Su Rongrong could feel that Su Xingyu's movements were very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her. This gave her a sense of security, and her mood gradually returned from the fear of being persecuted. After her mood calmed down, she finally realized how close she was to Su Xingyu. She could clearly feel the boy's breath.
Cultivators did not age easily, especially those who had broken through the Enlightenment early. Before the age of fifty, their appearance would basically be able to maintain a youthful appearance. So even though Su Xingyu was almost thirty years old, he still looked like a big boy.
From the moment they met, they did not get along. Quarreling was normal, but this was the first time they quietly faced each other.
Su Rongrong felt her heartbeat gradually quicken. She could not understand this feeling, just like how Su Xingyu could not explain the anger he felt when he saw her miserable state. At a certain moment, the line of sight between the two of them was like a kite that had been drifting outside for a long time with a broken string. Unexpectedly, their gazes met, and an emotion that was deeper than meeting an old friend in a foreign land sublimated as their gazes met.
Both sides could hear each other's heartbeat and involuntarily moved their eyes away.
Su Xingyu was after all not eighteen years old. How could he not understand, he had clearly fallen in love with the little girl. This was something he could not accept, because he already had someone he liked. Moreover, he had liked her for many, many years. He also firmly believed that he could continue to like her. Only by remaining unchanging could he be worthy of the person he liked. Otherwise, it would be a kind of blasphemy.
"Tomorrow will be fine." He repeated what he had just said, put away the ointment, and tried to escape this place.
"Wait!" Su Rongrong hurriedly shouted.
"What now?" Su Xingyu pretended to be impatient.
Su Rongrong said, "If you leave, where will I stay tonight? Also, also, young master saw that I did not go back, so he will definitely send grandpa Zhao to find me. You also have to help me send a message to young master to rest assured. "
"You can stay here tonight. My friend will take care of you. I will naturally deliver the message, you don't need to remind me. " Su Xingyu hurriedly wanted to leave, but was blocked by the beautiful woman at the door. "You can stay here, but you must deliver the message. I don't want to offend Yan Shiyi." She winked at Su Xingyu. "Also, I need to go out for a while. You stay here to protect her."
Su Xingyu felt very awkward, but he could not refuse, so he could only turn back and sit.
When Su Rongrong saw this, she felt very uncomfortable. When the beautiful woman left, she pouted and said, "Hmph, what's your relationship with this woman? Why do you listen to her every time she says something?"
"She is my older of." Su Xingyu rolled of his eyes.
Su Rongrong stuck out her tongue and did not dare to speak.
As night fell, the city of ice in the middle of the sea of desert began to show its power — the temperature difference between day and night was terrifying.
Su Rongrong shivered from the cold and walked on the street. There were no lights on the road, making her feel like a small boat lost in the dark sea and could be swallowed by the darkness at any time. Su Xingyu's expression reverberated in her mind. She had never seen Su Xingyu's expression before. When she had unintentionally asked him why he had come to Xiuda City, Su Xingyu's expression had been like that of a terminally ill patient struggling in the mud, hazy and dark, even heavier than the icy air of the streets. She was very uneasy, so she secretly followed him at night. She didn't expect to be thrown off after only a few streets.
She was sure that Su Xingyu was going to do something very painful. She only wanted to repay him and did not think too much about it. Only now did she realize the importance of cultivation.
If his cultivation was high enough, he would not be afraid of this little bit of cold, and could even help him defeat the enemy at the critical moment. She thought that when she returned this time, she would definitely ask the son-in-law to teach her cultivation. With her talent, she would be able to surpass Su Xingyu in less than three to five years. The elation of this triumph overcame the coldness, and for a moment she forgot.
At this time, they came to a dark alley. Su Rongrong saw a figure that looked similar to Su Xingyu disappear into the alley, but she didn't want to chase after it. Xiuda City also had alleys, but these alleys were very dark at night. The ancient architectural style added a lot of mysterious charm to this ice city.
Su Rongrong chased him to the alley that was as dark as a crack between heaven and earth. She couldn't see anyone inside, but suddenly, she heard someone talking. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a person's side profile. The side profile was very gentle and full of masculine charm. She felt that it was very familiar. After searching for a while in her mind, she remembered.
"Wen Ziqing, what is he doing here? But he is Su Xingyu's Eldest Senior-apprentice Brother, so I might as well ask him. "
Su Rongrong had once seen the chief disciple of Dragon Elephant Mountain, Wen Ziqing, in Phoenix Hall. The reason she remembered him was because Wen Ziqing had come to propose marriage to Su Xingyu to the Palace Master. Moreover, he had stayed for many days and begged for a long time, but was rejected by the Palace Master on the grounds that she could not decide on the marriage of the Second Young Lady. At that time, she had a very good impression of Wen Ziqing. She felt that he was worthy of being the Eldest Senior-apprentice Brother, thinking of his own junior-apprentice brother.
But Wen Ziqing's voice made her dispel the idea of calling for help. That voice was as light as thin paper, and it was gloomy, as if an evil spirit had crawled out of hell and wanted to take revenge on the world. It also had a devilish allure to it.
"The conditions to assassinate Yan Shifang are ripe. Go and tell them to prepare themselves. This is our last chance to redeem our reputation."
"I understand." The person opposite Wen Ziqing responded softly. It didn't seem as if they were conspiring to harm someone, but as if they were just having a simple conversation.
These two sentences caused Su Rongrong to not dare to breathe, and her face turned deathly pale. The person who was talking to Wen Ziqing walked towards the other end of the alley, while Wen Ziqing walked towards her. She wanted to run away, but the darkness and fear were like invisible ropes, tightly binding her. She couldn't even move a finger.
Finally, after forcing her windpipe to fill with icy cold air, she was able to breathe again. She gasped for breath and ran desperately towards the main street. Her panic attracted Wen Ziqing's attention.
Wen Ziqing quickly stopped Su Rongrong. In the darkness, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his breathing was like the hissing of a poisonous snake. As the chief disciple of Dragon Elephant Mountain, he often paid enough attention to the cultivation world, and he quickly recognized that it was the cooking maid that Yan Shiyi brought with him all year round. "What did you hear?" he asked with a soft smile.
"I didn't hear anything!" Su Rongrong said, almost crying.
"No matter what you heard, don't tell anyone, okay?" Wen Ziqing's voice became softer and softer, and it was full of hypnosis.
"Okay, okay …" Su Rongrong almost immediately fell for it, but when she saw the change in Wen Ziqing's expression, she realized her stupidity. "No, no, I didn't hear anything. What can I say to anyone? Please let me go …"
Wen Ziqing smiled, as if he was eager to find someone to talk to about his inner feelings. His soft face was slightly twisted. "Do you know?
Yan Shifang almost ruined everything for me. If he is innocent, then what about my actions? I am the chief disciple of Dragon Elephant Mountain, and I am the spiritual leader of many people. I can't have a stain on my body. I don't need you to understand my feelings. I'm telling you this because I hope that you can die in peace. "Then he made his move.
Su Rongrong didn't even have time to spit out a word when she suddenly felt a sharp pain all over her body. She spat out mouthfuls of blood, which sprayed all over the sky as if it was raining blood.
"Stop!"
In the blink of an eye, she seemed to see Su Xingyu appear from the darkness. His heart ached as he hugged her, as if he was hurting himself. She felt like she was dreaming, and all the pain disappeared. She reached out her hand to touch his face, and there was a wet tear coming out.
Is he crying for me? She thought sweetly in her heart, and all her fear disappeared. She tried her best to say, "I like you …" She found it very difficult to squeeze out these few words. She felt her life slipping away, and also understood the fact that she was about to die. "Do you … like … me?" She spat out these few words with even more difficulty.
"I …"
She did not get the answer she wanted, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. It seemed that at the last moment, she saw Yan Shiyi's expressionless face appear in her sight. She used all her strength to squeeze out a few words, "They … want … Yan … Li …"
Yan Shiyi's hand slowly touched the scabbard on his back.
Wen Ziqing felt the fear of death. He almost wanted to turn around and run, but he knew that if he left his back to the other party, it would only speed up his death.
"Wait, Yan Shiyi, wait!" Su Xingyu shouted with all his might.
If Yan Shiyi wanted to kill someone, would he wait? Of course not, and so Wen Ziqing died. No matter how hard Wen Ziqing tried to speed up the release of his moves, he could not keep up with the speed of the blade. He was cut into many pieces by the blade, and scattered on the ground.
Su Xingyu shouted with all his might, "Senior Brother, you are wrong. I am here to tell you that you are wrong …" He almost shouted it out, as if he wanted Wen Ziqing's soul to hear him.
"Noisy." Yan Shiyi's eyes turned to Su Xingyu.
Su Xingyu instantly felt the darkness around him distort, turning into endless killing intent that surged towards him. He felt that his body had already been broken into pieces by this killing intent, and there was not a single part of him that was intact. "Stop, I can save her!" His voice was bloody and hoarse, as if he was digging it out of his throat. He knew that he could not die. He was not afraid of death, and he was not afraid of Yan Shiyi, but he was the only one who could stop Yan Shiyi from killing Dragon Elephant Mountain.
Yan Shiyi might die, but how much of his anger could Dragon Elephant Mountain bear? As long as it was more than 30%, Confucian orthodoxy would inevitably embark on the process of decline.
Sensing the weakening of the killing intent, Su Xingyu tried to calm his breathing, "I can't delay any longer, do you understand? It doesn't matter if I live or die, but I can't let you attack Dragon Elephant Mountain, so you should know that I am sincere. Also, I have a list of those people, I will find them one by one and give them to you! "
Yan Shiyi put away his blade and said lightly, "One condition."
"Speak."
"Marry her."
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