's hand and was about to take a step forward

If you continue to watch, he will definitely be unable to bear it. Once he reaches his breaking point, he will surely kill me first and then commit suicide. Fifty Lang was extremely angry and continued seriously: Therefore, I must take the initiative.

The leader here is simply a confidant of Old Man Xiao

Thus, an overwhelming sense of fear immediately filled her entire heart

Leng Wushuang was on the verge of a breakdown, almost rushing forward to smash her head flat

She rolled twice on the ground and suddenly leaped up, charging towards Wushilang.

The urgency just now was due to the lack of hope for rescue, and the hesitation now stems from the fear of witnessing that person encountering misfortune

He responded with a cold gaze, his eyes like cold stars, yet he gradually pulled Wulilang from in front of him to behind, blocking her, then lowered his hand and said coldly: "Master Luo, do not lay hands on the girl."

Moreover, it is so self-righteous.

"Hey, young man, could you please sit a bit further apart? With you like this, how can we see?" Soon, a female bandit angrily scolded, pointing her finger at Leng Wushuang, "We want to see him."

After passing by Leng Wushuang, he paused slightly, turned around, and said to the female bandit leader: "Boss, the palace master has instructed that these two can be played with, but do not play to the point of death."

Then sit cross-legged and meditate with your eyes closed

The voice was quite calm, carrying a hint of defiance

Alright, you work hard!" Wulilang's lips twitched as he watched the old man driving the carriage raise his fist in a gesture of determination, filled with fighting spirit as he swung the door open and left.

Leng Wushuang drew his sword for the thirtieth time, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and the ice in his eyes could freeze a pond for a day

"Beautiful woman, please don't!" The female bandit leader, upon seeing Wuliang's sword about to fall, leaped forward, her iron axe striking Wuliang's sword and sending it flying from his hand

After all, he has been wandering the world for many years; how could he not perceive the threat posed by the female bandit leader

Otherwise, how could such a proud person yield to such a woman?

"Little Fifty, do not forget who your master is?" Luo Jinfeng was freed from her grasp, and anger surged within him, "Do not forget, you are still under my poison at this moment"

"What agreement should a woman keep?" Leng Wushuang coldly scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at Young Master Luo, and then seriously admonished Wuliang: "You are a woman, and you are not in the martial world, so what agreement do you need to make with him? It can be disregarded."

Wuliang bit his lip, and without any hesitation, extended his hand, slowly placing it into his large palm. The two hands clasped together, and a strange current flowed into the hearts of both individuals. Their bodies trembled slightly, and then their gazes met. A hint of knowing smiles appeared at the corners of their lips, resembling the blooming of a delicate lotus.

The one who brought the dinner was surprisingly an elderly man rushing to catch a bus

In summary, I must consider the proposal of the palace master. With so many sisters in the entire village, I cannot make a decision alone. Shi Zuo, please.

"Hmph," Luo Jinfeng looked at her face full of sorrow, and his heart ached in response. He tried hard to suppress the discomfort within him, slowly turning around. The flowing corners of his robe resembled an elegant orchid, sweeping past Wuliang. Then, he turned his head and said淡淡道: "Aren't you coming along?"

Fortunately, the leader has instructed that it may only be viewed from a distance and not be desecrated

"Xiao Wushi, you look really unattractive when you cry"

Upon his promise, Wulilang immediately became excited, tugging at his sleeves and saying: "Very well, let us travel together and savor the delicacies of the world..."

Her heart ached greatly, and she completely forgot what to say, only knowing to call out Leng Wushuang's name over and over again. Through her tear-filled eyes, she and Leng Wushuang locked gazes.

Every half a tea time, people would change inside and outside the house, and all the sisters of the Black Wind Stronghold lined up to watch Young Master Leng and Wushi Lang

Luo Jinfeng walked to the door, smiled slightly, lifted his robe, and with a kick, shattered the wooden door into splinters

The man in black chuckled for a moment and said, "You should heed the words of the palace master." After saying this, he spread his sleeves, resembling a large black bat, and floated down the mountain effortlessly.

Her strength was immense, gripping Wuliang's wrist with a hand that felt like a vice made of iron, causing her great pain.

Leng Wushuang tilted his head slightly, looking in the direction where the man in black was flying, a momentary look of confusion crossing his face. In just an instant, he returned to his usual demeanor, still appearing cold and aloof. He elegantly lifted the corner of his robe and surprisingly entered the room first.

Good

Those who appreciate it gather around, discussing and commenting on it

Indeed, the female bandit leader smiled at him with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, you can choose, either follow me tonight, or let him follow me tonight"

The female bandit leader's face turned ashen, her fists clenched tightly, and her gaze burned like a raging fire. After a long while, she turned her head and smiled as she scrutinized Wulilang and Leng Wushuang, saying: "Beautiful ladies, you have arrived"

As she was speaking, her eyes suddenly widened, displaying immense surprise

The more Wuliang refused, the more unwilling he became

Then, with a rather flamboyant toss of the head, I feigned indifference and said: "I have decided that from now on, I will earnestly learn from your elder brother and become a stoic person"

Wuliao Lang steadied himself and immediately followed after.

Her large eyes carried a hint of pleading, and her face was filled with impatience as she awaited the outcome, which made Luo Jinfeng feel increasingly agitated

Wuliao hurriedly embraced him tightly from behind, while running his fingers down through his hair, as if grooming the fur of an enraged leopard.

The female bandit leader and Leng Wushuang spoke simultaneously; the former's face was as radiant as a large trumpet flower, glowing with a bright red hue, while the latter's face was pale, marked by intense anger

"The little ones, isolate them, the smaller one, I will personally oversee."

Wuliang Lang smiled and looked back at Mi, waving to the female bandit leader, "Hello, beautiful sister!"

Ah? Wushi Lang looked up, his eyes misty with tears, and saw a person in a light purple robe, smiling gently at him.

She has monopolized the past all by herself, and even after the lights are turned off, she still wants to reach out and touch it

"Alright, I will get him out now." Her gaze swept over Wulilang, a slight sense of regret flickering across her face, but she quickly cast that regret aside. What was the point of regret? After all, they were all within her own stronghold, and everything was already within her grasp.

Alright, alright, I know you brothers share a deep bond, the female bandit leader rushed forward, grabbing the octopus-like Fifty Lang by the collar, and laughed: "Your brother doesn't like a double act, so I will find you another day. Be obedient and go out first"

The door creaked open, and in came the robust and powerful leader.

Otherwise

Half an hour after dinner, someone led Wuliang to the room of the female bandit leader

I want it. Fifty Lang hurriedly replied, shaking off Leng Wushuang's hand, cradling his head with both claws, and in the frosty gaze of Leng Wushuang, he quietly repeated, I want a thousand gold pieces.

"Then we shall not speak of Wushilang. Leng Wushuang, do you not realize that your innards have already sustained serious injury?" Luo Jinfeng gradually withdrew his hand, looking at Leng Wushuang with a smile full of warmth, "If not treated in a timely manner, I fear that in the future, you should not expect to recover your martial arts skills."

The female bandits, one by one, became increasingly enraged, their voices gradually rising. Some even attempted to cross over to the table ten steps away, making their way across.

Leng Wushuang turned around, her usually cold eyes carrying a hint of a smile. She let out a sigh of relief with satisfaction and appreciatively patted her head.

The female bandit leader suddenly became furious, slamming the table and saying, "You should not refuse a toast and instead drink a punishment drink..."

What do you want to do? the female bandit asked curiously

Before she could finish her words, Luo Jinfeng pressed his index finger against her lips and said with a smile: "I do not believe in tales of ghosts and monsters, but since you have sworn and made an oath for me, I will trust you this once"

He smiled coldly, tilted his head, and cast a sidelong glance at Wuliang. Turning his back, he said, "I can save him, but you are my subordinate, and I dislike seeing you by his side." He paused for a moment, slightly turned his head, and added, "I want you to never see Leng Wushuang again."

Cold and emotionless, her face bore a serene calmness

The voice is very low, as if it can no longer muster the strength to rise.

The faces of Wuliao and Luo Jinfeng both fell at the same time

Thinking of this, she raised her head and was about to lift her leg to walk towards Wushilang

Young Master Luo? Fifty Lang tilted his head, wiped his tears, and suddenly became excited, instantly revitalized. He rushed over and shouted: "Young Master Luo, it's you, Young Master Luo..."

When do you say the boss will move them

The anger of the female bandit leader suddenly dissipated, and she gently asked, "Would you mind showing your brother to everyone?"

Leng Wushuang clutched her chest, turned around with difficulty, paused for a moment, cast a cold glance at Wuliang, who was embraced by Luo Jinfeng, lightly coughed, and said in a low voice: "Come here"

As expected, someone behind them poked their head out and replied with a grin, "Young Master Luo, this is really tempting. Can we have meat with every meal? Also, I want to stay in a room." Leng Wushuang's hand tightened suddenly, causing Wuliang to feel pain, and she immediately added in a servile manner, "However, these things, Wushuang can also take me to."

I can't help but secretly complain: When Luo is gentle, it is truly shocking

Aren't you coming in?" Luo Jinfeng asked curiously, "Weren't you just very eager?

Leng Wushuang cast a cold glance at him, covering her chest, supporting herself against the furniture in the room, and walked over step by step. When she was two steps away from Wuliang, she suddenly stopped, extended her hand, lowered her voice, and gently said: "If you believe that I can protect you, trust me, then come over."

Leng Wushuang reached out her hand and caught it in one swift motion, her dark eyes deep and unfathomable. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled out the cork and poured the tiny pill into her mouth

"Qianjin Fang?" Leng Wushuang asked softly with a hint of curiosity in her eyes

Wulou gritted his teeth and did not respond, continuing to look at him with tear-filled eyes

This head of the family is too unscrupulous

Unbeknownst to me, the bandit women, ten steps away, whispered among themselves, drooling, "If it were me, I would seize the opportunity, rush over, kiss his lips, and taste his tongue"

Luo Jinfeng suddenly burst into laughter

Such a smile truly resembles the melting of ice and snow, the collapse of an iceberg, dazzling to the point that one cannot look away

He has never humbled himself to beg anyone, especially girls. From childhood to adulthood, it has always been the girls who sought him out and loved him; he has never actively pursued anyone himself

After much contemplation, she finally bit her lip, knelt down before him with tears streaming down her face, and her voice grew even more sorrowful: "I beg you, save him, save him, save him..."

Since Wuliao saw the bloodstains at the corner of his lips, he became flustered and anxiously asked: "Why have you coughed up blood again? Have you been injured?"

Wuliang looked at him, feeling quite speechless, and then politely said, "Not at all, it was not a success!"

Leng Wushuang's eyes immediately turned cold, and her tone was frigid as she casually replied: "No need, Wulilang, you have already been poisoned by the most lethal kind. The other lesser poisons, whether one more or one less, will have the same effect."

As he turned around, Wulilang was rendered even more speechless, with two branches protruding horizontally from his back, clearly imitating Leng Wushuang

"No need." The first to respond was unexpectedly Leng Wushuang, his eyes filled with anger as he pulled Wushi Lang over with a swift motion, saying: "Let’s go."

Moreover, it also appears to be quite reluctant to end.

Wulianglang was still immersed in his brilliant smile

"Little Fifty, it seems you won't come in, he is quite good as well." Luo Jinfeng let out a cold laugh, pulling Wushilang over, his eyes fixed on the bed where the female bandit leader lay with her eyes still open, a thin slit cut across her throat, blood gushing out.

Wuliao looked over casually, ignoring them, scratching his head while chuckling softly, humming the tune of "Eighteen Touches". Soon, the melody shifted from "Eighteen Touches" to "Jasmine Flower".

He laughed again and again, feeling quite pleased in his heart; otherwise, it is likely that the women of the Black Wind Stronghold would have had their good fortune. Of course, this cannot be told to Wushilang

From beginning to end, not even a glance was cast at Wushilang. A slight pang of bitterness arose in Wushilang's heart as he bit his lip, desperately holding back the tears in his eyes

The crowd immediately erupted, pointing at Wulilang, and angrily exclaimed: "This brat is blocking the beautiful women behind, we can't see!"

The face of the female bandit leader suddenly froze in place

Leng Wushuang's gaze grew colder, her pale lips pressed tightly together. She extended her finger to unfasten the first button and said coldly, "You take him out first."

Luo Jinfeng, filled with rage, suddenly smiled. Her thin, rosy lips slowly curled up as she crossed her arms and took a couple of steps back. Imitating Leng Wushuang, she turned around, extended her hand, and softly called out to Wushi Lang: "Come here, and I will take you to explore the rivers and lakes, to taste the delicacies of the world..."

Just gazing at each other, until the seas run dry and the rocks decay

If she were to rise and look around, she would discover how different the village is today. The entire village seems to be in a deep slumber, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

Leng Wushuang's gaze instantly grew even colder as it shot towards Luo Jinfeng, "Wuliang, come here." This time, his voice was raised high, accompanied by heavy breaths, cold enough to freeze the entire mountain stronghold.

He was a frail old man with white hair, missing teeth, and spitting as he spoke. His face was covered in wrinkles resembling blooming Persian daisies, and his beard trembled as he angrily exclaimed: "Why do all the good things go to those two?"

Her features are as beautiful as a painting, accompanied by a faint fragrance of orchids

The door creaked open, and the female bandit leader stepped out first, followed by a person completely wrapped in black cloth, even their face was covered in black cloth, revealing only a pair of slender eyes that were deliberately cast down.

Leng Wushuang and Wushilang were assigned to the same room

The cold, unparalleled eyelashes behind her fluttered again and again, ultimately closing. The hands resting on her knees tightened and then slowly unfurled, beginning to regulate her breathing.

Wuliao could only respond with a nod.

If you are sure you want me, then let him go; I do not like being watched. His expression was one of disgust, his brows furrowed, and his long fingers rested on his button, speaking coldly.

Wushi Lang furrowed his brow, holding his head in deep thought. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "This is simple." He raised his finger and solemnly swore, "If what I, Wushi Lang, say is not true, then let me..."

"Is this your second sword?" Luo Jinfeng clicked his tongue and turned to Wushilang with a smile, saying, "In earlier years, it was said that the second sword of the unparalleled young master could seal the throat with a single strike, but no one had ever seen it. It turns out to be just a waist sword."

Wuliao looked at him with difficulty, yet did not move a step. After a long while, he replied, "No, Wushuang, I indeed promised him." She did not even dare to raise her head to look at the increasingly angry Leng Wushuang; merely breathing, she could sense the coldness in the air.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "Alright, I will go with you, but you must release her." He glanced at Wulilang, momentarily taken aback.

"Wushi Lang! Do you take me for a fool?" The face of Young Master Luo turned a deep shade of anger as he reached out to grab Wushi Lang.

Wuliang glanced at Leng Wushuang with a sense of guilt, lowering his head slightly

Leng Wushuang's eyes, dark and deep, carried a certain resolute emotion

"No, I don't want to," Wushi Lang hurriedly ran over, standing by the bed, tugging at his sleeve, looking pitifully at the female bandit leader, "I don't want to leave my brother. If you drive me away, I will take my own life."

Wuliang urgently grabbed his hand and said in a flustered manner, "Save him, save Leng Wushuang"

Young Master Luo walked gracefully, and after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and raised his voice, saying: "Young Master Wushuang, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. I have only administered a sleeping potion to the village, and in two hours, everyone will awaken. It is best for you to complete your cultivation within these two hours"

Leng Wushuang let out a cold snort, looking at the worried expression on Wushi Lang's face. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and she simply closed her eyes, preferring not to see. This left Wushi Lang alone to awkwardly smile at the female fellow citizens who had come to watch.

Shut up

Luo Jinfeng's expression changed repeatedly, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained. His face darkened ominously as he angrily said: "You kneel to me for him?"

The splendid fantasies in my mind were immediately replaced by the male protagonist

Luo Jinfeng's eyes twitched; had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, had he not heard it with his own ears, he would never have believed that the renowned and illustrious Young Master of unparalleled reputation could utter such shameless words with such righteous indignation.

"My lord, would you like to have a threesome, including the old man driving the carriage?" Wulilang's considerate suggestion stemmed from his recollection of the old man's deep affection, which he simply could not resist recommending.

Thus, a group of female bandits could only stop ten steps away. Then, across the table, they pointed and gestured at the seated Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang.

With her eyes closed, Leng Wushuang slowly opened them, her gaze like autumn waters. As her eyes shifted, the corners of her mouth gradually lifted, first forming a faint smile, and then breaking into a hearty laugh.

Fifty Lang turned around and saw Leng Wushuang standing behind him, dressed in black like the night, with a face as pale as jade. With his hands behind his back and a mocking look in his eyes, he appeared completely unperturbed. Upon noticing Fifty Lang's gaze, he said with great indifference: "You have arrived"

"Wuliang, as long as you come over, I will give you the medicine, and you will never see Leng Wushuang again." Luo Jinfeng's patience had already worn thin, and beneath his smiling face lay immense anger. "Do not forget, who just promised me outside, that in this lifetime, you will not see Leng Wushuang."

Fifty Lang's expression changed slightly, and then he silently picked up a stool, placed it in front of Leng Wushuang, sat down, and positioned himself to shield him from view.

The gazes of the two intertwined in the cold wind, gradually growing colder. After kneeling for a long time, Wulilang gritted his teeth, his expression icy as he slowly stood up and said: "I will no longer plead with you. If anything happens to him, I will accompany him."

"No skin contact allowed." He did not stop her again, but could not help but coldly warn Luo Jinfeng once more

Her female Qing sword had long been confiscated by the other female bandits in the stronghold. When she spoke, she instinctively reached for her sword, only to find nothing there.

With tears in his eyes, he grasped Wulilang's hand and choked out, "Good brother, I heard that you recommended me, and I am very touched"

"Fifty Lang, go ahead." After a hearty laugh, he calmed down and, with great composure, suggested, pinching the tip of the sword and aiming it at the artery in his neck, said: "It will be quick if I cut here!"

Wushuang, hold on. Persevere! Persevere!

"Get out." The female bandit leader forcefully lifted Wu Shilang, kicked open the door, and threw her out.

Fifty Lang was ultimately imprisoned in another room

She answered both quickly and accurately, her voice clear and crisp. Due to the sudden surprise, she completely forgot the previous cold rejection from the person in front of her

Your gaze should be focused on me!" Luo Jinfeng moved her head, reached out to wipe away the tears she ultimately could not hold back, looked at Wushilang with great tenderness, and smiled slightly as she said: "This time, you must stay close to me and not leave on your own again.

Without seeking an antidote, one would suffer a fate even worse than yours

Like an orchid in full bloom, graceful and elegant, he provocatively looked at Leng Wushuang with a victorious demeanor, saying, "If you want it, come and take it yourself." He extended his palm, flat and open, his heart racing unevenly, yet it was filled with pride.

His eyes shone brighter than ever, filled with a determined expression, as he extended his hand.

"Fifty, do you dare?" Luo Jinfeng adjusted his arms, provocatively looking at Leng Wushuang, with an incredibly charming smile, "Young Master Wushuang, my little fifty cannot follow you any longer"

Wuliao Lang was momentarily taken aback, but soon he followed along eagerly.

Leng Wushuang's eyes shot over like a flash, her lips pressed together in an angry glare, with flames of fury dancing in her gaze, "What do you want?"

The head of the household, both young masters have been brought here

Under the candlelight, his fair neck was slightly exposed, exuding an indescribable allure. The female bandit leader was immediately captivated, her soul seemingly taken away, and she nearly drooled on the spot