Chapter 1 The Legend of the Corpse Demon
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Night, the moonlight like frost.
Jian Si Hun rested his head on his hands, reclined on the bed, and looked at the pale purple foggy curtain outside the window. He was not sleepy at all. With a click, the wooden door opened, and the person who had lingered in his mind sneaked in.
Under the moonlight, at first glance, perhaps that glance will make you think of the word stunning, but upon closer inspection, you will find that there is a shocking strangeness overflowing from this beauty.
Jian Si Hun did not say a word, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After a while, he felt someone sneak in like a loach, and he unconsciously reached out his arm, allowing the right hand that had earned him the name Sword God to rest on the silky black hair on that side of his pillow.
The rough hands twisted a few strands of green hair, and the faint fragrance entered his nose. In just a moment, the person in his arms had already fallen asleep. Only then did Sword Soul slightly lower his head and look down at the person in his arms. Her face was almost transparent white, her eyes slightly closed, and her slightly curled brown eyelashes cast a pale shadow on her eyelids. Her small nose and plump pink lips made him feel a trace of desire in his heart that had been silent for many years.
He leaned down, almost kissing the rosy face, but suddenly he was shocked by his own actions. It was only then that he realised that Sword-like Soul, the person in your arms, is no longer the child from those years ago.
Outside the window, the wind passed through the purple mist and the sea of trees, rustling. The person in his arms seemed a little cold, and she shrank into his arms again. Jian Si Hun subconsciously tightened the hand that was around her waist. Under the moonlight, on her face that was as beautiful as the heavens, a bloom of bloody-red manjushage ran from her left forehead to her right cheek. Her rough hands stroked the mark, which seemed ready to drip blood. Suddenly she wondered, if it weren’t for this mark, how would the corpse demon be different from the usual beauty?
Did the calluses on her hands hurt her? The person in her arms muttered something, and she hugged him even tighter. Jian Si Hun let out a soft sigh, and her gaze returned to the window. Had it been more than ten years since such days had ended?
Everyone said that the corpse demon was inauspicious, but looking at the person in her arms, Jian Si Hun lovingly stroked her silky black hair, and whispered, ‘Li’er, how could you be inauspicious? Which person in the world is as pure as you?’
The next day, at dawn. A gorgeous golden light pierced through the purple misty sea of trees. Jian Si Hun patted his sleeping daughter, but she only uttered a soft moan, so he had to gently place her on the pillow and get up to get dressed.
Looking at her sleeping face, even the cold and stern Sword God couldn’t help but smile. More than ten years ago, the Demon Sect and the Central Plains martial arts world had a great battle, which became a catastrophe for the common people. But did it not also become a blessing for himself?
Countless corpses and blood had dyed the soil of the entire forest red, and the fog had turned purple. It was as if the purple fog and the sea of trees had gathered the light of the sun and the moon, and had condensed into the corpse demon, which was forbidden in the world.
A corpse demon? At the thought of these words, Jian Ruxin’s brows knitted again. He didn’t want to describe her like that. After all, she was so beautiful. More than ten years of painstaking care had kept her as pure and flawless as a newborn baby, as if she were a fairy banished to the mortal world, untouched by the affairs of the world.
Jian Ruxun tied up a simple bundle and left the sea of purple mist trees. His thick finger bones were covered in veins as he looked at the ancient sword in his hands. He looked at the birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, and behind him were the clear cries of ‘Brother! Brother!’
Jian Ruxun turned and looked at the running beautiful figure. The sunlight of that moment was forever engraved in his heart. ‘Perhaps my whole life will be for this one person alone.’ Thinking this, his smile was warm.
He opened his arms to catch the person who was rushing towards him, and the fragrance that was like the wind passing through a sea of flowers made his normally sharp thinking come to a halt. ‘Brother is going out to buy some things, and Li’er has to be good and listen, okay?’
He patted the frail back of the person in his arms and spoke softly to comfort her. In the sunlight, Li’er looked up, her gaze like a pool of clear water: ‘Yes, Li’er will wait for Brother to come back.’
Jian Ruxun turned around and left, not noticing that his footsteps had quickened considerably. He thought to himself, ‘Go quickly and come back quickly. This sea of purple mist trees is generally inaccessible to ordinary people. Li’er has always listened to him since she was little, and if he tells her to stay, she will definitely not go out. He is very relieved about this.
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Chapter 2 Nangong Ao VS Sword God
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When Jian Ru soul met this cold-blooded man in black on the road, he didn’t pay much attention to him. His reputation as the Sword God was definitely not undeserved.
However, after a single move, even this master of the sword who had been famous in the martial world for many years was completely shocked. Jian Si Hun gave up the idea of a quick victory and looked at the young man in front of him, who was only 18 or 19 years old. He had not been involved in martial arts for more than ten years, and was a newcomer to the martial arts world. Was he already that terrifying?
His opponent was arrogant and cold. In those eyes, one could only see coldness. Perhaps they would only shine when they reflected blood? Jian Si Hun suddenly thought this as the sword cut across his chest.
‘Surrender your soul and you will be spared.’ The opponent’s sword was pointed diagonally, and the corner of his eye flicked up, giving off a kind of condescending air of superiority. However, the lofty air also revealed boundless loneliness, desolate as snow.
Jian Ruxin clenched the sword in his hand. He had also desperately fought to obtain that thing, crushing it into powder to wash away the gloomy aura from his son’s body.
It was a battle that could definitely be ranked among the best in the martial world, but unfortunately no one saw it. And precisely because no one saw it, Sword Like a Soul remained the invincible Sword God. Although his clothes were stained with blood, he leapt to his death from the bottomless Wupu Cliff.
When he was about to jump off the cliff, he covered his chest with his hands and asked only one question: ‘Who are you?’
The young man in black didn’t even look at him properly, but only gazed vacantly into the distance to the west, where the purple clouds filled the sky: ‘Nangong Ao.’
Who is Nangong Ao? These were the words in Jian Ru Hún’s heart at the time, and the other sentence was the last thing he heard: ‘What you lost to me was not swordplay.’
If the heart is empty, then the sword is invincible. But was this person truly without anything in his heart? What kind of years could make such a young boy indifferent to everything?
In fact, Nangong Ao wasn’t thinking about anything. He was just stating a fact. If this swordsman could have abandoned everything and fought him, he wouldn’t have lost so quickly. He lightly dusted a blood bead from his hair, watching the fall of a generation of martial arts myths. He sheathed his sword in his sleeve, and the solemnity of that moment allowed him to spare the remains of his body. It was the greatest respect he could pay to this formidable opponent.
He did not find the soul, the legendary soul of the sword, which could bring the dead back to life. But he did not know the meaning of giving up. His goal was to do what he had to do. If he had known the meaning of giving up, he would never have survived the years of hardship in the Moonlight Tower.
He formed his five fingers into a claw and inserted them directly into the skull, where the afterimages were still present. The undying afterimages flooded into his mind, including the hardships of learning from a master, the bloody years of becoming famous, the right and wrongs of his life, and finally, in the end, there was a tranquility like the ripples of a piece of turquoise water. In the purple light and mist, there was a figure, like a lonely orchid forever preserved.
Nan Gong Ao slightly raised the corners of his lips, which was considered a smile. For someone who has survived through bloodshed, once they have the desire to quit, they are basically resigned to the end.
That forest is the sea of purple mist trees!
Without hindrance, Nangong Ao walked through the forest containing the Reversal Qimen Bagua Array. The sunlight, filtering through the purple mist, cast a mottled and variegated hue. The light halo spread out, and it was as if scattered gold and silver were falling onto the forest floor. At first glance, it looked as if one had wandered into a fairyland by mistake.
His footsteps stopped next to a small hut. Under the tree in front of the hut, there was a woman in white, as ethereal as the breeze. Just standing there leaning against the tree, she eclipsed the blossoms on the tree.
Nangong Ao looked at her for two seconds, but he wasn’t looking at the woman. In his eyes, any beauty is only skin deep. What really made him stop in his tracks was the aura that almost overflowed from the woman’s body. Apart from the soul, he couldn’t think of any other treasure that could achieve this effect.
Just by moving her feet slightly, the woman under the tree had already looked up. Silence. Nangong Ao would not be silent. The people in the Moonlight Tower unanimously agreed that this person was even worse than a blind person in terms of aesthetics.
‘The soul is in you?’ His tone was no different from the tone he would use when talking to a cow. The woman under the tree walked over lightly. Her beautiful eyes were like a black pearl in a pool of mercury. Even the trees in the forest would melt if they were looked at like that.
But Nangong Ao was not a tree.
The woman looked at him full of doubt, and after a long time, she called out very uncertainly, ’Brother?’
Nangong Ao frowned slightly. What kind of address is this?
‘The soul is in you?’
Li’er looked at the person in front of her with confusion. His aura was sharp like a freshly unsheathed sword, but it also vaguely exuded an air that made her feel very familiar. Is this really my brother? It should be, he never stays out for so long, right?
Nangong Ao was not usually patient, but when he saw the person in front of him, to be precise, the almost evil and enchanting Manjushri on her face, even he, who was cold as ice, felt his heart skip a beat. Corpse demon!
The corpse demon, which legend says brings the most vicious curse, is a taboo in the human world, but for someone like Nangong Ao, it is no different than a treasure.
He frowned. If the soul had already merged with her body, the host’s deranged injury could also be cured with this person’s blood, but this person is very useful to himself.
The thought was only a momentary thought, and the woman had already hesitantly walked over, calling softly again, ‘Brother?’
Nangong Ao raised his eyes and said to the hesitant person, ‘Come here.’ So the woman was full of joy, running lightly like a swallow, throwing herself into his arms. Then the faint fragrance entered her nose, and Nangong Ao’s hands very skillfully placed themselves on her pressure points, making sure that she didn’t make any other movements before slowly feeling her pulse. Then he was sure that the soul was indeed inside her.
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Chapter 3: It was all effortless
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The woman in his arms rubbed her head against his chest, then looked up, her eyes full of joy: ‘Brother, I thought you were going to leave me.’
Nangong Ao put his arms around her waist. He had always felt indifferent towards women, and had had so many affairs that he had forgotten who his first was with.
‘Come with me.’ Those were his first words. The person in his arms looked up, and the innocent smile in his eyes was not generally silly: “Oh.”
The two left together. I wonder if Jian Ruxun would beat his chest and kick himself if he saw this scene, regretting not having told Li’er that there is a kind of person in this world called a bad guy…
At the inn, Nangong Ao booked two rooms. He was not exactly a gentleman, but at least he was not a lecherous fool. When the woman crept in in the middle of the night, he wasn’t asleep. That was another good habit that Wang Yue Lou had given him…vigilance. He could never sleep at night, even if he was tired, he could only sleep lightly.
But when the woman came to him, his seemingly unaware sleeping position had already changed into the most seamless defensive posture. But this posture only lasted for a moment. The woman curled up in his bed and snuggled directly into his arms.
After making sure that there would be no more action, Nangong Ao’s lips curled into a sneer. His sword-like soul revealed that you have also become attached to the world of sensual pleasures.
He rolled over and pressed the delicate and soft body under him. He had said before that he was not a lustful villain, but he was definitely not an abstinent gentleman who could sit still. He had always accepted what was offered to him, not to mention that what was offered to him this time seemed to taste pretty good.
He leaned down and kissed those pink, luscious lips, with a force that was definitely not gentle. The person beneath him quickly opened his eyes, full of confusion between waking up and not waking up. Nangong Ao looked at him coldly and had to admit that this little demon really knows how to seduce people.
Things were going according to plan. Although the person beneath him was confused, there was not the slightest sign of resistance. It was only when he entered her without mercy that her hand subconsciously clutched his shoulder. The pain was clearly written on her face, but she bit her lip hard and refused to scream. Her posture of forbearance aroused Nangong Ao’s desire even more, so he moved even more frantically.
The room was filled with panting and moaning, and the scene was endless. Nangong Ao’s consciousness was very clear. While admiring the expression on the person beneath him, he sneered, ‘The women in this world, the more innocent they look, the more they will act.’
A lingering embrace that lasted for an unknown period of time, Nangong Ao finally released himself, rolled over, pulled away from the person beneath him, and found her trembling all over, still nestled in his arms.
Her sweat-drenched body was usually slimy, but there was a strange fragrance that cleared one’s mind. So Nangong Ao gave up the idea of pushing her away and embraced the first woman to make him feel tired.
When he got up, Nangong Ao felt more energetic than ever, but he resisted the urge to hold her again. He was a smart man and could always tell what was important.
When he got up, he accidentally saw the purple blood stains on the white sheet, so he frowned slightly and looked at the person who was still asleep. He held her chin with his hand to wake her up from her sleep. Her eyes were full of confusion: ‘Brother, I’m very tired.’
Nangong Ao suppressed the desire in his heart and whispered, ‘Does it hurt?’ Li’er met his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Nangong Ao laughed teasingly, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
The person in bed hugged the quilt and hung her head, saying, ‘Whatever you do, brother, is always for the good of Li’er.’
Nangong Ao looked at the beauty in bed and almost laughed out loud, looking up at the sky. This treasure was picked up, and it really didn’t take any effort at all.
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Main Text Chapter 4 The Moonlit Building
Chapter 4: The lonely building where one looks at the moon
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‘Go,’ Nangong Ao said, only one word. So the person in bed rubbed their eyes, slowly got up and got dressed. Their graceful figure was slowly half-covered by the skirt, and Nangong Ao leaned against the door and watched, the boundless spring light hardening him to refrain from urging her again.
After riding all the way, Nangong Ao carried her in front of the horse. For horses, Li was no stranger. Jian Si Hun bought a lot of them for her and let them roam free on the purple mist tree. Sometimes he also took her for a leisurely ride through the forest. But after being on the horse all day, she was finally a little sleepy. Nangong Ao had no habit of stopping while travelling, so he continued on his way to Wangyue Youlou.
They stayed at an inn again. Li sat at the table, looking at the dishes and then at Nangong Ao. She didn’t eat meat.
Nangong Ao poured wine into his hands and knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks, signaling to eat! Li then buried her head in her meal. She was really a little hungry after being hungry all day.
Nangong Ao did not pay any attention to her, but simply arranged her long hair to cover the mark between her eyebrows so as to avoid attracting attention.
They had been travelling like this for a full month and a half, staying at inns at night. She always went to bed with him in the middle of the night, and Nangong Ao never refused her. Moreover, when practising martial arts these past few days, he felt that his internal energy was flowing freely and his physical strength was even more abundant than before. He wondered if this corpse demon was also a tonic.
So he stopped holding back and they had sex every night. The person beneath him would only moan softly if he couldn’t take it anymore, and he wouldn’t even reach out to resist. Sometimes he even passed out, and it took him a long time to notice.
After travelling for a few days, they finally stopped.
Nangong dismounted and subconsciously glanced at the thousand-foot cliffs. Who would have thought that the headquarters of the most mysterious killer organisation in the Jianghu, the Moon-Gazing Tower of Solitude, was among these floating clouds.
He reached out and took the waist of the person beside him, and Nangong Zuo’s toes were already pointed as he rose up from the ground. The gusty mountain wind lifted his black clothes. Li’er watched her messy hair stroke his face. He had no expression, but when his strength was about to run out, he rose even higher again, holding someone in his arms, and yet he was surprisingly light as a swallow.
Li’er was stunned as he put her down, and she tugged at the corner of his sleeve with one hand while looking around curiously. She was surprised to find that the pavilions and towers were actually hidden in the clouds, giving the whole area a rather ethereal and intangible feel.
Nan Gong walked on as if no one was around, and Li’er had to almost run to keep up with him. Someone behind them whispered faintly, ‘Look, that’s the strongest assassin of the Moonlight Tower, the amulet of the head of the Ji family.’
“You should have told me earlier!’
Nangong took Li’er to a very simple and unadorned little building, and with a flip of his hand, he already held a short sword that was almost transparent: ‘Hand.’ Li’er obediently held out her hand, and Nangong’s blade lightly cut across her wrist, leaving a bright red streak on her pale, jade-white wrist. Li’er winced and pulled her hand back, looking up at Nangong. She slowly held out her hand again, allowing the blood to drip into a small white bottle. When it looked like it was almost done, Nangong said, ‘Stay here.’ Then he strode out.
It was not until dawn the next day that Nangong returned. He had spent the whole night healing the landlord’s injuries through excessive internal energy cultivation and guarding the window, which made him look tired. He reached over by the bed to undo his clothes, but the person in the bed had already opened his eyes, with a sweet smile on his face. He stood up, reached over and put his arm around her neck, cooing, ‘Brother!’
Without even pausing to undo his clothes, Nangong silently leaned back and pressed her down on the bed.
When it was almost noon, Nangong opened his eyes and saw Li’er’s watery eyes looking at him.
‘What is it?’ There was a hint of impatience in his voice.
‘I’m… I’m hungry.’
“Wait a minute.’
When Nangong took her to the restaurant in Wangyue Youlou, it was just about dinner time. Most of the people in Wangyue Youlou were there, and when Li’er, dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked in behind Nangong, time seemed to have come to a standstill.
Nangong picked a table and sat down, and someone quickly removed the remaining tables and rearranged the exquisite fruit and vegetables. Li’er was a little afraid of the stares around her, and she shrank closer to Nangong. Nangong said, ‘Let’s eat.’
So she took the chopsticks and ate very quickly. She must have been starving.
Nangong just leisurely picked up the food with his chopsticks.
‘Nangong, you’ve gained a lot this time,’ said a voice. He almost didn’t turn around when a hand rested on his shoulder. Who else in the entire Wangyuelou would dare to casually talk to him to this extent?
The Wangyuelou is divided into five halls and two envoys.
The leaders of the five halls are Qiu Yufeng of the Golden Hall, You Bai of the Wood Hall, Fu Feng of the Water Hall, Mo Ge of the Fire Hall, Zhuang Jing of the Earth Hall, Nangong Ao of the White Tiger Hall, and Xia Huaizhi of the Green Dragon Hall. The power of the five halls is evenly divided, but the two envoys have been by the owner’s side for many years and are rumoured to have unfathomable power.
The person standing behind him is Xia Huaizhi, the White Tiger Envoy.
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Chapter 5: She’s just a woman!
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‘When did you ever care about my gains?’ Nangong said indifferently, without even looking up. Next to him, Li’er looked at the tall man at the table. He was wearing a long white gown, and although he was smiling, there was a kind of sinister aura emanating from him.
Those cold, sinister eyes shot over, and Li’er timidly moved closer to Nangong Ao, who simply repeated, ‘Eat.’
Xia Huaiyi sneered, walked away in a huff, and Nangong didn’t even raise an eyebrow. Ever since he killed Xia Huaibing by mistake ten years ago, this person and he would sooner or later have a life-and-death battle. Could this be the reason why Ji Chongsheng reused them?
That night, Nangong replaced Xia Huaizhi and stood guard under the window of Ji Chongsheng’s bedroom. The moonlight was still bright, reflecting off his black clothes. The patchy shadows on the wall reminded him of when he was very young, of the woman he should have called mother but never did. She was also very young at the time, stroking his head with cold, resolute eyes. ‘Your father was a hero. You must also be a hero.’
Hero? Nangong looked at Yuelun, and that kind of look made the nineteen-year-old boy creepy.
Such days passed in cycles for two months. The building never changed, but you never knew who would never return from inside.
‘Those beauties in the Huanuange are thinking about you every day,’ You Bai patted Nangong Ao’s shoulder and smiled meaningfully, ‘Do you want to go take a look?’
Nangong looked up at his only comrade-in-arms and of course knew what he was referring to, but he just gave a faint smile and said, ‘It’s just a woman.’
He walked away as if nothing had happened. Yes, she is just a woman.
The plan had slowly been put into action. Nangong sometimes looked in the direction of the Central Plains. Should it be soon? But there was no certainty. Looking at the evenly divided forces, although the snake foam grass added to the last bottle of blood was hidden in Ji Chongsheng’s blood, the onset was very slow. Otherwise, how could someone as cautious as Ji Chongsheng fall for it.
When he came out, Nangong Ao saw Li’er. She had been turning around for a long time, and the way her hands were clasped in front of her chest made his lower abdomen feel as if it were on fire. So he walked straight over to her and embraced her. She turned around in alarm, but when she saw Nangong Ao, she spread a sweet smile and said, ‘Brother!’
She put her arms around his neck intimately and rubbed her head against his chest, like a lost puppy who has seen its owner again. Nangong Ao didn’t say anything; he had his own problems to deal with right now.
He carried her straight into the Tingtao Lodge, and went straight to the point. She let out a low groan, gripped the silk quilt beside her, and her body trembled more and more violently. Nangong Ao suppressed her hands with strength, looking at the person beneath him whose small face was wrinkled in pain, but who still looked at him only submissively, her teeth clenched, and a low groan escaped her lips.
This time it took a long time, and Nangong Ao watched her face change as he came inside her. He pulled out of her, opened her mouth with a forceful movement, and thrust in again.
She couldn’t vomit because she was unable to breathe with the huge object in her mouth. Her small, white hands grabbed Nangong Ao’s clothes and made a whimpering sound.
When Nangong Ao was finally satisfied and slowly withdrew, her rosy face turned slightly purple. Her deep, beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, but they did not fall. Her naked body leaned a little closer into Nangong’s arms, and she shrank in as a whole.
Nangong Ao tugged her hair and looked at her closely. She looked at him with confusion, and Nangong Ao said coldly, ‘Get out!’
Li didn’t react for half a day, staring straight at Nangong Ao. Did Nangong Ao’s eyes scare her? She got up, wrapped her clothes in a messy manner, and stumbled out.
Nangong Ao closed his eyes slightly. It was just a woman!
The wind outside was still a little cold, and Li was afraid to go far away. The corpse demon had a very poor memory, and every day it slowly lost its memories.
She sat down against the wall of the courtyard, and shrank into the corner with her tired body. She dreamed, dreaming of a pale purple mist. In the moonlight in the hut, a man held her, letting her tuck her head into his arms. His slightly rough hands twirled her silky hair, playing with it gently.
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Chapter 6: He wants to torture him!
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Xia Huai Zhi would actually help out, which was something Nangong Ao did not expect.
‘Don’t be surprised, we all have our own purposes,’ Xia Huai Zhi’s voice did not reveal any emotions.
‘What are the conditions?’
‘After the job is done, this place will belong to me.’
‘Even the Water and Fire Halls will have no problem with that?’
“I have no problem with it, what problem will they have!’
At the Listening to the Waves Villa, the two people seemed to be exchanging fierce swordplay, but they were actually conversing in secret.
‘Deal,’ said Nangong, his face expressionless. Xia Huaiji then sheathed his sword and went to the door, where he saw the white shadow hiding in the house. So he leapt up and carried her out, eliciting a scream.
Nangong frowned, and Xia Huaiyi smiled, ‘Add another one.’
The person in his arms looked at Nangong with wide eyes for a long time, and then Nangong waved his hand and said, ‘Go.’
Xia Huaiyi then hugged Li’er and wanted to go out the door. He had been very quiet, but he struggled very hard and his voice got louder and louder, ‘Brother!’
‘Go with him,’ Nangong Ao said coldly, turning his head to look at her. Li’er then quieted down again, letting Xia Huaiyi carry her out of Tingtao Cottage. When they could no longer be seen, Nangong Ao drew the sword in his sleeve and stroked it, as if he could see the cold face of the woman from twelve years ago.
The person under the curtain was still mysterious and majestic. Nangong Ao still guarded his window very dutifully, protecting him. Only occasionally did he think to himself, ’Six months, six months.’
Nangong Ao hadn’t seen Li’er for more than ten days. When he couldn’t even remember the person’s existence, he saw her again in the restaurant. She was sitting next to Xia Huai Zhi, her beautiful eyes full of traces of crying. Xia Huai Zhi put an arm around her waist and kept pouring wine into her mouth. Her cheeks grew redder and redder, and the look of that kind of dazed blush made people’s hearts flutter.
Xia Huaizhi playfully let her go: ‘Come, take a few steps.’ So she stood up, swayed and took a few steps, holding onto the table, looking at Xia Huaizhi pleadingly.
‘Not drunk enough,’ Xia Huai Zhi said, bringing another drink and pouring in the white powder. “Here, drink.”
Li looked at him with some trepidation, but Xia Huai Zhi was about to force the drink down her throat when she suddenly looked over at Nangong Ao. She looked at him for a long time before staggering over to him, her eyes shining with joy. “Brother!”
Nangong Ao took her hand and slowly moved closer, taking the drink from Xia Huai Zhi’s hand and saying, ’Drink.’
Li looked at him in a daze, then at the wine in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and took it, lowered her head and drank. Her already-dazed eyes were now clouded with tears.
Nangong let go of her hand and turned away. The onlookers didn’t dare to say a word. Everyone knew that Xia Huai Zhi wanted to take revenge on him, but by taking revenge on him? By using a woman? Nangong laughed mockingly.
Nangong didn’t think about her again. He switched between all kinds of women, and this one was just one of them to him.
She fainted in the restaurant, and Nangong didn’t even turn his head. Xia Huai Zhi wasn’t there, and the old maid who brought her was about to carry her back when a doctor from the Liu family said, ‘Let’s take a look here, because I’ll be needed anyway later.’
After taking a quick pulse, the serious and old-fashioned doctor frowned and said, ‘Go back and congratulate your master, the pulse is happy, two months.’
The old maid then casually carried the baby back to Biliu Xuan, and everyone looked at Nangong Ao.
Then, when it was almost dark, Xia Huai sent someone to invite him over. Nangong Ao walked into Biliu Xuan with a cold snort, ‘What kind of trick are you playing this time?’
‘I’ve come especially to invite you to watch the show,’ Xia Huai said, looking at the person huddled in the corner and smiling coldly.
Nangong Ao just had an expressionless face, looking at the person who was shivering. Just as he met her gaze, the bright red, blood-like Manjushri flowers flashed before his eyes, and suddenly a trace of disgust welled up in him. How could Nangong’s child be conceived by a corpse demon?
Li’er protected her stomach with one hand and supported herself against the wall behind her with the other, looking at the black medicinal soup in Auntie Liu’s hands in horror. The pleading look in her eyes made Auntie Liu unable to bear to look anymore: ‘Drink it obediently.’
Li’er watched her approach, and then pushed her away and ran out. She ran so fast that she bumped into Nangong Ao. Nangong Ao looked at Xia Huaiji behind him, then reached out and lifted Li’er’s chin, and looked at her quietly. Those eyes were like a lake full of spring tides, beautiful but sad: ‘Brother, let me give birth to him. You don’t like him, I’ll raise him. I can go back to the Purple Mist Tree Sea, and I can keep him from knowing who he is. Li’er is very obedient, and he will be too. Brother, please, please.”
Those eyes looked at him with such hope. Auntie Liu also stopped behind her, staring at Nangong Ao in a daze. Nangong Ao put his arm around her shoulders, slowly pulling her away from him, and then slammed his right knee into her stomach. Behind him, Auntie Liu exclaimed, and the person slowly slipped from his grasp, collapsing to the ground, his face as pale as paper, his hands covering his stomach, even his groans broken.
Nangong Ao turned his head and looked at Xia Huaiji: ‘Is there anything else?’ There was obvious hatred in Xia Huaiji’s eyes. The person on the ground only hung his head, with large teardrops falling down, and blood spreading and fading from under his body.
After that, Lier didn’t dare to get close to him again. Nangong Ao pretended to be oblivious, but perhaps…he had finally made her despair. He didn’t know what Xia Huaiji had done to her.
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Text Chapter 7 It Hurts (1)
Chapter 7: It Hurts (1)
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The betrayal of the Five Hall Elders and the Two Envoys caused rivers of blood to flow in the Wangyue Youlou.
Nangong He and Xia Huai Zhi stood side by side, watching the heavily injured Ji Chongsheng. His long hair was scattered about, and he was covered in blood, looking like a demon risen from hell. The two men standing side by side had no expression on their faces, but each was thinking their own thoughts.
If we can hold Xia Huai Zhi back for a few days, the people of the Central Plains should be here soon, right? Nangong Ao thought.
The fake Seven Star on Nangong Ao’s body should be about to go off, right? Xia Huai Zhi glanced at the person next to him and thought to himself.
When there were only a few remaining rebels, Ji Chongsheng’s position had already begun to weaken. After all, it was difficult to hold out against a lone opponent. This person, who had controlled the Wangyue Youlou for fifty years, had never imagined that he would end up dying at its hands.
In the end, Xia Huai Zhi and Nangong’s combined attack ended with a loud crash, and this legendary figure finally met his end. ‘Power, desire, Nangong Ao, Xia Huai Zhi, under the Yellow Springs, continue the unfinished game! Hahahaha…’
Neither of the two spoke. Although this person had always treated them like dogs, when the dark figure slowly fell to the ground, they both felt a sense of forlornness.
It was only slowly that Nangong Ao realised that something was wrong. His vision was growing increasingly blurry. He shook his head lightly, and Xia Huai’s mouth drew a wisp of a smile.
When the light in front of him slowly faded, Nangong Ao remained expressionless. The pain began to slowly spread throughout his body. He gritted his teeth. Since childhood, he had begun practising the Ice Silkworm and Flaming Fire, which had made his pain feel very weak. However, now this poison still surpassed the limits of his endurance.
Seven-star begonia? ! His heart skipped a beat, his lips bled, and his face was sweating like a wash.
‘It seems that Brother Nangong is not feeling well.’ Xia Huai’s voice revealed boundless pleasure. He reached out and used the Abandoned Wife’s Seizing Technique. Nangong Ao judged his moves based on vague momentum, and after just ten moves, he was already at a loss.
Xia Huai Zhi did not want to kill him at that time, but to leave him to suffer slowly was his style. Nangong Ao of course knew what would happen if he fell into his hands. You Bai just watched silently. He had infiltrated the Wangyue Youlou earlier than Nangong, and if Nangong Ao died…then wouldn’t all the credit go to him?
As he thought this, he felt very immoral, so he comforted himself: anyway, he couldn’t have beaten Xia Huai Zhi if he had acted himself, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t helped.
Xia Huai Zhi looked at the contents of the bag with satisfaction. This person killed his only relative! He thought to himself, but he didn’t understand why he simply didn’t kill him with one sword. Watching the man proudly pursing his lips, holding back his screams, Xia Huai Zhi found a reason for himself: he wanted to torture him! Yes, he wanted to make him wish he was dead.
The only thing Xia Huai Zhi did not expect was that the blood there attracted Li’er.
She stood behind the crowd in a daze, and then everyone gasped. The mutilated corpse on the ground slowly stood up and moved slowly.
For a moment, there was screaming and chaos. Xia Huai Zhi also stopped attacking. The corpse, which had already been hacked beyond recognition, moved slowly, terrifying people.
Li Er instinctively ran towards Nangong Ao. She looked at him and timidly called out, ‘Brother!’ Nangong Ao hissed, ‘Help me get away!’
Li Er looked around in disarray. Xia Huai Zhi was commanding people to resist the resurrected corpse, but the people who had been killed also immediately rose from the dead. There was almost no fire spewing from his eyes, and he had forgotten about this corpse demon!
Li’er looked at the chaotic crowd, her beautiful eyes full of panic, but she knew that he had to leave. So she took his hand and leapt off the bottomless cliff.
Nangong’s consciousness was already very blurred, but his strong instinct to survive allowed him to slow the impact of the fall with his deep internal strength just before he hit the ground.
Li Er supported him with difficulty, and he tried hard not to faint: ‘Go north.’ Li Er stood confusedly in place, and Nangong was a little surprised. Surely she knew where north was?
But there was no time to think about it. He quickly pointed the direction, and Li Er supported him as they stumbled along, with most of his body leaning on her.
If there weren’t so many bodies on the mountain, it would be hard to imagine that Xia Huai Zhi would not be able to catch up to them. But there was this ‘if’, and Xia Huai Zhi really did not catch up to them.
On Beichen Mountain, there were tens of thousands of caves. Nangong’s sense of light in front of him had completely disappeared. The overwhelming darkness drove people almost crazy. He just told himself that he had to survive. He had to tell that woman that he was the best!
Li’er helped him into a cave. Nangong Ao listened to the soft panting beside him and said coldly, ‘That’s enough.’ So she stopped and helped him sit against the corner of the cave. Nangong Ao hissed, ‘Be careful around you.’
Li’er nodded stupidly, ‘Oh.’
Nangong Ao circulated his energy for a week. To his relief, the poison was not the Seven Star Begonia, just very similar in characteristics. Otherwise, it would have killed him several times.
But it was also for this reason that the poison dispersed upon encountering internal strength, making him afraid to use his energy again. He stopped, the pain wracking his nerves. He leaned over and fell onto the cold ground, gritting his teeth and holding back the pain.
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Text Chapter 8 It Hurts (2)
Chapter 8: It Hurts (2)
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Li leaned against the cave entrance and fell asleep. Nangong did not know how much a corpse-stealing spell would drain a corpse demon. She opened her eyes and was startled. She hurriedly looked at Nangong Ao.
Nangong Ao had fallen into a deep coma, his thin lips a little chapped. At this moment, there was no trace of pride, no pretence of strength, no unmoving coldness to be seen in this man.
He moved his lips slightly and said the word ‘water’. At that moment, he looked tender and soft like a baby.
Li Er looked around, but where was there any water? She didn’t dare to leave him and so carried him as he was, opened her mouth and bit her wrist. It was the first time she had done this and it hurt a little, just breaking the skin. Her eyes seemed to be covered in a watery film, so she closed them and took another bite, blood coming out, bright red.
She gently held it in her mouth and slowly fed it to his mouth. Nangong only felt the heat. In the haze, something pushed open his teeth and then sucked in the water. He subconsciously sucked it in, a little too eagerly, almost choking.
Li’er patted his back in alarm and called out softly, ‘Brother?’
He didn’t wake up, so she stretched out her wrist and let him suck on it.
When Nangong woke up, he was in Li’er’s arms. He rather disliked this position. Since he was young, no one had ever hugged him like a child. He pushed her away hard, but she didn’t wake up.
It was almost noon outside the cave. Nangong Ao reached out and touched Li’er next to him. Li’er opened her eyes and saw Nangong Ao. Her voice was full of simple joy, ‘Brother!’
‘We’ll be staying here for a few days, and I need some medicine,’ Nangong Ao said coldly, blocking her attempt to lean into his arms. Li’er still nodded and said, ’Oh.’
The poison attacks every night, and in the first few days, he was very short-tempered. When the pain passed, he would vent his anger on Li’er, who would bite her teeth together without saying a word. He was a little perverted, wanting to hear her cry out in pain, so he bit her, hit her, and even deliberately denied her satisfaction. But she still didn’t say a word, except for a low groan sometimes.
That night, there was still intense lovemaking. Late at night, Nangong Ao suddenly woke up. The person was not beside him. He was used to being able to touch her whenever he woke up, but suddenly, he felt like something was missing.
He walked gently towards the hole and suddenly heard low, suppressed sobs. He followed the sound and walked over to the person curled up at the entrance of the hole, hugging her. She sobbed in his arms.
‘What’s wrong?‘ Nangong Ao didn’t even feel it himself, and his voice was softer than it had ever been.
’Brother, it hurts,’ she said, leading his hand to her shoulder. “It hurts a lot.”
Those were the only words, but Nangong Ao remembered when he was very young, in the hut where no one would ever come to ask about life or death. Nangong Ao’s fingertips slid over her skin, and he bit into the shoulder, which had some kind of injury, and it was sticky with blood.
The sliding fingertips lingered there, and Nangong Ao leaned down and carefully licked up the blood, before gently kissing her lips. That kiss had nothing to do with desire, but was gentle and lingering. Li began to feel a little afraid, and after a long time, slowly relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him push her against the cold mountain rock.
The two embraced and fell asleep, like two small animals shivering with cold warming each other. That night, in Nangong’s dream, there was no cold woman, no despair of a child being abandoned. And what did Li’er dream about? He didn’t ask.
Nangong Ao began to be guided by Li’er to collect medicinal herbs in the mountains. Li’er didn’t know them, but he described their shapes to her, so she picked them and let him identify them.
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Text Chapter 9 My name is Nangong Ao
Chapter 9 My name is Nangong Ao
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After a few days of affection, Li’er became more lively. Nangong Ao was familiar with the terrain of the mountains and found a cave next to a stream. The urgent task was to cure his eyes first.
‘Brother, there are two little birds over there.’ Li Er lifted his hand and pointed to his left. Nangong Ao’s face wore a gentle smile, making his handsome face appear as bright and handsome as befitting his age.
Nangong Ao listened for a moment, then suddenly leaped into the air, reached out and caught one in his hand, and handed it to her.
‘Brother, they are having a great time.’ Li’er looked at the other one, which had disappeared without a trace, and gently released the one in her hand, while searching for the grass Nangong had mentioned and holding onto his hand.
Nangong Ao followed her slowly, his hand touching a flower, so he picked it for her. She held it in her hands in surprise, her laughter crisp, like the mountain stream. Nangong Ao suddenly thought that her eyes must be like that mountain stream.
The first time Nangong Ao saw that stream, he thought it didn’t look like something from this mortal world.
Li’er giggled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a little kiss on the lips. The fresh breath came at him, and Nangong Ao felt like his blood was burning. He reached out and took hold of the slender waist, which was barely even worth holding onto, and pressed her against the ground. The arousal in his lower body exposed his intentions without any disguise.
When he kissed her neck, she muttered under him, ‘Brother… I need… to find medicine… ah…’
Nangong Ao’s heart pounded, then his desire gradually subsided. Yes, this was not the time for love.
At noon, Li went to the stream to catch fish. At first, she couldn’t catch anything, but her skills gradually improved over the next few days. Nangong Ao felt around for the plump fish by the stream, cut them up, and skewer them with a stick.
Li’er picked up some firewood and slowly started grilling the fish. When the aroma filled the air, she gave him the cooled fish. He felt around and fed it to her, so she daintily took in his fingertips along with the fish and sucked gently.
The warm, soft touch came from the rough fingertips, and Nangong Ao was momentarily in a daze.
‘Li’er,‘ he called softly. Li’er then snuggled up to him like a spoiled child. He wrapped his arm around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. Suddenly, he asked, “Who am I?”
’You’re my brother,’ Li’er replied, rubbing her face against his chest. Nangong Ao lifted her chin with his hand and, even though he couldn’t see, told her to look him in the eye: ’My name is Nangong Ao.’
‘Nan…‘ Li’er seemed to be slow in learning to speak. Nangong Ao thought, it must have taken a lot of effort for Jian Si Hun to teach her these two characters in the first place. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The brother in Li’er’s mouth was referring to Jian Si Hun!
’Nangong Ao,’ he repeated very slowly.
‘Nan…gong…ao.‘ Li’er repeated very slowly. Nangong Lian patted her head affectionately and said intimately, “Remember, don’t forget.”
’Nangong Ao,’ Li’er repeated softly, then nodded heavily.
Nangong Ao stroked her face, the touch far less rich than when he had taken her out of the purple mist and sea of trees. He took her into his arms, that time, rubbing it into his heart.
It took Xia Huaiyi half a month to reach Beichen Mountain, Nangong Ao’s hiding place. He didn’t need to think to know where it was. It was just that the corpse demon was really powerful, delaying him for half a month and causing countless deaths and injuries. In the end, it was only after a merger and burning that things were settled.
A whole clan was buried with him, and he sighed with pain.
Nangong Ao’s vision was slowly returning, and he could now basically see within three feet. However, the poison was really slow to wear off.
Xia Huai knew this only too well. That was the biggest reason why he had rushed here day and night.
That day, he immediately ordered everyone to search the mountains with hunting dogs!
So there was the sound of people and dogs, and the peace was broken.
The lights on the mountain made Li a little afraid, and she didn’t dare sleep at night. Nangong Ao held her in his arms, knowing that it was only a matter of time before they were found. He could only hope that it would be after his eyes had healed, but now it seemed unlikely.
Two more days passed, and the firelight grew closer and closer. Nangong Ao left Li alone in the cave, making it look like he was escaping alone. Xia Huai Zhi looked at him suspiciously, ‘Aren’t you taking the little demon with you?’
Nangong Ao smiled lightly, ‘Nangong Ao has no shortage of women, let alone an ominous corpse demon.’
Xia Huai Zhi clasped Li’er’s waist tightly. Nangong Ao couldn’t see Li’er with his eyes, but he still didn’t say this sentence towards Xia Huai Zhi. His expression was the kind of cold and ruthless that Nangong Ao had, but no one could see it in his heart.
Xia Huaizhi picked up Li’er’s chin with his hand and said, ‘Listen, little demon. Your lover really is sincere with you.’ Li’er didn’t say anything. Nangong Ao didn’t dare to imagine those eyes that were like mountain streams. Xia Huaizhi walked away with Li’er in his arms, not hearing her struggle. Nangong Ao turned his back to them.
His rough hands were clenched into fists, his fingernails embedded deep in his flesh. That kind of coldness was the last bit of defence he could do to his lover.
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Text Chapter 10 ‘Ten
Chapter 10 ‘Ten’
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Nangong Ao spent many days in the iron prison of Wangyue Youlou. The excruciating pain that came every night became his only peaceful time, and only at this time did his heart not hurt so much.
That day, the prison door opened, and a figure walked in gently. Nangong Ao looked up, his hand clenched around the cold iron pillar behind him, holding back any expression of emotion.
The man slowly leaned down in front of him, lifted his chin with his hand, and coldly turned his head aside: ‘Why are you here?’
The man didn’t say a word, just leaned over and kissed his lips. Nangong Ao told himself that he should turn his head away, but his body wouldn’t listen. The soft tip of the tongue pushed in, and his whole body screamed. He wanted to hug her, even just for a moment.
But he couldn’t. The jailer was just waiting to find his weak spot and take credit.
So every second of the close contact became an ordeal for him. It wasn’t until she gently slipped a pill down his throat that he came to his senses.
‘How did you get in here?’ His voice was low, and his expression still cold, so she hesitated before answering. He asked again, and she wrote “ten” on his hand. Then the jailer grumbled, “Go, go, go. You want to die, but we don’t. Even if you die under the peony flower, you’ll be a handsome ghost, but who the hell wants to die?”
She got up and left, and Nangong turned his back as she stepped out of the prison door.
The people of the Central Plains have finally arrived. The Yuanqi of the Moonlight Tower is greatly depleted and cannot fight back at all, but Xia Huai has his own way.
Nangong Ao was taken out of prison by him and placed next to him.
With more than ten major acupoints on his body sealed, Nangong Ao still had an expressionless face. Pretending to be blind was not difficult, he thought.
But that night, Li left Xia Huai Zhi’s room with disheveled hair, her delicate face full of fear. She cried piteously, desperately knocking on Nangong Ao’s door.
Nangong Ao let her throw herself into his arms. She just cried, unable to speak. Nangong Ao watched coldly until Xia Huai Zhi came over and pulled her away. She clutched his hand tightly, looking at him pleadingly, ‘Help me, help me.’
Xia Huai Zhi dragged her away with a cold smile. Her hands were bruised and purple like ripe grapes. Her grip on his hand was forced apart, but she still begged him. Suddenly, she whispered, ‘Nangong Ao.’
The words were slow but clear.
Nangong Ao didn’t even raise his eyelids. It wasn’t until Xia Huaiyi dragged her by the hair into the room that he very calmly retreated into the room, very calmly closed the door, and then very calmly stood with his back against the door, very calmly, like that, all night.
An agreement was finally reached. The Wangyue Youlou and the Central Plains would not invade each other for fifty years. The Wangyue Youlou released Nangong Ao, the Nangong family hero who sacrificed himself for the greater good of the world at the age of seven.
When Nangong Ao heard the news, he said indifferently, ‘There is still one other person.’
Xia Huaiyi laughed mockingly, ‘Young Master Nangong, you will surely be the leader of the Central Plains when you return. Bringing back a corpse demon, hmm, I really look forward to what the righteous people of the Central Plains will think.’
Nangong Ao’s eyes were like they had the characters Xia Huaiyi engraved in them as he said in a single sentence, ‘There is still one other person.’
Xia Huaiyi put away his smile and said, ‘Impossible.’
‘Nangong Ao, you’d better save yourself first!’ Xia Huai Zhi stroked his sleeve and left, while Nangong Ao carved the three characters Xia Huai Zhi in his heart, stroke by stroke, bleeding as he carved.
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Text Chapter 11 Wait for me, I’ll be back
Chapter 11: Wait for me, I’ll be back
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‘You’re leaving tomorrow. Do you have anything to say, Master Nangong?’
Nangong Ao hung his head in silence. Xia Huaizhi’s smile was cruel: ‘Don’t say I’ve been bad to you, Brother Nangong. Before you go, let her stay with you one more night. But don’t try to take her with you. I’m afraid a fugitive pair of lovebirds isn’t what you had in mind.’
That night, Nangong Ao saw her again. Aunt Liu took her hand and brought her in, making her sit by his bed. Nangong Ao’s face changed, and he called out for Li’er, but she didn’t respond.
‘What’s going on?!’
‘Liu’s house said that she might have suffered a brain injury due to the bruising, and she’s very slow to respond now.’
“I asked you what happened!
‘The master hit her with a vase.’ Aunt Liu’s tone also carried some impatience. Her words seemed to ask, “What makes you qualified to ask me that? Have you protected her?”
Nangong Ao leaned down in front of her, stroked her face, and called softly, “Li’er?”
Li’er shifted her gaze, looking at him for a long, long time before slowly saying, ’Nangong Ao.’
Nangong Ao smiled, a smile that melted the snow and ice, a smile that was as bright as the sun. He took her in his arms and stroked her face, saying, ‘Yes, I’m Nangong Ao, it’s me.’ He kept smiling and nodding while he spoke. Auntie Liu looked at the man who had been unruly since childhood, too stunned to think about what was dripping like rain. She just sighed, and walked away silently.
Nangong Ao just hugged her like that. Neither of them slept, and they watched the sunrise slowly appear. Nangong Ao suddenly didn’t want it to rise, and at that moment, he even forgot about the woman. His whole life, he wanted to prove it to her. But at this moment, he just wanted to hold the person in his arms like this, never let dawn break, never leave, and never wake up.
He kissed her face, avoiding the scars. He was afraid that he might impulsively die with her here, not thinking about anything or caring about anything.
‘Li’er,’ he whispered, and the person in his arms slowly raised her head, looking at him blankly. He kissed the middle of her brow and said firmly, ‘Wait for me, I’ll be back.’
If You Bai had seen this expression, then perhaps he would have known how Nangong Ao felt at that moment.
Li’er took a long time to digest these words, then she nodded and said, ‘Hmm.’
It was a very windy day, and there was a large crowd of Zhongyuan people standing around. Xia Huai took only Li’er with him, and very easily let Nangong Ao go back, leaving only a large group of Zhongyuan people to be nervous for a while.
Nangong Ao understood this man. Leaving Li’er behind was far more effective than leaving himself behind.
He walked slowly towards the woman. After seeing her again after twelve years, he suddenly felt nothing. Twelve years ago, he had hated her because she was his mother, his only relative, and in the end, he had sent her to the Wangyue Youlou for the sake of the family and the glory of the Nangong family.
But today, twelve years later, he suddenly feels nothing. His steps are very firm, and he shows no signs of lingering. Just as he is about to leave, he turns around and stares at Xia Huai Zhi: ‘If she doesn’t come back, the Moonlight Tower and everyone in it will die with her!’
Xia Huai Zhi still smiles lightly, ‘I’ll give you one day a year to see her. Mid-Autumn Festival, remember, that’s the only day.’
Nangong Ao turns and leaves, not even looking at her.
Xia Huai Zhi embraced Li Er and stood on the summit watching everyone leave. Suddenly, he felt a sense of loss. Over the years, he had watched this person grow up and become cold and ruthless. The torment of the ice silkworm and the fire was like a newly tempered blade, which could not in the slightest way damage his pride; those days of fighting for survival made him more introverted and ruthless.
No matter how helpless, painful, or heartbreaking it was, he was never willing to give in or compromise.
The wind blew Xia Huai’s clothes, and he looked down at his son in his arms. His son looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Xia Huai Zhi kept telling himself that Nangong Ao was his enemy, and he had always used this as an excuse to explain his concern for Nangong Ao’s actions.
But gradually, he became confused. If it weren’t for Nangong Ao, what use would the Moon-Gazing Tower be to him? If it weren’t for Nangong Ao, what use would the woman in his arms be to him? If it weren’t for Nangong Ao, what use would the once-a-year Mid-Autumn Festival appointment be?
He hated Lier, the woman who had saved his enemy and taken his lover. But when he was forced to let him go, he suddenly became afraid: would that person never come back again?
He tightened his grip on Lier’s waist. No, he wouldn’t, would he?
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Chapter 12: When love is engraved in the bones
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Nangong Ao slowly followed the others down the mountain. Only when they reached the foot of the mountain did he slowly look back, towards the figure that was no longer visible at the top.
‘Ao’er,’ the old lady of the Nangong family called out a few times, but her son never answered her. Twelve years on, the boy vaguely resembled his father.
It had been a month since Nangong Ao had returned to the Nangong family, and the time had passed quickly with visits from famous guests, matchmakers, and interactions with his peers. The young master of the Nangong family was no different from the others, except that he would occasionally gaze into one direction and daydream.
On Nangong Ao’s 20th birthday, the old lady of the Nangong family personally organised a banquet, and the whole house was decorated with lanterns and streamers, in a festive mood. Only Nangong Ao still seemed like an outsider, practising martial arts, making friends with his peers, and daydreaming.
He is not a womaniser, but since leaving the Moon-Gazing Tower, he has never been able to think in this way. If he didn’t often dream of her, he really wouldn’t have thought that yearning was such a painful thing, and there was a void in his heart.
At this point, he finally understood Xia Huai’s revenge, which was to be pining away.
As the famous ladies of the family came and went like a revolving door, the old Madam Nangong just sighed as she watched her son. The twelve years of separation had made him seem so strange. Was this tall, slender man, dressed in a solemn black suit and exuding an imposing air, really the same child who had cried and begged in her lap?
Nangong Ao’s position was built on a challenge.
‘Nangong Ao!‘ Qiu Huyu, dressed in a pale-white shirt, stopped in front of him, his voice full of indignation, “How dare you reject Ling Rushuang’s marriage proposal!”
’Go away!’ was the cold response.
Qiu Huyu was just angry. He had doted on Ling Rushuang for so many years, and he couldn’t bear to see someone hurt her heart like this. So he said, ’Nangong Ao, I want to duel you!’
So on the crowded street, suddenly a three-foot square circle was vacated.
Nangong Ao’s sword stroke was elegant and graceful, captivating the attention of everyone there.
Qiu only injured the hand that held the sword, but what made him feel it was worth it was that hand helped him win the heart of the woman he had been chasing for more than ten years, so he was probably smiling in his sleep.
The only downside was that Nangong Ao had acquired the reputation of being ruthless.
Nangong Ao didn’t know what had come over him. In fact, he could have ignored him completely or killed him with one sword stroke, but he had fulfilled his wish. It turned out that after experiencing the pain of longing, he could no longer bear to see others suffer the same way?
The Mid-Autumn Festival came very quickly. Nangong Ao had hurriedly arrived at the foot of the mountain of the Moon-Gazing Tower a few days ago, but he didn’t have the courage to go up. A year had passed, did she still remember him?
When the moon was full, Nangong Ao finally couldn’t help but step up the wind. The wind on the precipice whimpered uneasily.
Skilfully avoiding the people on night patrol, he saw Xia Huai Zhi at Tingtao Xiaozhu.
Under the ginkgo tree, there was a stone table, a few small dishes, and two jade cups.
Li Er was sitting in his arms, the white moonlight, the courtyard of the two, deathly cold and silent.
‘You’re here?‘ Xia Huai Zhi’s voice was indifferent. This was the tone this person had maintained for so many years, even when he killed Xia Huai Bing.
’Let’s drink together,‘ the slender hand gently gestured, showing the host’s etiquette. Nangong, however, just looked at the person in his arms. Li’er didn’t respond, her head still hanging low.
’Li’er?’ Nangong Ao’s hand paused slightly when it was about to touch her black hair.
‘Don’t worry, you have nothing to say to an old friend?‘
’Nangong Ao, after a year apart, not a word?’ Xia Huaizhi looked at the dark figure sitting opposite him. His face was blurred in the moonlight, and he couldn’t see clearly, but he suddenly thought that if the man called out his name at this moment, then even if he died, he would have no regrets.
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‘It’s only for one night. Remember, don’t try to take her away!’ Xia Huaiyi swept away, not daring to imagine the two of them together. But sometimes he was afraid, if this person didn’t like this woman anymore, would they, would they never come to this desolate mountain again?
Li stood dazedly, as Nangong Ao slowly approached her. He stroked her hair and took her into his arms, while she just stood dazedly, allowing him to hold her, meekly and terribly.
‘Li’er?’ He lifted her chin and called her softly. So her eyes finally looked at him, fear flashing in her eyes. Nangong Ao kissed her forehead gently to calm her down. That little red spider lily, blooming enchantingly on her pale skin.
Li Er hung her head and let him kiss her. That submissive gesture made Nangong Ao’s voice go a little hoarse. Realising that she was wearing very little clothing, he hugged her horizontally and entered the Tingtao Lodge. The inside was still the same, except that the person in his arms was shaking badly.
Nangong put her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, and she hung her head, subconsciously shrinking inside, hugging her breasts with her hands and curling up into a ball. Nangong stood in front of the bed and looked at her. He hesitated, not sure if he could lie down without touching her.
‘Li’er, Li’er…’ He called softly. The person under the quilt slowly poked her head out, looked at him blankly, and he reached out to touch her face. Trying to force a smile, he said, ‘Don’t be afraid, Li’er, it’s me, Nangong Ao.’
He stroked her lips, not wanting her to look away. Her eyes slowly cleared up a little, and suddenly she rolled over and sat up, kneeling on the bed and looking up at him: ‘Nangong Ao.’
She spoke each word slowly and clearly. Nangong Ao didn’t say anything, closed his eyes and put his arms around her waist. But she slowly smiled, a very sweet smile: ‘Nangong Ao.’
Nangong Ao leaned down and sealed her lips. Her eyes met his, growing brighter and brighter, radiating joy. Her slender hands wrapped around his neck, and her somewhat dry lips lightly touched his.
Nangong Ao held her as she lay down, and noticed that her hair was no longer as silky as silk. He held her head down so that her lips did not leave his, turning the light touch into a deep kiss. The person on top let out a low groan, and Nangong Ao could no longer hear his own voice: ‘Tell me if it hurts.’
They quickly removed each other’s clothes. She supported herself on his shoulders and refused to sit down. Nangong Ao took her waist and forced himself to lower his voice: ‘Li’er, be good…be good.’
Feeling that the person on top of him was no longer resisting, Nangong Ao pushed into her little by little. It had been pent up for a long time, and despite his deliberate tenderness, he could not help but go crazy.
After a while, he still couldn’t get enough, so he rolled over and pinned her down. She was very obedient, only moaning softly. Nangong Ao sealed her lips with force, pushing his tongue past her teeth and into her warm mouth. He sucked on her tongue hard, feeling the person beneath him squirm slightly. The hand holding her waist tightened its grip. It felt like something inside her was about to explode. Nangong Ao’s voice was hoarse. ‘Hold on… It’s almost over, very soon.’
So the person underneath him slowly quietened down, except that the moan seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and extreme pain. Nangong Ao desperately told himself that it wouldn’t work, that it would hurt her, but he couldn’t stop, and he only desperately accelerated his movements, hoping to make it faster.
After a long time like this, he felt that the person beneath him was beginning to breathe weakly. Nangong Ao bit hard on his wrist, and the blood gushed out, which made him feel a little more awake. He rolled off her, but his desire, which was like an instrument of torture, remained as strong as iron.
Looking at the pale face of the person in bed, blood almost seeped from Nangong Ao’s eyes. He threw on some clothes and just left the courtyard when he saw Xia Huai Zhi.
Nangong Ao gripped the thin blade in his sleeve, feeling the same coldness in his voice as it did in his hand: ‘You put poison in the wine!’
‘Haha, I didn’t think you would still hesitate to kill her even after using the Wuji Powder!’ Xia Huai Zhi’s voice did not reveal any emotions, and Nangong Ao’s hand in his sleeve tightened, then finally loosened, before clenching into a fist and punching heavily, before being caught firmly by Xia Huai Zhi: ‘You were taught by me, and we never fought when Huai Bing died, did we?’
Nangong Ao pursed his lips, and those days reappeared before his eyes. If it weren’t for the person in front of him, he was afraid that he would have long since become a pile of bones.
‘Xia Huai Zhi, don’t push me.’ Nangong Ao left those words and turned around and quickly returned to Tingtao Xiaju, while Xia Huai Zhi stood in the same place. He cares about her so much, tomorrow…he shouldn’t have left, right?
Nangong Ao rinsed himself with cold water and returned to the bedroom. Li was sleeping very soundly, and didn’t even wake up when he held her in his arms. Nangong Ao kissed her face, and she tilted her head slightly, murmuring softly, ‘No.’
Nangong Ao pulled back the quilt slightly and saw the shocking scars all over her body.
Early the next morning, she had already woken up and was facing Nangong Ao’s gaze. She looked at him for a long time before coaxingly shrinking into his arms. A sweet smile appeared on her pale face, and her eyes were pure as mountain springs: ‘Nangong Ao.’
Nangong Ao let her lean on him, twirling her long black hair. After a long while, she raised her head, looking like she was begging and asking at the same time: ‘Are you…going to take me away?’
Nangong Ao felt a pang in his heart and restrained himself from kissing her nose tip. ‘I can’t do that now. Li’er, just wait for me a little longer. I will definitely take you away from here, okay?’
He couldn’t bear to look into her eyes. She just lowered her head and buried it in his arms, and whispered, ‘Oh.’
Xia Huai Zhi also arrived very early. Nangong Ao looked at Li’er’s face and could not hide his concern. ‘I…’
Xia Huai Zhi had not heard him continue for a long time, so he said, ‘What?’
Nangong Ao slowly let go of Li’er’s hand, not looking her in the eye, forcing himself to be cold and ruthless: ‘I’m leaving.’
Xia Huai Zhi snorted, inexplicably disappointed. His last sentence was meant to ask if he could stay for one more day, wasn’t it? Nangong Ao… Nangong Ao…
Xia Huai Zhi embraced Li Er and saw him off to the Wangyue Youlou. He had wanted to just leave like that, but he couldn’t help but turn back. The slender figure was forced by Xia Huai Zhi to stay by his side, and she hung her head and wouldn’t look at him.
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Chapter 14: Death Soul Style
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Old Madam Nangong coldly watched the people in the courtyard sweating like rain. The silk black clothes were sweat-soaked and stuck to her fit and healthy body. She was even a little glad that she had made the decision back then, and that organisation had trained her son to become such a person. A cold and upright figure, with unfathomable skills and a character that would stop at nothing to achieve its goals.
Nangong Ao was well-adapted to this world. These sanctimonious people from the Central Plains were always much easier to deal with than that strange and moody Ji Chongsheng.
He knelt outside the gates of Shaolin Temple for seven days before Abbot Xifu finally received him. He was a kind-eyed master, dignified and proper in his words and actions, and Nangong Ao could feel the purification that went deep into his soul.
‘Amitabha. Master Nangong, you have travelled a long way, but are you here to solve the mystery?”
Nangong Ao was taken aback, and his speech became much more polite: “How did the Abbot know?”
Abbot Xixin slowly looked away, and a slight sigh was heard in his voice: ’Master, take care.’
Nangong Ao was puzzled, and felt something fly into his hands along with the breeze from the abbot’s sleeve. He immediately grasped it and bowed, saying, ‘Thank you, Master.’
The abbot looked at him as he left, and actually hid a hint of a smile: ‘I once thought that you would directly attack Shaolin.’
Nangong left Shaolin Temple, went down the mountain, and then slowly unfolded the object in his hands. It was a piece of paper, very simple paper, on which was written a sword style…the ‘Death Soul Style.’
Nangong Aowei frowned slightly, looking at the line of small print at the bottom of the page: ‘Damage to the soul leads to self-destruction; abundance cannot last forever. Remember this.’
It was a fatal move. Nangong Aowei looked in the direction of the emptiness: Xia Huai Zhi, was this really necessary?
Scenes from his childhood reappeared before his eyes, the feelings of a mentor and a friend. Nangong Ao knew it all too well. He didn’t want to, but thinking of the scars that weakened his body, he clenched his five fingers around the page. Xia Huai Zhi, you are forcing me.
That year, Nangong Ao studied martial arts desperately, and the old Nangong matriarch arranged many blind dates, all of which he rejected out of hand. So the astute woman also secretly speculated, does her son have a lover of his own?
Nangong Ao did not dare to stop. The pear blossoms in the courtyard bloomed and fell, and his excessive energy was almost entirely spent on this move. The sweat-soaked black clothes clung to his body, and he did not notice that, from some time ago, there were more and more maidservants who slowly walked past the corridor in the courtyard more and more frequently.
Moreover, the maid who made the bed in his room would stay longer and longer, and the maid who served tea and poured water was also overly attentive.
Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Nangong packed a simple bag early. Before leaving, he suddenly saw the maid’s hair accessories and thought of his daughter’s waist-length hair. He suddenly said to the housekeeper Wu Gui, ‘Help me pick out some jewellery.’
‘Eh?’ Wu Gui stood in place, his mouth open in an O shape: My god, is this really their young master?
Once again, Nangong Ao set off westward, riding his horse straight ahead. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but the thin blade in his sleeve was even clenched in a warm fist.
Under the round moon, there were still two silent figures. Nangong Ao did not move when Xia Huaiyi handed him the wine. He just brushed past his shoulder and hugged Li’er. Under the moonlight, she was as holy as a fairy.
Nangong Ao kissed her lightly on the lips. The person in front of him, every move of his body aroused his desire. He held Li’er in his arms and sat down on the stone bench of the small table. Her eyes were vacant, but she obediently pressed her face against his thick chest. The warmth came through the thin layer of clothing, and Nangong Ao’s hand around her waist tightened.
Xia Huai Zhi was about to turn around when Nangong suddenly said, ‘Have a drink?’
The figure in moonlight paused for a moment, then turned around and sat down as if nothing had happened. Nangong Ao poured a drink and handed it to him. Xia Huaiyi smiled faintly, ‘If you want her back, you don’t need to.’
Nangong Ao’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he said, ‘Between us, is there no friendship left even for a drink?’ Xia Huaiyi looked suspiciously at the person in front of him, and after a while, he took the drink. The white jade cups clinked together with a crisp sound.
The two men drained their glasses in one go. Nangong Ao carried Li’er into the room. Xia Huaizhi looked at his back as the strong drink went down his throat, bitter.
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Text Chapter 15 This love is sealed under the moonlight
Chapter 15: This love is sealed under the moonlight
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In the room, Li’er hung her head. Nangong Ao looked at her up and down, worried by the emaciated person in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, pampering and tenderly saying, ‘Li’er.’
The person in his arms did not respond. Nangong Ao gently lifted her chin and smiled tenderly, ‘Make a wish.’
Li’er looked into his eyes for a long, long time before she called out uncertainly, ‘Nangong Ao?’ The sound was very difficult.
‘Nangong Ao will grant Li’er one wish.’ Nangong Ao’s voice was very soft as he touched her cheek with his lips.
‘Is that okay?’ she asked uncertainly. After receiving a nod of confirmation from Nangong Ao, she lowered her eyes again, and after a long while, she looked up at him with a hopeful expression on her face, ‘Then…will you tell him to stop hitting my head?’
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and clear. She took his hand and stroked her head: ‘Nangong Ao, my head hurts, really hurts. I’m afraid that one day I won’t be able to remember anything…’
Nangong Ao’s hands were rough, but they were still cut by the mottled scars. It was the first time he had heard her speak for so long, but it felt like something had squeezed his heart.
Nan Gong Ao felt a sudden chill, and she hastily lowered her head and timidly said, ‘No…is that not allowed?’ Nan Gong Ao wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly in his arms. He smiled and said, ‘It’s allowed. But not that, it’s just not possible!’
Li Er looked up at him, and at that moment, his expression was so terrifying.
Nan Gong Ao put Li Er on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, and then patted her on the face, ‘Be good, wait for me to come back.’ Li’er nodded obediently and said, ‘Oh.’
Nangong Ao strode out, and outside the courtyard, Xia Huaiyi was indeed still there.
‘Give it back to me,’ Nangong Ao said, looking at the lonely figure in the moonlight, making a last-ditch attempt.
‘No way,’ he said, his words final and leaving no room for negotiation.
Nangong Ao gripped the thin blade in his sleeve, cold and resolute: ‘Then, come on!’
Xia Huaiyi rolled his eyes. Yes, that was the real Nangong Ao. Just a defensive stance could already oppress his opponent’s deepest fear and humility. At the age of seven, he already knew how to kill with a knife; at the age of eight, he could endure the festering of wounds without saying a word; at the age of nine, he already knew how to please Ji Chongsheng; and at the age of ten, he already knew how to push people to the brink.
Xia Huaiyi held back the taste of blood in his throat, watching the sword slash through the air. He had taught him that sword technique, and he smiled wryly, self-deprecatingly.
The two faced off, and Xia Huaiyi fought with all his strength. Although he knew that Nangong Ao must have been 100% sure before deciding to make his move, he still didn’t believe that this would be the result.
The final move, Death Soul, was surprisingly difficult. Nangong Ao’s thin blade cut across his chest. Perhaps it was the heavy blood loss, or perhaps it was the poison in the cup of wine that was too strong, but he suddenly felt very cold.
As his eyelids drooped, he saw the tall, dark figure of Nangong Ao walking away without looking back. A faint smile curled his lips, looking like a smile, but also like a cry. Truly, Nangong Ao is unwavering in his decisions. But Nangong Ao, the corpse demon, will he not extinguish this cold and resolute you?
Nangong Ao went back to his room, hugged his almost asleep daughter, and left straight for the Moon Viewing Tower. His daughter climbed onto his shoulders and looked at him doubtfully. He smiled at her with love and tenderness, ‘Nangong Ao has come to take you away.’
His daughter was stunned for a long time, and then looked at him joyfully, smiling sweetly, ‘Hm.’
They left the Moon-Gazing Tower unseen by anyone. Li’er looked at the mountain peaks reaching high into the sky from Nangong Ao’s embrace. ‘Nangong Ao, look at the moon, it’s so round.’
‘Yes, and the sky is also very blue.’ Nangong Ao held her in his arms and felt the world become peaceful together with them.
‘Nangong Ao, do you like Li Er?’ There is so much hope in those beautiful eyes. Nangong Ao looked at the crescent moon in the sky, suddenly let go of the person in his arms, took her hands and said solemnly, ’This love is formed under the Moonlight Building, whoever betrays first, will be the first to be buried!’
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Old Madam Nangong looked at her son, or rather at the person in his arms.
The Moon-Gazing Tower of Solitude no longer existed. From now on, there would be no more mention of this place in the underworld. Nangong Ao stroked the person in his arms, Li’er, and said, ‘Forget about that time. Let’s start over, okay?’
However, Xia Huai-zhi was never found, not even a corpse. When the old Madam Nangong said this, Nangong Ao was helping Li’er brush her hair. The long black hair was a little dry, but it would soon be fine. He raised the corners of his mouth in a smile, awkwardly fixing the dark tresses with a glass hairpin. He looked down, quickly withdrew the hairpin, and let the long hair fall down, looking so strange that he was momentarily in a daze.
However, the old lady Nangong saw at a glance the Manjushri in the woman’s forehead, a small one, blooming on her slightly pale face, matching the delicate features, and it was mesmerising and heart-stopping.
The words ‘corpse demon’ exploded in her mind. She took a slight step back. The legendary ominous monster actually existed, and…and it had bewitched his son.
Nangong Ao only knew that he liked her, but he never imagined that he would be obsessed to this extent. Embracing each other in the night, Li’er leaned into his arms, her head hanging down as she curiously played with the blood jade around his neck. Nangong Ao leaned half-way onto the bed, holding a book on melting pressure points in his hands. MS was reading very carefully, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He tried hard to control himself, but his body was far more honest than he was.
‘Li’er, go to sleep first.’ His voice was a little strange, and Li’er just nodded obediently, “Oh.” Then she got out of his embrace and fell asleep on her side. Nangong Ao looked at the petite figure and finally couldn’t help but lean over and hug her. Li’er opened her eyes confusedly, reached out and put her arms around his neck again. The feeling of being embraced in the warmth and softness of her body melted away any remaining sense of reason in Nangong Ao’s heart.
Li’er moved, trying to turn around, but Nangong Ao whispered, ‘Don’t move, let me hold you for a while.’ So Li’er obediently stopped moving and let him hold her quietly. At that moment, there was only the sound of her heartbeat, as if time had stopped.
Nangong Ao closed his eyes. This moment of passion made him determined. Li’er, if I can grow old with you like this, what does it matter if I give up my dreams of becoming king or dominating the world?
Nangong Ao stopped practising the Ice Silkworm and Flaming Fire technique. Such ruthlessness and heartlessness no longer suited his current state of mind. Sometimes when he touched the Ice Silkworm and Flaming Fire blade in his sleeve, he would remember the hardship and pain of initially practising this sword technique. He had vaguely felt reluctant, but the last sentence of the secret manual said, ‘Only by severing all emotions and love can you enter my sect.’ He hesitated, and when he turned around, he saw Li’er’s smiling face, so pure and innocent like a baby’s. He felt that everything was worth it. What does it matter if you give up everything?
When the pear blossoms were in bloom, Nangong Ao sat under the tree with her in his arms. The terrible scars on her body had faded, and she had become much more cheerful. But she often forgot the maid who served her, Nangong Ao’s mother, and everyone else around her. Nangong Ao nudged her nose and laughed, ‘Will you forget me too one day?’
Lier shook her head seriously, saying that she would never, never forget. White pear blossoms fell among her hair, and her eyes, full of anxiety, were as pure as crystal, unstained by the slightest impurity, just as they had been when they first met.
Nangong Ao’s rough fingers ran through her silky black hair, and his smile grew deeper. He kissed her gently on the ear and whispered, ‘I believe you.’
The scene of the two people embracing was witnessed by everyone. The old lady Nangong stood far away on the corridor, avoiding the scene of the two people getting along. Nangong Yan, if you are half as infatuated as your son, why have you and I come to this pass today?
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Chapter 17: A dream?
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‘Do you really like that child that much?’ Madam Nangong’s voice was kind. She knew that she was no longer a good mother in his eyes, and expressing dissatisfaction at this time would only increase his resentment. Moreover… She looked at the man in front of her, who was a head taller than her, and even if she did say something, it would be absolutely useless.
‘Mm.’ The answer was as expected, but it was far more resolute than expected: ‘I want to marry her.’
‘What?‘
’I want to give her a wedding.‘ A trace of a smile appeared on the cold and hard face. Old Lady Nangong suddenly realised that perhaps only when mentioning the corpse demon would her son show this moment of tenderness.
’I’ll have the servants prepare.’ This answer slightly surprised Nangong Ao. Perhaps it was because he loved the woman in front of him, he finally felt a sense of closeness towards her: ’Thank you.’
The old lady Nangong was momentarily stunned. Those two words had come from a long way away.
Nangong did not tell Li’er, even though he was looking forward to seeing the joy in those beautiful eyes, but…let’s surprise her, he thought.
Li’er’s courtyard was full of pear trees, with a patio, several white jade tables, and even a small swing, so it had become almost her only place to play.
The old Madam Nangong chose to visit her at the hour of the rooster, when Nangong Ao was usually not around.
The corpse demon was sitting on the swing, the silver swing chains reflecting the light and creating a dazzling halo around her. Her white dress and black hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked like a celestial being.
After only a moment’s pause, she had noticed, but timidly stood up. Her maid, Lvzhu, had already smartly knelt on the ground and called out, ‘My lady.’ Old Madam Nangong tightened her grip on the dragon-headed cane. It was really no wonder that Ao was arrogant. Such a demon, even she felt shocking to the eye, and which man could resist?
While she was thinking this, she had a smile on her face, ‘Li’er?’
The person next to the swing was uneasy and restless. The kind smile on the old lady’s face made her feel a little calmer, but she still didn’t dare to approach. So the dignified old lady slowly walked over and gently took her hand. ‘Come, my dear, keep me company and talk to me.’
Li’er was a little afraid, but she still slowly extended her hand and let her hold it. The old lady didn’t let go of her hand until they reached her bedroom, and then she let her sit down at the elegant mahogany table.
‘Ao’er has always been a proud child.’ After taking the tea on the table and using the lid to brush the tea leaves from her face, the old lady slowly said, “His father was a hero, admired by everyone in the martial arts world, so his ideals are also those of a hero.”
While she was talking, she kept an eye on Li’er’s expression. Li’er just looked at her earnestly and listened quietly.
‘He wanted to become just like his father. He told me this when he was very young. So when he was seven, I reluctantly sent him to the Wangyue Youlou. Li’er, can you understand the feelings of a mother?”
Li’er’s eyes were pure as clear water. She suddenly felt that she didn’t dare to look directly at them, but the eyes slowly twinkled with light, and she nodded gently.
‘It’s been twelve years since we last saw each other. For twelve years, I have prayed for him day and night, but I have no regrets. Li’er, I think this separation is worthwhile for his dream. What do you think?”
Li’er looked at her blankly, so she continued, ’I know you are a good child and the one Ao’er truly loves, but Li’er, you are ruining him, letting him waste his life on childish love. Can’t you see that his eyes sparkle when he looks at his father’s portrait?”
The person across the room hung their head in silence, while the old Madam Nangong still smiled kindly. “Leave him for a while, okay, my child? It may not be fair to your love, but please consider it a request from an old woman.” She spoke slowly, word by word, but there was no turning back. In fact, even if there was, I’m afraid the person with their head bowed would never turn back.
‘Promise me, Li’er?’ She reached out to touch her dark hair, and Li’er looked up and nodded gently.
She returned alone to the small courtyard. Nangong Ao had been looking everywhere. When he saw her, he embraced her in his arms. “Where have you been?” She didn’t answer, but gently circled his upright waist. Nangong Ao lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, making sure that the person in his arms was safe and sound, and let out a sigh of relief.
Li let him carry her back into the house, her slender fingers stroking his strong brow and passing over his thin lips. Nangong followed the motion and took her fingertips in his mouth, nibbling lightly as he smiled. Her clear, watery gaze seemed to look into his heart.
Nangong Ao was taken aback. He had already taken her hand and led it to slowly stroke his chest. Her jade-like hand slowly wandered over his chest. Nangong Ao’s breathing gradually quickened. In front of this person, his self-control was always indefensible.
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Chapter 18 Seduction?
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Nangong Ao kissed her porcelain-like neck, and she slowly embraced him. His gaze made him feel a little uneasy: ‘Something wrong?’
He looked into her eyes and asked. Li Er just shook her head, and Nangong Ao was a little worried. This was a child who had been raised like a soul in a crystal vase by Jian. Even if she had suffered more than enough injustice and torment, her eyes were still so pure and bright.
Nangong Ao stroked her slightly curled eyelashes. In these eyes, all people are good, all colours are beautiful, and all harm can be forgiven.
Nangong Ao held her in his arms and called out very gently, ‘Li’er?’ With each call, she smiled a little, and the smile grew brighter and brighter. That smile was like the sun, dispelling the unease in Nangong Ao’s heart.
Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned her against the pear tree, and bit her tiny earlobe lightly. He buried himself in her body, his voice seeming to catch in his throat, ‘Li’er, I can give you whatever you want, I can give it all to you.’ In his confusion, he couldn’t see clearly, and a deep confusion shone in those clear watery eyes.
She was gone! The entire Nangong mansion mobilised to find her, but there was no news. Old Madam Nangong watched her son anxiously as he paced back and forth. Everyone returned with the same news: no one had seen the woman.
Still, Old Madam Nangong was slightly worried. She knew how to put on the best show. Butler Wu Gui personally led the search, and Deputy Head Butler Lin’an vaguely told each of the servants sent out to find the person, ‘Go where it’s cool, and be smart about your work.’
Of course, Nangong Ao didn’t rely on these people. He was very anxious. That crystal-like treasure doesn’t even know the way. How could the always well-behaved baby get lost?
Nangong Ao secretly used You Bai’s Mulindun to search all over Lucheng, but there was no sign of it.
Nangong’s old lady didn’t seem worried at all. It’s just the way children are, she thought. Which child wouldn’t cry for a while if they lost their favourite toy?
Once you leave Lu City and head back to Wugui…that should be the end of this problem, right?
Outside Lu City, in the suburbs.
Wugui suddenly stopped in his tracks. The young man in blue behind him didn’t pay attention and almost bumped into his back. The faint fragrance made Wugui’s mouth curve up a little. Pointing to the small grove by the roadside, he said, ‘Tired? Let’s rest for a while.’
The young man in blue nodded silently, but shyly avoided the hand Wu Gui extended to him.
The light in the forest had become much darker, and Wu Gui found a dry patch in the shade of a tree and motioned for the young man to sit next to him. So the weakened figure sat down next to him, cowering, and looked confusedly at the quiet forest.
‘Li’er, is this place beautiful?‘ Wu Gui slowly leaned closer to her, his breath blowing on her face, causing her to shrink back involuntarily, but she still obediently nodded.
’So, do you like it here?’ Wu Gui’s smile slowly stopped being the same as before, and Li’er was a little scared. The eyes in her flawless, clear face did not dare to look directly at him, but she did not dare not to answer, so she said with difficulty, ’I like it.’
Wu Gui smiled even more deeply, gently took her hand grasping the corner of her shirt, and with the other hand took her thin arm, whispering, ‘So, how about we sleep here for a while?’
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‘Oh,’ Li’er said in a small voice, and Wu Gui’s smile grew more and more evil. “Then lie down obediently. By the way, don’t you sleep with your clothes on?”
Li’er looked at him blankly, her pure, glassy gaze like the full moon in the middle of the night, arousing the primordial beast within. Wu Gui reached over, ignoring her fear, and undid her belt. ’Li’er, don’t you know how to take off your clothes? Let me help you.’
The jade-like skin slipped out of the rough green shirt inch by inch. Wu Gui’s breathing slowly increased, and his thick lips trembled as he kissed the jade-like skin. Li’er anxiously blocked him with her hands, offering feeble resistance. She wasn’t very scared; Nangong Ao often did the same thing to her.
Wu Gui pushed her hand away, but accidentally cut himself on his face. The pain mixed with desire. He gripped her hand, which was in front of her face, and twisted it violently behind her head. The tender white wrist was pierced by the dry branches. The person beneath him trembled, let out a low groan, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Wu Gui’s expression was crazy, and the pair of red eyes made the person beneath him panic.
The person beneath him resisted a little more strongly, and said in fear, ‘No.’ At this time, Wu Gui could no longer care about her, and he lowered his head and leaned over her, biting hard on her neck as a warning to the person beneath him not to move around.
Blood gushed out, and Li Er let out a low groan. The days of living in the lonely and gloomy Moon Tower had not completely faded away, and the bone-deep fear made her struggle even more violently.
Wu Gui only felt like his whole body was about to burst open. He was no longer sure where he was. His rough hands gripped her very tight legs. The instant touch made him secretly wonder if he should really kill her or take her and hide her.
The more he kissed and bit, the lower he went, but he didn’t notice the changes in the person beneath him. The person beneath him slowly stopped struggling, and slowly, her dark eyes suddenly turned a pale blue, her lips a pale purple, which, together with the bright red, almost dripping red, red spider lily, made her look even more devilishly beautiful.
She suddenly became quiet, and her face, which was of peerless beauty, suddenly lost its expression. Only her eyes, which reflected the Wu Gui, who had fallen into madness, coldly shone in the other world.
Without warning, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit Wu Gui’s throat. The speed was so precise, like that of a beast hunting. Wu Gui was furious, pushing her away, when he suddenly saw her eyes. The pupils were no longer the broken, glazed shine, but cold, the cold of a beast seeking food, and in that cold shone an endless evil.
The person beneath him suddenly became incredibly strong. What bit into his neck was a pair of terrifying fangs! Blood gurgled into her purple lips. Wu Gui felt her strength slowly draining away, but she was unwilling to struggle any longer, as if she were offering a sacrifice with religious devotion.
When the last drop of blood had flowed, Wu Gui took one last look at the person before him, with blue eyes, purple lips, and black hair like ink. That gaze was like an invisible rope, twisting every last trace of will to resist.
‘Amitabha.’ The loud chant of Buddha interrupted a blood feast. The person who was still leaning over the dry body looked up, and the bloodthirsty animalistic gaze in his eyes gradually rose. Shi Xin looked at the corpse demon in front of him, but was not surprised. He just sighed slightly. Heroes and demons come from the same place. Buddha, how is this to be explained?
While he was thinking, the corpse demon slowly stood up, looking at him with the gaze of a hungry wolf. Shi Xin slowly recited the Heart Sutra. The closer the corpse demon got, the weaker its strange aura became. Slowly, its purple eyes and blue lips faded away, and its gaze became like that of a pond reflecting the moon.
Li looked around suspiciously, then gazed at Shi Xin again. However, the gaze was still kind, without any guard. Shi Xin sighed, and slowly walked out of the dense forest. The young man had mobilised so many people, and Wu Gui was dead. They should find her soon.
The clear, watery gaze watched as Xixin walked away. He looked down at the corpse beneath him, then looked up at the silent, dead grove.
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Text Chapter 20 Give up on your own?
Chapter 20 Give up on your own?
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This was the scene when You Bai found her. The petite figure cowering under the tree made him hesitate. He was also well aware of the Ice Silkworm and Flaming Swordplay. As long as this woman still had a place in Nangong Ao’s heart, then he would have wasted most of his ten years of cultivation.
So…this woman really couldn’t die now. You Bai walked over and embraced the petite figure on the ground in his arms. His own image was reflected very clearly in the dark pupils of his eyes.
‘Nangong Ao is looking for you.‘ You Bai lowered his voice to a very low level. He had also tricked this woman into playing along when she was looking at the Moonlight Tower, but he never expected that Nangong Ao would actually fall for it. He sneered, his heart unperturbed, his sword invincible. Nangong Ao, you knew what you were doing.
’Nangong Ao?’ The tranquil eyes flashed for a moment, then slowly dimmed.
Hurt him? No, I didn’t hurt him, I just found what he wanted. As You Bai thought this, he walked out of the woods with Li’er in his arms.
Nangong Ao stroked the jade-like beauty, making sure she was all right, and his voice faded away the kind of urgency: ‘In the future, if you don’t know the way, don’t just wander off.’ He stroked her pink lips, his voice as savage and overbearing as a child’s: ‘In the future, when I’m not here, no one is allowed to see you, and you’re not allowed to go anywhere!’
Li buried her head in his chest, and saw the gaze of the old lady Nangong, which pierced like a needle.
Nangong Ao left a trail of people behind him and walked straight away with her in his arms. The old lady Nangong looked at the tall figure’s back and cursed Wu Gui ninety-eight times: ‘Useless thing!’
Nangong Ao laid Li on the bed. She hung her head, afraid to look at him.
Next to the bed, his tall body cast a faint shadow, but he just stood there, looking at the person in the bed, without saying a word. After a long time, Li’er looked up at him, caught his gaze, and quickly looked away again.
Nangong Ao just kept looking at her for a long time, until Li’er’s whole body went numb. He then slowly leaned down, about to kiss her pink lips, when he suddenly saw the bruises all over her body and the bloodstains on her face. He then ordered the servants to prepare hot water and an anti-bruise ointment.
He washed her clean himself, his rough hands rubbing against her delicate skin. His voice held no discernible emotion: ‘This time, I won’t ask anything, but Li’er, there must not be a next time. If there is anything, you tell me clearly, don’t make me hurt you.”
The rising mist blurred his vision. Nangong Ao had prepared a long list of things to say to lecture her, but after those two sentences, he couldn’t say anything else.
Nangong Ao was becoming more and more aware of the changes in his body. He didn’t understand why, even though he hadn’t deliberately fallen in love with this person, this body had just remembered her so vividly.
He dried her off and carried her to the bed, desperately resisting the urge to do so, stroking her dark hair gently. He knew she must have been frightened in some way, and he didn’t want to frighten her again. When the person beneath him had truly relaxed, he lightly touched her lips and slowly leaned down to press himself against her, looking down. Those dark eyes were still looking at him like the autumn water, without any intention of resisting. So he finally let his heart settle, pulled back her white silk robe, and explored the naked body inside.
When his breathing calmed, Nangong Ao hugged her and closed his eyes. The usually delicate person did not fall asleep, however. Seeing that he seemed to have fallen asleep, she gently ran her onion-peeling fingertips along his handsome brow. The night grew darker, and she felt a little cold again, so she snuggled closer to him.
When the person in his arms finally fell asleep, those tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Nangong Ao leaned down and looked at the person beneath him. Li’er, what on earth were you thinking?
‘He’s already gone, what’s the point of coming back?’ The old lady Nangong stroked the boy’s silky hair and smiled kindly. Li’er didn’t look up and mumbled, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Alas, it’s not your fault. In fact, even if you left, he would still come back for you. He really does love you, my child. Since you were little, I’ve never seen him be so persistent about anything.’ Old Lady Nangong twisted a lock of her grey hair and spoke very gently, ’Unless… he’s willing to give up himself, of course. But how can we make him give up? Do you have any ideas, my child?’
Those eyes lifted up, looking at her so pure, her teeth slightly biting her lips, but she nodded gently.
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Text Chapter 21 Give her a child
Chapter 21: Give her a child
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Nan Gong Ao saw her in You Bai’s room, disheveled, huddled in a corner with the quilt. You Bai turned his back to sort out his clothes, and in the face of the man’s furious expression, he just shrugged: ‘She seduced me.’
The temporary stakes emboldened him. This person would not just kill him. He was secretly disappointed that he could only look at the delicious food, the taste of which lingered in his heart after all these years.
‘Say no,’ Nangong Ao suddenly calmed down and said very gently to the person huddled in the corner, ‘as long as you say no, there is no.’
However, the person just huddled in the corner even more fiercely, with a tranquil watery light in his eyes.
‘Say you didn’t!’ Holding the baby-soft arms tightly, Nangong Ao could no longer control his tone. If he had walked in on her with You Bai, he thought he might really have been unable to resist getting rid of such a good chess piece!
Li only glanced at him, but then lowered her eyes.
‘Ha, ha.‘ Nangong Ao’s hand stroked her long hair, and suddenly he used his hand to pull her head up, meeting those quiet eyes: “So it turns out that I, Nangong Ao, am unable to satisfy you?”
’Let me go,’ she said very softly. To Nangong Ao’s ears, it sounded like something was stabbing his heart.
‘Being with me causes you so much pain!’ He tugged at her long hair with one hand, pulling her to face him. His gaze fixed on the shrinking figure.
She looked into his eyes, and under that gaze, she nodded gently, but very clearly.
Nangong Ao dragged her up from You Bai’s bed. He didn’t know what had happened to make her want to leave him so resolutely. An evil voice in her heart urged her, ‘Give her a child. With a child, she won’t leave again.’
She walked away from the Pear Blossom Villa and threw the man onto the bed with force. She grunted, but just looked at him timidly. Nangong Ao himself didn’t know how terrifying that look was. He stood by the bed and deftly removed his clothes. Years of martial arts training had made his body very well-proportioned and powerful.
His black clothes were thrown onto the floor in a haphazard manner. He grabbed Li’er on the bed and twisted her hand above her head, not noticing that deep blue marks had already been left on her jade-like wrists.
Li’er looked at him with some fear. He pulled her messy clothes open and without stopping, thrust his member into her body. She let out a low wail of sorrow and her lower body twisted slightly.
That posture of wanting to resist but welcoming made Nangong Ao burn with lust, so the movement that was originally just a small punishment turned into a storm. She looked at his red eyes in fear. The tight place could not accommodate the sudden attack of the huge object, and it was torn apart, flowing with warm blood.
Nangong Ao twisted her hands with one hand and lifted her jaw with the other, his tongue rudely but deftly pushing open her teeth as he swallowed her broken moans one by one.
Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and it wasn’t until her face turned a slight purple that Nangong Ao let go of her lips, which were somewhat red and swollen from the rough action.
‘Am I not as skilled as You Bai?‘ He asked her as he wildly thrust up into her, his evil, predatory gaze overwhelming her.
’No…no…ah…’ Her voice was still very low, the pain preventing her from making a full sound.
Very well, Nangong Ao slowed his movements slightly. “His thing is still more powerful than mine?” Nangong Ao touched his lips to her ear, his anger fading into a slight teasing.
She looked at him in confusion, and that pure gaze melted away the last vestiges of Nangong Ao’s coldness. So the hand that was holding her wrist slowly loosened, and the thrusting movements slowly became gentler. He gently nibbled on her earlobe, put an arm around her neck to comfort her, and gently caressed the budding flowers on her chest with the other hand, while penetrating her body with all his strength.
His movements became gentler. She kept looking at him uneasily, and finally tried to put her arms around his neck. She saw that he wasn’t upset, so she slowly relaxed.
That night, Li Zi closed her eyes and let Nangong Ao vent his anger on her body like a madman. Nangong Ao just let go of himself on her again and again, thinking to himself, ‘Give her a child early.’
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Text Chapter 22 Don’t Tie Me Up
Chapter 22 Don’t Tie Me Up
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At dawn, Nangong Ao got up and got dressed, looking at the sleeping figure in the bed. He didn’t know what had happened to make her, who had always been obedient, decide to leave him.
After thinking for a long time by the bed, he finally took the delicate silk and tied her limbs apart and to the bedposts. Her watery eyes opened hazily, and she had been quietly watching his movements. After he had finished tying her, she said sadly, ‘Don’t tie me up.’
Her voice was very soft, and her eyes were sad and watery. Nangong Ao almost felt a little reluctant, but…if he didn’t, she would still leave, he thought.
‘Wait for me obediently,’ Nangong Ao said softly, stroking her silky black hair. She did not hide, but looked at him with sparkling eyes, repeating in a low voice, “Don’t tie it up.”
Nangong Ao patted her head and said, “Good girl.”
When he closed the door, he could still hear her whisper, ’Nangong Ao.’
You Bai moved away from Zhuer and walked into the room. When he saw the scene inside, a smile blossomed at the corner of his mouth. He ran his warm finger pads over her ice-like face and leaned in to kiss her. Li turned her head away in fear, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to turn back to him.
The person beneath him groaned softly, but did not dare to resist him obviously. You Bai of course knew that Zhu Er would return at any time, and he could not leave any scars on this body yet. He smiled lightly and looked at the person beneath him, ‘Don’t like me? Hmph, what’s the difference between Nangong Ao and us?’
The person on top of him suddenly raised his eyelids, as stubborn and serious as a child, ‘There is a difference.’
You Bai laughed mockingly, ‘There isn’t!’
‘No!‘ The person beneath him became agitated, and his voice slowly rose.
’What’s the difference?’ You Bai glanced at the ice silk tied around his wrists, his voice mean and vicious: “It’s still the same as being tied up!!!”
Li Er clenched his silver teeth, his blood-stained lips blurred, but he stubbornly said, “It’s not the same!”
You Bai went out, closed the door behind him, and said coldly, ’It’s the same!’
In the evening, when Nangong Ao returned, night had already fallen. The dazed look on the person in the bed made him feel a little sad. He gently untied her and blew on the red marks on her wrists. She then looked at him and then curled up in his arms.
‘Are you cold?’ Nangong Ao hugged the person in his arms tightly. She pressed her face against his chest, then pouted like she was sulking with someone, saying, “It’s not the same.”
The childlike, immature voice made Nangong Ao almost laugh. He lifted her head and kissed her gently, “Sulking with someone?”
He asked almost lovingly, but the person in his arms didn’t answer, just resting her head against his neck.
Early the next morning, Nangong Ao tied it more loosely so that it would not chafe her as much as possible. She looked up at the icy silk ribbon and then at Nangong Ao. The look in her eyes made Nangong Ao, who had already been about to leave, reluctant to go. So he turned directly back and leaned over her.
The huge object slowly pushed in. He felt the person beneath him tremble violently. Nangong Ao pressed her shoulders down and wildly moved without paying attention to the low whimpering of the person beneath him.
Afterwards, he simply helped her clean up a little, then turned back and called for Pearl. He gave her a few simple instructions, and Nangong Ao patted Li’er’s little face and said, ‘Let’s go, I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.’
Pearl took a hot towel and helped her wipe her body, but was surprised to see the first tears roll down the face that was so beautiful and yet so strange, like pearls.
And so, one morning, Li’er vomited the breakfast that Pearl had fed her. The doctor who came in congratulated Nangong Ao, who was greatly relieved.
He gently untied the ice silk that had bound her. From now on, she would never have to do that again, would she? Every time he left the house, he was on tenterhooks, worrying about what the baby might do if it heard someone talking.
Nangong Ao lowered his head and kissed her rosy cheeks, then reached out to stroke her still-flat stomach. A light joy filled his chest. It was truly miraculous that there was a new little life inside her, flowing with her own blood.
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Text Chapter 23 The truth about being imprisoned in the backyard
Chapter 23: The truth about being imprisoned in the backyard
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She was happy during that period of time. Nangong Ao doted on her like a precious treasure. Sometimes, when he held her and sat under the pear tree, he felt like the only person in the world left was the one in his arms.
The accident happened in the backyard, and Nangong Ao’s entrance was purely accidental. The deep tunnel entrance appeared in front of him, and the dampness and musty smell came at him. The black hole-like tunnel made Nangong Ao want to go in and take a look.
He casually grabbed a torch from the side of the road and slowly walked down the narrow aisle. The smell of pine resin and the unquenchable torch indicated that this place was frequented by people.
A prison cell. The bronze door could not hold back Nangong Ao. When the door with the embroidered marks was opened, the scene inside made him slightly shocked.
There was a man, his hair unkempt, his clothes tattered, his limbs bound with black iron, as bony as dry bones. His eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the long, unkempt hair.
‘Who are you?’ Nangong Ao’s eyes flashed with a different kind of light. Apart from his mother, he couldn’t think of anyone else who could lock someone up here without him knowing.
The deep voice echoed in the damp room, and the person leaning against the wall opened his eyes.
The light in those eyes made Nangong Ao feel threatened all of a sudden. It turned out to be a supreme master!
‘Ao’er?‘ The man looked at him for a long time, hoarse but still imposing.
’You…‘ Nangong Ao took a step back, already vaguely guessing the identity of this person.
’I am Nangong Yan.’ The imprisoned man talked and laughed as usual, looking at the child who had not been allowed to see much since birth. He had grown so tall, I wonder how good he is?
‘Come here.’ The bony claw-like hand reached out to Nangong Ao, vaguely in a hugging position. Nangong Ao slowly walked over, and the call of blood made him have no doubt about the identity of the person in front of him.
Just as he reached in front of him, suddenly a gust of wind passed by, followed by a frantic exchange of blows. The person who had been imprisoned for an unknown period of time actually had such skills.
Nangong Ao pursed his stubborn lips again. If Ice Silkworm and Flaming Fire continued to train, they would be able to resist him, right? He suddenly thought to himself.
Using Ice Silkworm and Flaming Fire against him was a heavy price to pay. Nangong Ao managed to break free from his control and roll over to escape the attack of the iron chains. However, he could not stop himself from crashing into the wall behind him, and blood flowed down his lips.
‘What happened?‘ Nangong Yan naturally saw that something was wrong. This kid’s skills were not low, and in the future, his cultivation base would definitely be above his own, but why…
’No reason,‘ Nangong Ao’s voice had already returned to its calm, “what’s wrong with you?”
Nangong Yan coughed twice, smartly changing the subject, “Kid, I’m your father, what kind of tone is that!”
’Father?’ Nangong Ao sneered, ’It seems like I haven’t seen you a few times, right?’
‘Hey, young man, don’t be so serious…‘ The man in the dark room raised his bony hand and awkwardly rubbed his forehead, causing the iron chains to jingle. “How have you been?”
’She locked you in here?’ Nangong Ao ignored the person in front of him and changed the subject. In fact, he was absolutely not surprised.
‘Heh, I guess I’ve repaid her kindness,’ Nangong Yan said, looking at the figure in the shadows. In fact, the father and son had not met very often, but for some strange reason, he was so sure of who the person was just by looking at him.
In pursuit of martial arts, he abandoned them. This was what Nangong Ao had found out about his father’s whereabouts, but after more than ten years, he had run into him in this dark and gloomy secret room. So, he had never escaped?
A hint of a smile curled the corners of Nangong Ao’s mouth. Yes, this was what his mother had done.
He turned back to look at the person in the dark, who was in a sorry state and could have joined the Beggar Sect, but whose carefree bearing was still intact. This person had endured more than ten years without freedom, and had refused to compromise, ending this mortal relationship.
Nangong Ao turned and left. In fact, sometimes he admired his mother very much. She was a strong woman, far stronger than he was.
‘You have a grandson.’ The man who had walked to the door slowly let out these words, and the sudden gentle tone made his imposing manner less sharp: “Maybe I won’t be a hero whose name will live forever, but… I will be a good husband and a good father.”
Nangong Yan looked at the back of the man, who looked exactly like himself when he was young, and fell silent.
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Text Chapter 24 A peerless and radiant appearance
Chapter 24: A peerless and radiant appearance
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Old Madam Nangong knew that her son was serious, but she didn’t expect Nangong Ao to be serious to this extent, to let a corpse demon carry his child. Does this boy know what he is doing?
She found her again and once again, gently patted her shoulder, giving a long lecture, and finally said, ‘Your child will make Ao a laughing stock of the entire martial arts world.
But this time, she failed. The woman, soft and innocent like a baby, covered her abdomen with one hand, shrunk back, and shook her head very firmly at her.
‘How can you let Ao’er bring you shame when he is so sincere with you!’ The old Madam Nangong’s tone was already impatient. Li’er backed up and leaned against a pear tree, whispering but as stubborn as a child: ‘My brother promised the baby.’
He said a lot, but this was the only thing he repeated, without saying anything else. Lady Nangong felt like she was talking to a parrot, and she was so angry that she stormed off! Li’er relaxed only after the person had gone far away, and ran straight back to the courtyard.
When Nangong Ao returned, he already felt that something was wrong. Li’er hugged him tightly, burying her little face in his arms.
‘What’s wrong?’ He patted his weakened back and asked in a low voice. The person in his arms looked up after a long time: ‘Brother, do you want a baby?’
Nangong Ao was stunned for a moment. Who was gossiping again?
‘Of course. That’s our baby, ours.’ He soothed her softly but firmly, picked her up and held her in his arms. Why was the baby still so light even after she had become pregnant?
Every night, Li’er would hold him as they fell asleep. Her flat stomach slowly began to swell. Nangong Ao no longer touched her, but sometimes he couldn’t help but rub and squeeze it. Li’er looked at him dazedly, and he smiled lowly, quite pleased with himself.
When Nangong Ao was not around, You Bai would come. Nangong Ao had ordered him to protect Li’er. He would smile to himself, sometimes stroke her belly, and sometimes just look at her from afar. The child of a corpse demon, I wonder what’s so special about it? You Bai often thought to himself. At this time, he must not let anything happen to this demon. Once the child is born, hehe, Nangong Ao will find it hard to establish himself in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.
Nangong Ao knew exactly what this person was thinking, but there was no doubt that he was currently the only person around him who did not want anything to happen to his child.
In the evening, You Bai often took her out for a walk. She was afraid of the scorching sun, so the shade of the trees at dusk was always a place she could linger for a long time. So You Bai often took her to Green Lake. She sat down on the bluestone under the weeping willows by the lake, smiling as she teased the fish in the lake with the branches of the willows.
The setting sun cast a dazzling halo around her black hair, and when the breeze blew, her clothes fluttered, adding to the illusion that she had turned into a fairy, with her eyes unstained by the world.
Sometimes You Bai would shake his head, thinking that this woman was truly amazing. She had been played with by so many men in so many ways, yet she remained as pure as clear water.
‘What are you thinking?’ She had been sitting on the bluestone for a long time, and You Bai couldn’t help but speak up. But she didn’t answer, just gave a smile, and the red spider lily blossomed, its peerless and radiant appearance.
You Bai was stunned in place, and sighed to himself, ’Nangong Ao, the heavens have destined this to be your calamity.’
While thinking this, he couldn’t help but crouch down and reach out to touch her face, which was like a carved ice sculpture. The person in front of him flinched back alertly. You Bai smiled harmlessly, gently stroked the bulging abdomen with one hand, and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.’
He embraced her in his arms, sealed her cherry lips, and the tip of his tongue deftly pushed open her teeth. The entanglement of lips and teeth, the look of reluctant acceptance, made You Bai burn with desire. His hand explored her clothing, and she trembled slightly before gently pushing him away: ‘No.’
You Bai laughed teasingly and squeezed the bud on her chest: ‘No what?’ Li’er subconsciously held his hand, then let go when she saw his gaze again: ‘Don’t.’
Looking at him with eyes like autumn water, You Bai felt that every part of this body was inviting him, and he reached out uncontrollably to undo her belt. One hand stopped her movement, and he said hoarsely, ‘Relax.’
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Text Chapter 25 As Long as You Love Me, I Will Not Fall (1)
Chapter 25: As long as you still love me, I will not fall (1)
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Nangong Ao had seen this kind of scene when he passed by in the past. He came back early this day and asked several maids before he found out that You Bai would usually take her to Green Lake.
He usually takes her here, but does he usually do this kind of thing with her? Nangong Ao clenched his fists, and turned away. Is she, my child, doing this kind of thing with another man?
Turning around and walking back, Nangong Ao suddenly felt like laughing out loud. Nangong Ao, how do you know that’s your child!
Walking slowly into the Pear Blossom Villa, Zhu’er looked at her young master strangely, but she didn’t dare ask any questions. It wasn’t until nightfall that You Bai returned with Li’er. He was a little surprised to see Nangong Ao at first, but he immediately calmed down and turned around to automatically step back.
When Li’er saw him, she ran over and threw herself into his arms, crying plaintively, ‘Brother.’ Nangong Ao almost avoided her, but then reached back and stroked her long hair. ‘Are you tired?’
Li’er looked up at him. Her beautiful eyes were like a lake full of spring tides, beautiful but with an inexplicable sadness. Nangong Ao told Zhu’er to bathe and dress her. That night, he did not sleep with her.
In a private room of the Yihong Courtyard, a man was drinking alone and was drunk as hell. The madam lifted the curtain and saw that the nobleman’s hair was askew and his black clothes were in disarray. The finest thousand-year-old wine had soaked the front of his shirt. The whole person was unaware of it, leaning against the window sill, with his handsome sword-shaped eyebrows and half-closed starry eyes showing a look of bewilderment.
Early in the morning, Nangong Ao hurried back to wash away the smell of alcohol from his body. He then shed the kind of hesitation. Perhaps love has become a habit. Sitting by the bed and watching his sleeping wife, he suddenly thought, what if I don’t love her anymore?
He reached out and gently stroked the bulging belly. Inside is a little life. If he can strengthen Li’er’s resolve, then even if it’s not his own, what does it matter?
When the person in bed opened his eyes, as pure as in the beginning of the world, Nangong Ao couldn’t help but smile deeply: ‘The weather is nice, let’s take Lier out for a walk.’
Lier obediently followed him out the door. She was already somewhat mobility impaired, so Nangong Ao ordered a carriage and helped her get in. He sat down next to her, leaning against him.
The weather that day was really good. Nangong Ao looked at the scenery along the way and the smiling face of the person in front of him. He suddenly felt very uncertain. He was a little afraid. How long could a love that came so suddenly last?
If in the future, he suddenly lost his love for the person in front of him, what would she do? And what about himself?
Suddenly, he reached out and embraced the person in front of him, but his gaze passed through her and he saw something he didn’t know.
That day, Li was a little uneasy. Although she still smiled sweetly, the pure joy was gone from her eyes.
On the way back, she sat next to Nangong Ao and was very, very well-behaved. Nangong Ao embraced her in his arms, and suddenly he couldn’t bear to let her sit like that alone.
She quietly let him hold her, resting her face in the hollow of his neck, without saying a word.
When the baby was born, Nangong Ao hired the best midwife, but as soon as everyone saw the Manjushri on the baby’s forehead, they immediately went weak in the knees. ‘Young Master Nangong, when a corpse demon gives birth, it must absorb human yang energy…an unlucky, unlucky thing…’ The midwife knelt on the ground and said, trembling.
Nangong Ao clenched his fists, and the Ice Silkworm Flaming Blade appeared in his hands. He placed it menacingly around the midwife’s neck and said, ‘Is that more ominous than if I killed you?’
However, the old lady Nangong had already walked quickly in, scolding, ‘Ao’er, are you crazy? Let me talk to her.’
The midwife trembled as she went in, but the woman hiding in the bed was no longer a stunning beauty. Li’er leaned against the corner of the bed, and something in her belly could be seen wriggling slightly. Her dark, beautiful eyes had a bluish tinge, her lips a strange purple colour, and her black hair was as dark as ink. In the brightly lit delivery room, she looked damnably enchanting.
The midwife gritted her teeth against the fear that made her feel a little sick, and slowly walked over, coaxing with a trembling voice, ‘Li’er, come, come and lie down first.’ Li’er looked at her, sweating profusely but lying down very obediently.
She groaned softly, but the whole delivery room was deathly silent. The midwife slowly guided her to breathe deeply and push. But she was secretly pondering the words of the old Madam Nangong.
The baby was almost out, and the head could be seen. After all, the midwife was doing this for the first time. She trembled, reached out her hand, and then stuck the slippery little head again, pressing it in dead set!
The person on the bed groaned softly, her long hair damp with sweat, looking at her pleadingly as she meekly repeated the movements she had said.
‘Breathe in, push!’ The midwife pressed for a while, seeing that the baby was not resisting, and pushed harder and harder. After struggling like this for a long time, the midwife suddenly realised when it was that the room had become so dark?
The blue light grew stronger and stronger. The midwife was secretly surprised. The person on the bed was trembling and struggling like a dying animal. The midwife simply pressed her abdomen with one hand, and blood flowed all over the bed. The smell of blood filled the room, and the midwife felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
When she looked up, she bumped into the ice-blue gaze. Suddenly, she felt as if she had lost her mind. She let go of her hand and slowly walked over, following the call of that gaze, and slowly touched those lips.
The fangs were very cold, really cold, but she was as pious as a good man or woman. Blood flowed over the cold fangs, and the dying man suddenly felt: It is my honour to sacrifice for you…
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Text Chapter 26 As Long as You Love Me, I Will Not Fall (2)
Chapter 26: As long as you love me, I will not fall (2)
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When the loud cry of a baby sounded, Nangong Ao could no longer hold back and rushed in, but as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw this scene.
Everyone was staying outside the room. The old lady Nangong gritted her teeth and said, ‘This is good.’
His fangs retracted when he looked at the tiny baby, and the person on the ground had already become a mummy. Li’er leaned over with difficulty to pick him up, completely ignoring the people outside the door. The blood all over the bed was shocking.
Nangong Ao slowly walked up to her, reaching out to take the baby. Li’er looked at him for a long time before silently handing it over.
‘Ao’er, you’re crazy!’ Lady Nangong’s voice surpassed her self-control and appeared to be exasperated. Nangong Ao looked at the child. The small face was not as ugly as a newborn baby, but was eerily delicate.
There was even a blood-red Manjushri mark on its forehead, all the way down to its right cheek. The eerily red colour, on tender skin, was breathtakingly beautiful.
‘This… is my child.’ The voice came out clearly, word by word. The person in the bed finally collapsed, and his beautiful eyes closed weakly.
The child in his arms had been crying the whole time. Nangong Ao carried him out, and there was not a trace of joy to be seen in the entire Nangong mansion. Why? Nangong Ao asked himself.
He handed the child over to Zhu’er and went alone to the tunnel. Nangong Yan was still in the cell at the end. For him, there was no difference between day and night.
‘What is it?‘ In the dark corner, if you only listen to the voice, then this person is enough to make any woman imagine things.
’Your grandson has been born.‘ Nangong Ao’s voice was low and sexy, natural. Even in the dim light, he still saw the figure in the darkness stiffen for a moment.
’Congratulations.’ After a long time, Nangong Yan said these two words. The person in front of him did not show the slightest hint of joy, and he could tell. So he waited for his next words.
‘Why won’t you accept her?’ His topic surprised him, and as soon as the words fell, an altar jar flew over, and Nangong Yancheng caught it with one hand, causing a clanking sound.
That night, they kept drinking, and the two of them forgot about hierarchy and age, until they were drunk. Nangong Yancheng hugged the wine jar and muttered, ’How can there be a way to do everything perfectly in the world, without disappointing either the Buddha or you?’
Nangong Ao also hugged a wine jar and leaned over it, laughing maniacally.
That night, Li woke up very early. After such physical exertion, she couldn’t sleep again. The pain in her body tore at her already-faded consciousness. Looking back at the empty room, her eyes were like clear water, as if they were about to fall out.
Watching the moonlight shining in through the window, she opened and closed her lips, calling out Nangong Ao softly, but no sound came out.
The next morning. Nangong Ao stood in front of the bed. The person in the bed was sleeping very soundly. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but slowly withdrew his hand. ‘Li’er, I don’t know how long I can hold on. If one day, Nangong Ao’s love for you is gone, what are we going to do?’
The voice was very, very small, so when he left, he didn’t see the tears in the pair of beautiful eyes after he turned around, dampening the light shadows under the brown eyelashes. The person in the bed watched him leave, and finally…don’t you love me anymore?
No, no, let’s start again, we’ll bring up our baby together and live a good life together. Li Er reached out to the back of the figure that had already gone, but in the end, she only touched nothingness.
After that, Nangong Ao didn’t sleep with Li Er much, but in public, he still doted on her in every way, because that was the only way to keep her. Li Er, even if the love is gone, Nangong Ao will protect you for the rest of your life.
Li’er has always been very obedient. She no longer takes the initiative to go find Nangong Ao. She takes care of the baby carefully every day. Nangong Ao rarely enters the courtyard. Even if he does, he only stands under the pear tree and looks far away.
For all the clothing, Nangong Ao has instructed Zhuer to prepare it. He has begun to re-study the ice silkworm and the fire. I’m sorry, Li’er, I’m tired.
This matter finally spread, and countless moralists came forward. How could the Nangong family keep a corpse demon and be pregnant with a corpse demon’s child?
No one could be found who had leaked the matter. The old lady Nangong explained with a smile to the people from all walks of life, ‘Ao’er has not yet married, so where did this talk of a child come from? You must have mistakenly believed the rumours, right?’
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‘Madam has always been highly respected and held in high regard, so when she says this, we naturally believe her. But after all, young Master Nangong is still young and full of blood, and if this matter is unfounded, we are afraid of the worst. The Nangong family has been pure for generations, and they will not let the descendant of a corpse demon inherit the family business. There is no need for me to say more about such a thing.’ The old Taoist on the opposite side looked dignified and righteous, and the old lady Nangong smiled with him, repeatedly answering that of course.
Nangong Ao sat at the bottom of the table, looking cold and indifferent. That child and her could not stay here. But where else could she go?
She let You Bai take them away. Nangong Ao watched her quietly packing her things by the pear tree. She was holding the small child in her arms, and when she looked back as they were leaving, her gaze was still as bright as the autumn water.
On the outskirts of Lucheng, a villa.
Li Er was tidying up the room very quietly, You Bai was leaning against the door frame, and Zhu Er was wiping the table. There was nothing unusual about them, but the quietness permeated the air and penetrated to the core.
Looking at the little baby sleeping quietly, You Bai frowned. Nangong Ao…how could he suddenly give her up? No, this cannot go on. That slender back, so silent and quiet. His five fingers clenched the corner of the wooden door. Could Nangong Ao really let her go?
No, he doesn’t believe it.
Li’er continues to nurse the baby every day, watching it grow day by day. A spring-like smile begins to appear on her usually silent face. You Bai stands quietly over her, his hand almost touching her weakened shoulders, but in the end, he stops in shock: Li’er, don’t blame me.
Nangong Ao would come over two or three times a month. Li’er had learned to make very fragrant tea and would make it every day. When he came, he would taste it; when he didn’t come, she would pour it all away.
Zhu’er would sometimes remind her, ‘Li’er, today the young master won’t be coming. Don’t bother cooking.’ Li’er would just smile and shake her head. She looked at the fragrant tea, which was as clear as amber: if she didn’t cook it, she would forget.
At noon, You Bai stood at the entrance to the courtyard. Today, Nangong Ao would come.
But Li’er did not wait for Nangong Ao. When the group of people stormed into the courtyard angrily, she clutched the small child in panic, her beautiful eyes showing fear. The mark on her forehead was as blood-red as if it had been dyed, opening up seductively and striking the eye.
‘Corpse demon! It really is a corpse demon!‘ Amidst the noisy crowd, You Bai subconsciously blocked the crowd that was surging towards them. The show hadn’t even started yet, and the protagonist couldn’t have anything happen to her.
’What a sin…let’s set it on fire and burn it to the ground!’ Someone said amidst the crowd. Li’er retreated to the pear tree in the courtyard. The child in her arms seemed to have been awakened by the commotion, and opened her beautiful eyes, as pure as glass, and looked at her.
This was the chaotic scene when Nangong Ao arrived. Everyone looked over in unison. The rumours from the previous few days were true. In this world, there was actually a corpse demon, and she had actually given birth to a child.
So the rumours said that the child was Nangong Ao’s. Was that also true?
Li looked helplessly at Nangong Ao. She knew that these people did not like her, but was she really burned, set on fire? Holding the quiet child in her arms, she finally turned her gaze to Nangong Ao. Her lips, which had lost all colour, said softly, ‘No.’
Countless gazes gathered, and Nangong Ao’s face remained expressionless, but his mind was wavering. In the twinkling of an eye, he had already made a decision: ‘Is there really a corpse demon here?’
The buzzing sound of the crowd once again resounded, but the stance slowly changed from hostile.
‘Nangong Gongzi, how about tying him up and burning him?’ One person suggested.
‘That’s good.’ Just two words, desperately trying to say them without feeling anything, thinking it was very simple, but not knowing why my heart was hurting so much.
‘No.’ That person cowered under the pear tree, his whole body trembling, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t call out to him.
It would have been easy to deal with an unarmed Li’er, but she clawed and bit like crazy, preventing everyone who came over from getting anywhere. The child, who had been quiet during the struggle, started to cry loudly. Li’er gently soothed him, saying, ‘Baby, don’t cry.’
The failure of so many people to get anywhere finally angered the leader. A group of people charged up and tied the person up in five different ways. She, who had been quiet and obedient, screamed piteously, ‘Save him, save him.’
She watched in silence as the man just stood in the doorway, his black clothes blowing in the wind, his face tilted slightly.
Someone forcibly pulled the baby out of her arms. The child cried so loudly that it shook the ground, but it did not win the man in front of it any pity.
The man raised it up and slammed it to the ground.
Blood gushed out, and the pale purple steam drifted over the fallen petals of the pear blossom. The crying stopped, and Nangong Ao did not turn around to look. If you looked closely enough, you could see his tightly pursed lips trembling slightly.
The bound man, however, watched this scene without blinking. His hands were twisted behind his back, restricting his movements, but his clear eyes were vacant, as vacant as the deathly silence.
They left her next to the corpse of the baby, looking as if they were overjoyed, ‘Burn her with this little one.’
The thick fire oil was poured on her, but she didn’t say a word, just looking at the overflowing blood. She didn’t say a word, but it was as if she was carrying the weight of grief, and even the pear blossoms were not as bright.
Nangong Ao’s hands were clenched into fists, and he was holding himself back: at this time, was he going to give up?
A huge fire broke out, the waves of heat were overwhelming. The rope caught fire and broke, but the man in the fire just quietly picked up the tiny baby on the ground, sadly protecting it in his arms, biting his lips and closing his eyes.
Whether there were tears or not, it was hard to tell through the flames.
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Main Text Chapter 28 Who is Whose Salvation (1)
Chapter 28: Who is the Redeemer of Whom (1)
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When a figure pulled her out of the fire, half of her face was already disfigured. The hideous injuries on the other half made it particularly terrifying.
‘Nangong Ao, didn’t you love her at all?’ This person stroked the burnt half of her face, and the scorched touch made his fingers pause for a moment. Li Er looked down at the bloody baby in his arms, a dazed expression on his face. He stroked her messy hair and knew that she had forgotten who she was.
But Nangong Ao had not forgotten. When he saw that his body was not in the lonely building in the moonlight, he knew that this person had not died. Despite having lost a lot of weight, he recognised him at once.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.‘ His tone remained cold, but his heart suddenly didn’t hurt as much. The moment the fire ignited, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: if there is a future, and if he can’t see her again… then what about Nangong Ao?
Why, why would he even think about it? Didn’t they say they didn’t love each other anymore?
’Have you never loved at all?‘ Xia Huaizhi was aggressive.
’How could I possibly love a woman who is so dirty?’ Where their gazes met, Nangong Ao lowered his head and looked at his own rosy fingertips.
The woman beside Xia Huaiyi slowly raised her head, and with one glance, she slowly lowered her head again.
‘Who in the world has ever loved you?’ Xia Huaiyi stroked the long hair that smelled strongly of burnt flesh and laughed mockingly, ‘An ominous corpse demon, so stupid and so dirty, who would truly love you?’
So her head hung even lower, and finally tears fell from her beautiful eyes and dripped onto the baby’s face. The dark liquid spread in a halo of blood.
‘Come with me,’ Xia Huai Zhi said, stroking her head. She just hung her head, looking at the little baby in her arms like a puppet. Xia Huai Zhi took her by the hand. His skills were comparable to Nangong Ao’s, and with the hidden masters lurking in the shadows, the group of people were unable to stop them.
Nangong Ao had been standing in the doorway the whole time. He tilted his head slightly. They had clearly said they didn’t love each other, but why did it still hurt? You Bai watched quietly. Had that man really given up? Huh, was he that heartless?
Amidst the noise, Nangong Ao turned and left, never to see the pear blossoms in the courtyard again. He closed his eyes and let it go. Let’s pretend that we never met, that we never fell in love, that we never hurt each other, that it never happened, and start over.
Her shadow, with her departure, was only a sky full of fire. Let’s just consider it a dream. Even if it’s beautiful, who would miss something from a dream?
Nangong Ao’s black clothes showed an indescribable loneliness in the afterglow of the sunset. They were as straight as a javelin, and he still looked like a graceful and elegant young man. In this world, what can be done about anything?
I thought Xia Huai Zhi would soon be able to make a comeback, after all, he had the corpse demon in his hands. Nangong Ao frowned. The sight of her by the lake that day came back to him. But after waiting a long time, Xia Huaiyi did not make a move.
When the pear blossoms withered and the peach blossoms bloomed, spring passed, and that person disappeared just like Xia Huaiyi. Nangong Ao watched the returning swallows from the window and realised that only parting could trigger yearning. Then is it also only parting that can make love eternal?
Nangong Ao felt like smiling. He was a smart man, and he could wake up from a dream more quickly than others. So he began to try to get close to other women. Every night, he had sex under the red silk canopy, and different women came and went. Nangong Ao seemed to have finally returned to the old Nangong Ao. It was just that after every lovemaking session, he needed to hug the person next to him before he could fall asleep.
Why, why was it so cold? The moonlight shone in, and he suddenly felt this way.
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Text Chapter 29 Who is Redeeming Whom (2)
Chapter 29: Who is Redeeming Whom (Part 2)
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‘Give it to me!’ Xia Huaiji stretched out a hand, and the person in front of him just shook his head desperately, backing away while tears rolled down his face like pearls. Holding the baby in her arms tightly, her gaze was full of heavy sadness. She lowered her hideous face and pressed it against the baby’s, which was gradually growing cold in her arms. Tears slid down her face, leaving shining streaks.
Xia Huai Zhi stepped forward and held her down, pulling hard. Such a dirty thing, she can’t even hold it for a few days.
She clutched it as tightly as her own life, stroked the tender skin, and watched as the temperature gradually disappeared.
Xia Huai Zhi suddenly couldn’t bear to see this sadness. Day after day, night after night in the lonely building, he had grown accustomed to her timidity, her dullness, her forgetfulness, but he couldn’t bear to see her miserable despair.
‘It’s already dead.’ He leaned down slowly, softening his voice. He reached out to stroke her hair, like a wolf comforting a lost cub: “It’s really dead.”
She finally slowly raised her head, her eyes sad and watery. Xia Huaizhi couldn’t help but kiss her forehead: ’Let it go, it will be reborn, there will be a new beginning. Come, give it to me.’
Li looked at him for a long time, then slowly handed over the baby in her hands, just as she had done when it was born, and handed it to Nangong Ao. Xia Huaizhi slowly took it, unable to bear to see the tears in the pair of beautiful eyes.
‘If Nangong Ao had been willing to save you, it would not have died.’ Xia Huaizhi was always good at rubbing salt into someone’s wounds, but this time, even he felt pain at the salt being thrown in.
Li Er leaned against the gauze screen, her hands clasped around her knees, her head bowed, not saying a word.
‘Li Er, not many people from the Central Plains have a conscience, and Nangong Ao is no exception,’ Xia Huai Zhi took her hand, “let’s work together and kill them all. These bad people will only harm more children if they stay.”
The person in the corner of the bed just hung her head and didn’t say a word. Her tears had flowed for several days, slowly stopping, but she still didn’t answer Xia Huai Zhi’s words.
‘Did you hear what I said?’ Xia Huai Zhi pulled her hair to force her to look up. Her eyes were pure and unstained, her eyebrows wrinkled from the pain, but she just looked at Xia Huai Zhi quietly.
Her gaze was so still and calm that Xia Huai Zhi was afraid to look directly at it. She simply slapped her: ‘What are you looking at? I asked if you heard me!’
On her scorched face, no more scars could be seen, but she cowered into the corner of the bed.
‘Still can’t let go of Nangong Ao?’ Xia Huai Zhi grabbed her chin hard: ‘After all he did to you, you still can’t let go of him! Or are you still dreaming that he will fall in love with you?’
The person in front of him didn’t say anything, and Xia Huai tried to make his tone even more vicious: ‘You’re already so dirty, and you’ve been burned to the point where you don’t look human anymore. Do you think he’ll even look at you? Li’er, right now, no one will even bother to talk to you, not even a dog, except for me.’
Li’er’s body stiffened when she heard the word dirty, and then slowly relaxed. Her intelligent eyes looked at Xia Huai, and she shook her head gently but firmly.
‘Okay, I’ll leave her in your hands. You only have ten days to make her say yes,‘ Xia Huaiyi said coldly to the dark tower-like subordinate at the door as he walked out. Li’er, this is not my fault.
’Yes,’ said the man who had once held the position of head of the criminal department of the Wangyue Youlou, nodding in response.
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Text Chapter 30 Who is whose salvation? (3)
Chapter 30 Who is whose salvation? (3)
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No looked solemnly at the person in the corner of the bed and walked over slowly. Her gaze was pure as the deep blue sky.
She touched the black scabies on her face and asked in a low voice, ‘Does it hurt?’ She looked at her quietly and nodded meekly. He laughed softly, ‘It really is ugly like this.’
Holding the short silver blade in his hand, he slowly walked up to her and said, ‘Shall I shave it off?’
Li looked at the approaching blade in horror, her mouth was covered, and her voice was muffled.
The person guarding the door could only hear the confused struggling and dying moans from inside, and even the voice was intermittent…
‘Twenty-two cuts already, do you want to keep cutting?’
‘Your face is so small, you’ve lost so little flesh after just a few cuts. But you’ve shed a lot of tears, heh.’
“Hm, look at all the blood on the bed, it’s really disgusting.’
‘This wound needs to be disinfected, right? Well, burn it with this…”
The next day at dawn, Nuo Shishan opened the door and said to the person inside before leaving, “There’s still time, so don’t be in such a hurry to nod.”
In the morning, the guard came to report that she had a high fever. Xia Huaizhi walked to the door of the hut, but still stopped. Nuo patted his chest and assured him that no one would die, just suffer a little.
Xia Huaiyi turned his head and looked inside. The man, even though he was delirious from the high fever, was still huddled in the corner, like a child abandoned by everyone.
‘He won’t care about you anymore,’ said the tall man, burning a red piece of wire on the candle. ‘I’m afraid he hopes you’ll die, so that those old men won’t bother him anymore. Understand?’
The red wire came closer, and the child instinctively retreated. The fire on the outskirts of Deer City had made her instinctively fear hot things.
‘What should we do today? It’s no fun just like this,’ said Nu, stroking her head to calm her down. ‘Your breasts are very nice. I wonder what they would look like strung up?’
That night, the screams from inside came out through the fingers of the person guarding the door, keeping him on tenterhooks all night.
On the third day, her pain was already very vague. Nuo used medicine to maintain her consciousness. When the horizontal bar covered with barbs was slowly pushed into her body, she fainted again.
She was awakened with salt water. She looked at Nuo in horror, but still shook her head, just shaking her head.
‘Still not working?’ Xia Huaizhi turned his back to Nuo, and his expression was invisible in the candlelight.
‘How can such a timid person be so stubborn?‘
’Do you want to continue?‘
’Master, it doesn’t look good. She is in very poor health, but something inside her has been supporting her consciousness. However, after last night, that thing is weakening.‘
’Do you think Nangong Ao really doesn’t love her anymore?‘
’That man is ruthless.’
‘If it really doesn’t work, there’s nothing we can do.‘
’Er… I haven’t updated this for a few days, I’ve been really busy. If anyone is waiting, Junhua apologises in advance. ‘Bend over, bow 90 degrees in salute.’ Sorry…sorry…sorry.”
Everyone: “…” Are you sure you’re not just padding the word count?
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Text Chapter 31 Who is whose salvation? (4)
Chapter 31: Who is whose salvation? (4)
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The battle between good and evil was extremely fierce. Xia Huai embraced Li Er, the person in his arms was more terrifying than a ghost, but why was her gaze still indescribably pure?
Leaning over her bruised body, he felt such a surge of passion that he himself was surprised. ‘Say that you love me,’ he whispered in her ear, threatening her. But she just lowered her eyes, her expression still dazed and obedient, her beautiful eyes filled with watery colour, but she didn’t say a word.
Xia Huai Zhi finally knew what was wrong. Since the outskirts of the city, she had never wanted to speak again. No matter how much he pressured or cajoled her, she would just nod or shake her head, without saying a word.
‘Could you have hurt yourself?’ Xia Huai Zhi asked the doctor who was treating her wounds. The doctor just shook his head in confusion: “There is no damage to the vocal cords, so this shouldn’t be the case…”
Before he could finish, Xia Huai Zhi kicked him out of the way. Quack doctor!
It was a clear night with few stars. After several attempts, perhaps it was really destined that she would lose to Nangong Ao? Xia Huai thought to himself as he hugged the person in his arms. After years of hiding, everything will fade away. He looked down at the person in his arms and didn’t expect that in the end, it was you who stayed by my side.
The rough fingertips stroked the terrified face of Li’er. If that could still be called a face, Xia Huai suddenly felt a little sad. This person was liked and coveted by almost every man who had toyed with him, but had anyone truly loved him?
He stroked her lips, and she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him. It’s good, it’s actually forgotten, it’s good. The person in his arms was no longer human, her expression still clenched, her gaze still clear, but would the wounds that remained on her body and in her heart just be forgotten together like that?
Li’er, when you were alone at midnight, huddled at the foot of the bed, bearing your pain, did you hate? The person who had loved you deeply, I’m afraid you no longer remember, either.
That night, Xia Huai Zhi held her as they watched the moon. The frogs and insects were chirping, and the world suddenly became very quiet. She huddled obediently in his arms. His pale shirt glowed faintly in the moonlight. She obediently let him hold her, turned her shocked face away, and looked at the full moon.
The moonlight shimmered around the light mist. Suddenly, she reached out her hand to touch the hazy moonlight. Then the bright moonlight passed through her hand, and a faint smile appeared on her face of unusual fear. The moonlight refracted in her bright eyes, like the smile of a baby at its first sight of the world, clear and pure.
Xia Huai lowered his head and gently pressed his face against her indistinct face. That low temperature, together with the soft moonlight, was forever imprinted on his heart.
He gently took her cold hand in his arms, and she looked up at him, then quickly looked away. Her timid expression made Xia Huai Zhi’s lips curve up unconsciously, and he hugged her tightly and said, ‘Let’s go back to sleep.’
He carried her horizontally into the room, and her gaze was fixed on the moonlight in the courtyard.
Xia Huai Zhi knew her well. At the beginning, it was Nangong Ao who made her offer her blood to Ji Chongsheng, wasn’t it? When he thought about it, it seemed like a very distant thing.
He gently kissed her body, which was gradually cooling. She seemed to shrink into his arms out of fear of the cold, and the dappled scars on her delicate body were like those of a small animal. She was meek and gentle. She could forgive all the wrongs in the world, but after exhausting all means, the person who was supposed to be ice-cold and jade-skinned was gradually becoming colder and colder. Who would save her?
Chapter 31 Who is going to save whom? (4)
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The battle between good and evil was extremely fierce. Xia Huai Zhi hugged Li Er, the person in his arms was more terrifying than a ghost, but why was her gaze still indescribably pure?
Leaning over her wounded body, he felt such a surge of passion that he himself was surprised. ‘Say that I love you,’ he whispered in her ear, threatening her. But she just lowered her eyes, her expression still dazed and obedient, her beautiful eyes filled with watery colour, but she didn’t say a word.
Xia Huai Zhi finally knew what was wrong. Since the outskirts of the city, she had never spoken again. No matter how much he pressured or cajoled her, she would just nod or shake her head, without uttering a single word.
‘Could she have hurt herself somewhere?’ Xia Huai Zhi asked the doctor who was treating her wounds. The doctor just shook his head in confusion: ‘There is no damage to the vocal cords, so this shouldn’t be the case…’
Before he could finish his sentence, Xia Huai Zhi kicked him out of the way. Quack doctor!
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. After several attacks, perhaps it was really destined that he would lose to Nangong Ao? Xia Huaizhi thought this way, hugging the person in his arms. After years of hiding, everything will fade away. He looked down at the person in his arms and didn’t expect that in the end, it was you who stayed by my side.
The rough fingertips stroked the terrified face of Li’er. If that could still be called a face, Xia Huaizhi suddenly felt a little sad. This person had been loved and coveted by almost every man who had toyed with her, but had anyone truly loved her?
He stroked her lips, and she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him. It’s good, it’s actually forgotten, it’s good. The person in his arms was no longer human, her expression still clenched, her gaze still clear, but would the wounds that remained on her body and in her heart just be forgotten together like that?
Li’er, when you were alone at midnight, huddled at the foot of the bed, bearing your pain, did you hate? The person who had loved you deeply, I’m afraid you no longer remember, either.
That night, Xia Huai Zhi held her as they watched the moon. The frogs and insects were chirping, and the world suddenly became very quiet. She huddled obediently in his arms. His pale shirt glowed faintly in the moonlight. She obediently let him hold her, turned her shocked face away, and looked at the full moon.
The moonlight shimmered around the light mist. Suddenly, she reached out her hand to touch the hazy moonlight. Then the bright moonlight passed through her hand, and a faint smile appeared on her face of unusual fear. The moonlight refracted in her bright eyes, like the smile of a baby at its first sight of the world, clear and pure.
Xia Huai lowered his head and gently pressed his face against her indistinct face. That low temperature, together with the soft moonlight, was forever imprinted on his heart.
He gently took her cold hand in his arms, and she looked up at him, then quickly looked away. Her timid expression made Xia Huai Zhi’s lips curve up unconsciously, and he hugged her tightly and said, ‘Let’s go back to sleep.’
He carried her horizontally into the room, and her gaze was fixed on the moonlight in the courtyard.
Xia Huai Zhi knew her well. At the beginning, it was Nangong Ao who made her offer her blood to Ji Chongsheng, wasn’t it? When he thought about it, it seemed like a very distant thing.
He gently kissed her body, which was gradually cooling. She seemed to shrink into his arms out of fear of the cold, and the mottled scars on her delicate body were like those of a small animal. She could forgive all the mistakes in the world, but after exhausting everything, this person with ice-cold skin and jade bones was gradually becoming colder and colder. Who will save her?
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Text Chapter 32: How many times has the sun set (1)
Chapter 32: The Setting Sun (Part 1)
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Opposite each other, Xia Huai looked at the glorious figure in the centre of the crowd, shouting into the sky, just as he had done when he single-handedly defeated the Azure Dragon Sect. The similar scene made him think of two words: destiny.
Nangong Ao was also looking at him. When their eyes met, he tried his best to ignore the woman in the white veil leaning against Xia Huai.
In the chaos, the remnants of the Demon Sect were being eliminated in groups, and Xia Huaizhi wrapped one arm around Li’er, looking indifferent.
Nangong Ao frowned. If in the end he had to use this corpse demon to fight back…
‘Be careful of Li’er!’ Nangong Ao spoke in secret to You Bai, who looked at the person in the white veil and remained silent for a long time before saying, ‘Use fire?’
After a moment’s pause, Nangong Ao nodded slightly.
The white and black figures interweaved like drifting clouds, fighting fiercely, attacking without defending. The long, slender hands beneath the black clothes were holding the Ice Silkworm Flaming Blade, the blue light of which was blooming. Xia Huai’s heart drew a bitter smile, for he had taught these hands the sword-holding posture.
Li’er stood in the arena, dazed, her watery gaze making You Bai hesitate to strike. You Bai suddenly felt like laughing, for he had never thought that he would become so timid.
‘My lord, is this really necessary?‘ A voice from the crowd asked hesitantly.
’Do you want me to repeat myself?‘
’Yes.”
A flash of lightening-fast swordplay, a crisp sound, Xia Huai’s sword suddenly exploded, and Nangong Ao’s short blade had already sunk into his throat. He immediately jumped back, but there was an imperceptible fine powder falling from the top of his head.
He waved his sleeve to block most of the poisonous smoke, then retreated to Li’s side. The poison was very strong, and as it invaded his bloodstream, he suddenly felt like laughing. At this time, apart from this corpse demon, he didn’t know who to trust.
Turning around, his blurred senses met those pure, watery eyes. Nangong Ao took her waist in one hand, and she lowered her head under the white veil, obediently letting him hold her.
Without even explaining to You Bai, he left with her in full view of the crowd, the poison tearing at his body inch by inch, leaving him unable to put up any resistance. After they had turned the mountain, he finally could no longer hold on. A moment of weightlessness, and Li’er let out a cry as the two of them fell into each other’s arms and rolled through the bushes, straight down into the deep valley.
When Nangong Ao woke up, it was already dusk. After a brief breath of air, his heart immediately felt blood surging. The poison was very strong, but it had never invaded his heart.
‘Li’er.’ There was a sound outside the cave, and Nangong Ao instinctively called out that name, which he himself found ridiculous. Sure enough, in the light of the setting sun, the man had already carried in a pile of wild fruits, looking at him as he woke up with a warm expression in his eyes.
She leaned over and handed him a red fruit. Nangong Ao looked at the hand that held it. The bright red fruit stood out vividly against the hand, making the scars on it look even more mottled and terrifying. He gently took the hand in his own, and the owner of the hand looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Reaching out to remove the white veil, Li Er shrank back in fear. The face beneath the veil, if it could still be called a face… Nangong Ao tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes, not seeing the radiance in those eyes slowly fade as they met his gaze.
Without a sound, she replaced the veil and signalled to him: I’ll go draw some water. Then she turned around and stumbled out of the room.
Nangong Ao’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. At that moment, he really wanted to hug her and tell her that he didn’t care what she became. But his heart was wounded, and the pain of the ice silkworm and the fire made him unable to speak. He forced himself to suppress the poison in his body and forced himself not to think about her. So that evening, she was alone outside the valley, touching her face.
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Text Chapter 33: The Setting Sun (Part 2)
Chapter 33: The Setting Sun (Part 2)
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During the night, when the excruciating pain struck, Nangong Ao was unconscious. Just as when a body is burning in a fire, a cool liquid slowly moistened his mouth and ran to his heart. Nangong Ao opened his eyes slightly, and Li Er fed the bright red liquid into his mouth.
The night in the valley was eerily quiet, and the only thing that was warm was the person next to him. Nangong Ao raised his hand and gently stroked her face. She lowered her head shyly. Even though her face was disfigured, the tenderness of that lowering of the head surpassed all the beauty in the world.
Nangong Ao reached out and gathered her in his arms. Her eyes showed a pale blue in the hazy moonlight. At that moment, when their skin was touching, Nangong Ao suddenly wanted to stay like that, in an eternal pose.
The days in the valley were surprisingly leisurely and quiet. The people of the Nangong family should have been looking for her everywhere by now, shouldn’t they? Nangong Ao embraced the person in his arms and watched her curiously as she nodded at the colourful butterflies in the flowers. His chin rested in her hair as he closed his eyes slightly. The poison of the heptastar begonia was incurable, so was it true that he only had seven days left?
At night, the poison still struck at the same time. Li was worriedly watching Nangong Ao, so he smiled, took the slender figure in his arms, pulled her clothes open, and nibbled on her pink neck.
How long had it been since he had touched her? Nangong Ao could no longer hold back his senses. The pain tore through his body inch by inch, mingling with lust. He went crazy, entering her body, painfully, joyfully, jerking slowly. Her eyes were pure and hazy, like watercolours. Nangong Ao kissed her lips with a faint smile, his sweat dripping down her cheeks like washing water.
‘Let’s go, I’ll show you the sunrise.’ Nangong Ao patted Li’er on the cheek, and she tilted her head as she was wont to do.
She obediently let Nangong Ao take her hand and sat down on a protruding rock, quietly watching the red light slowly splash over the mountains.
Nangong Ao let her lean against his chest. The mountain breeze blew her long hair in wisps. Her fingertips habitually played with the tips of her hair. She quietly let Nangong Ao hold her, his white clothes fluttering as he gently tapped his black robe, so even the wind became gentle.
In the morning, they watched the grass grow and the birds fly, and in the evening, they listened to the mermaids sing. Time passed quickly in the mountains. As the sun rose higher and the golden light shone, Li reached out her hand to catch the rays of sunlight, a faint smile blooming on her face.
Nangong Ao held her hand and called out, ‘Li?’
She turned her head and smiled as she held his hand. Nangong Ao stroked her hair lightly and said, ‘Speak.’
Her lips parted slightly, and she said in a low, difficult voice, ‘Nangong… Ao.’
Nangong Ao smiled faintly, picked a branch, and held her hand. ‘Do you know how to write it?’ Li Er shook her head. He leaned in her ear and said, ‘Then I’ll teach you.’
After they got off the rock, in the soft valley, the three characters ‘Nangong Ao’ were written with a carefree flourish. Li Er awkwardly took the branch and followed the vigorous strokes, imitating the three characters stroke by stroke. So in the valley, there was a large area of Nangong Ao, Nangong Ao, Nangong Ao. Only the vigorous strokes concealed the crooked handwriting.
The people from the Nangong family finally found their way here. On the sixth day, Nangong Ao was no longer able to maintain his composure, but he still comforted the people around him, saying, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’
He held her hand tightly, and the message he had sent to You Bai via carrier pigeon should have already arrived by now, right? This boy has always been ruthless, but he has also truly loved Li’er. Perhaps, her happiness depends on him.
The old lady Nangong saw this scene when she entered the cave. The tightly clasped hands looked very much like a parting for life. She remembered a long time ago, that man…had also had tenderness.
Nangong Yan stepped forward, and Li’er looked up at him. The mottled scars made him feel uneasy, but the purity in her eyes eased the fear. He smiled slightly at Li’er, ‘Let me see him.’
As soon as his hand touched the pulse point, Nangong Yan’s face also changed: ‘Seven Star Begonia!’
Everyone was silent. Everyone knew what kind of poison it was.
Holding Nangong Ao out of the valley and into the carriage, Nangong Yan said to the overwhelmed Li’er, ‘Together.’ Traveling all the way, Nangong Yan sent a message to Shaolin.
Nangong Mansion.
Master Xixin has been waiting for a long time.
Inside the secret room, the three sat facing each other.
‘Amitabha. Master Nangong, there is no cure for the Seven Star Begonia, but…”
When the old lady Nangong entered the room, Li’er was sitting by Nangong Ao’s bed, carefully wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. She looked at the frail back from afar, and her heart ached for no reason, and she pursed her lips.
‘Only your blood can save Ao’er from the poison. Your blood can protect him from all poisons. Li’er, you are the only one who can save Ao’er. Are you willing?’ Her voice was very soft. This time, she did not hide it. The corpse demon, even without blood, will still be alive, but Ao’er…
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正文 第三十四章 青丝白发
Chapter 34: Green Hair and White Hair
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The white and translucent wrists slowly reached out, and Master Xixin sighed softly.
Bright red blood rushed into Nangong Ao’s body at a rapid pace, driven by Nangong Yange’s power. Everyone around them watched Nangong Ao intently, but no one noticed that she had lowered her head, her eyebrows heavy with tears.
As the blood drained away and her strength increased, the person in front of her slowly turned from black to white, and finally had a head full of silver hair, but there was no expression on her face. She just quietly watched the sleeping person, suddenly feeling cold, so cold.
‘Ling’er, take Miss down to rest,’ said Madam Nangong, sitting by Nangong Ao’s bed, without even moving her gaze, to the maid behind her.
Lier returned to the Pear Blossom Villa. But it was cold. Why was it so cold? She looked around in confusion. Linger lit a candle. When she turned around, she saw the usually obedient person covering her face with her hands. Her silver hair, blue eyes, and purple lips were indescribably strange and terrifying.
She should have screamed, but meeting those eyes was like looking into the eye of a sea monster, a gaze that made her want to sink, to drown, never to rise again.
She walked towards her, her blue eyes shining with a dazzling, frightening radiance, a kind of dazzling, bewitching beauty that lured people to their doom.
She bit her neck, and the chill only faded when the warm liquid flowed into her hands and into her heart. Holding the small girl in her arms, she licked her lips with unquenchable desire until the last drop of blood had drained from her.
Nangong Aotian arrived at the Pear Blossom Villa before dawn. She slept very quietly, still holding the cold corpse in her arms, her silver hair lonely as snow. She immediately opened her eyes when she was slightly approached, alertly surveying her surroundings. When she saw Nangong Ao, a faint warmth spread in her blue eyes. She stretched out her hands coquettishly, and Nangong Ao pulled the cold corpse from her arms and gently embraced her.
As if she had found the warmth she wanted, she desperately squeezed into Nangong Ao’s embrace, and the warmth slowly rose in her slightly cool body. Nangong Ao did not sleep. He turned his head and looked at the peaceful and contented Ling’er under the bed, and a heavy sense of unease welled up in his heart.
After that, everyone became aware of this change. The pear blossoms in the Pear Blossom Villa never bloomed again. Even in the midsummer heat of June, the villa was always cool and comfortable.
She stopped eating, and Nangong Ao first didn’t care, but then he forced her to eat, and she threw up everything she ate. Those who served her died one after the other, her memory became worse and worse, and she became more and more unable to tolerate hunger. Sometimes, she even attacked the people around her in front of Nangong Ao.
So only when Nangong Ao calmed her down would she be a little quieter, and she would smile meekly at him. Nangong Ao would smile back at her, and the more he smiled, the sadder he became.
At first, he often took her out to bask in the sun and feel the breeze, but gradually they had less and less time for that.
When autumn came again, no one dared enter the Pear Blossom Villa. When Nangong Ao locked her wrists and ankles with thick iron chains, she just looked down, silent and still, but cold liquid was dripping onto the cold chains.
After that, she rarely spoke again. Like a puppy on a leash, she would only flash a gleam of joy in her blue eyes when Nangong Ao took her out.
And so an autumn passed.
Late one night, Nangong Ao suddenly woke up from a dream. In the dream, she was crying, and the tears just wouldn’t stop falling. So he couldn’t sleep anymore, and he went to the Pear Blossom Villa in the moonlight.
In the room, she was huddled in the corner of the bed, staring sadly at the moonlight outside the window. That silent posture suddenly caused a sharp pain in Nangong Ao’s heart.
She turned her head and watched as he approached, stroked her jade-like cheek, and then looked at the iron shackles on her wrists. Although Nangong Ao had let them go a long time ago, the shackles had become covered in scabs from being worn for so long, and they were worn and torn.
Nangong Ao stroked her wrists and turned his head away.
‘Li’er, I’ve thought about this for a long time, and I’m going to set you free,’ he said, stroking her silver hair. His voice was choked with emotion. ‘Go back to your world.’
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He leaned down and released the shackles between her hands and feet, but the unease in her eyes only grew.
Nangong Ao carried her onto the horse, and she let him hold her, her eyes full of joy. She even looked up and touched Nangong Ao’s lips lightly. Nangong Ao kissed her back forcefully, and as they kissed, the world blurred.
After half a month of travelling at a fast pace, she became increasingly restless, her blue eyes full of doubt as she clutched his arm. Nangong Ao stroked her hair, and the golden sunlight caressed her head of white hair. The radiance could not dispel the desolate loneliness.
When the sea of purple mist trees was close at hand, Nangong Ao could only feel his vision blurring. But he did not cry. He patted her face and smiled, ‘Do you remember this place?’
Li looked at the purple mist and sunlight, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion. She grabbed Nangong Ao’s sleeve and looked up at his face in his arms. Nangong Ao carried her off the horse and, after many years, stepped into the purple mist again. The pear blossoms were still in bloom, and it seemed like only yesterday that they had been together.
She looked around with curiosity, her white hair like frost, concealing her outline, and her white clothes like snow, looking like an elf dancing in the wind in the sunlight, graceful and ethereal.
That night, the moon was full.
Nangong Ao held her in his arms in front of the hut in the forest, having prepared all the spare items. He held her and let the moonlight fall quietly on the two of them, leaving deep and shallow shadows.
His rough hands stroked her face, where black wounds had festered and grown pink and tender flesh. She looked up at Nangong Ao, and the look in her eyes at that moment pierced his heart like a needle.
She looked at him for a long, long time, then slowly reached out her hand. Her cold fingertips gently, gently skimmed his contours. Nangong Ao also fell silent. After a long while, she spoke, her voice hoarse and difficult to continue: ‘You, are you leaving?’
Nangong Ao just gently let go of her hand, got up in the moonlight, and stood with his arms folded: ‘Stay here.’
Those were four very simple words, spoken very quickly, and he walked quickly away. He suddenly felt very scared. Perhaps the person behind him only needed one word, one look, or one gesture to make him lose his mind completely.
She stood quietly in the same place, looking at his back in the moonlight. After a long time, she reached out her hand and called out softly, ‘Nangong Ao.’
The voice was clearly very low, but the hasty footsteps still stopped. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to take a step forward. Suddenly, he turned around and embraced the weakened figure in the moonlight. Nangong Ao buried himself in her arms, and something, drop by drop, wet his lapel.
That night, the two embraced and fell asleep, as Nangong Ao looked out the window at the moonlight streaming in. It was late at night. He gently let go of the person in his arms, slowly got up, straightened his clothes, and gently walked out of the hut. His footsteps grew faster and faster, and finally he almost flew out of the purple misty tree sea, without noticing the figure leaning against the pear tree in front of the hut, standing alone.
She just stood there, her white hair fluttering in the moonlight, her blue eyes reflecting the moonlight, also cold, bone-chillingly cold.
Until the moon’s shadow slanted to the west, she still looked blankly in that direction, as if waiting for that fleeting figure to return once more.
Nan Gong Ao almost fled from the purple misty sea of trees, his arms still warm from Yu’s embrace. Despite the clear night air, the person who had been walking quickly at night could not help but look back at the forest. After standing there for a long time, his heart finally became numb, and the pain slowly stopped.
So the person under the tree stood until dawn, but on this day, there was no sunlight in the sea of purple mist. The pattering rain washed away the entire sea of fog, and the golden light would never shine in again.
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Main Text Chapter 35 The Legend of the Corpse Demon (2)
Chapter 35 The Legend of the Corpse Demon (2)
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The town of White Eyebrows was haunted, and it was two years later.
At that time, Nangong Ao was playing chess with Master Xixin in the study. His black robe set off his upright figure, and he truly looked like a picture. The permanent frown lines on his sword-shaped eyebrows outlined a touch of melancholy in his coldness, and the air of a mature man was enough to make women in the palace drunk with love.
When he heard the news, he did not look up, but whispered, ‘You Bai, go to Baimei Town with Lord Zichen.’
You Bai only said yes. At that time, everyone thought that the villagers had been deceived by a swindler. After all, there are con artists everywhere. It was only when he heard Zichen’s account that he slowly frowned.
The imperial court had already sent out four groups of people, four groups of first-class constables to a small town.
You Bai suddenly thought that they should have brought more things, at least a Taoist priest or something. This thought became even stronger when he arrived in Baiwei Town.
It was an ordinary town, with the same streets, houses, stalls, and abandoned temples. However, there was no one there.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but even the sunlight is no longer so bright and warm.
You Bai and the five people from Zichen searched the entire village, and although money and goods were all there, they could only see scratches on the walls that had obviously been scratched furiously, and in between them were purple bloodstains.
‘When we last reported back, there were only two villages, but now…’ Zichen’s words were like a heavy blow to everyone.
“Where was it first?’
Zichen took Youbai to the original village, which had obviously been abandoned for a long time. The houses stood quietly in the sunset, looking indescribably eerie.
Youbai looked around the village and finally fixed his gaze on one place. He leaned down and rubbed his finger against it, solemnly saying, ‘Brain matter.’
Zichen looked at it for a moment and then said with certainty, ‘Hmm. Is this…human brain?’
You Bai looked at the frightened faces of the others and remained calm. ‘Let’s split up and look again.’
The group dispersed. He folded his arms and slowly paced back and forth in the room, slowly pacing to the village entrance, slowly pacing out of the village, and slowly disappearing. Zichen believed to the end that this person had found some clue and had met with foul play.
You Bai was not stupid. He immediately returned to the Nangong family to get help. However, the people who stayed behind were wrongfully killed by him.
The sun gradually set, and the night was dark. Zichen looked at the deserted village. It was so peaceful. What had happened?
When a rustling sound broke out, the six people were eating dried food. The creepy sound came from underground and slowly approached. Zichen drew his sword, and the six people watched the door alertly together.
Although they were actually psychologically prepared, when the group of people with cold green eyes, corrupt faces, and disfigured appearances came out in front of them, all six people felt their livers and gallbladders burst.
Their feeble resistance was quickly washed away like a tide. When the hoarse-voiced creature bit into their throats, Zichen suddenly looked out the door. In the moonlight, it was dressed in a red robe, glowing like blood. The distance was too far to see its face clearly, only a head of white hair, spreading out in the night wind, lonely as snow.
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Chapter 36: The Legend of the Corpse Demon (3)
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It was almost noon when You Bai brought Master Xixin over.
Xixin did not enter the village, but walked slowly towards the back of it.
‘Master, is there something wrong?’ Ziqing’s face was grave. After all, his younger brother might be somewhere, waiting for him to rescue him.
‘Amitabha. All phenomena are empty, and there is only cause and effect,’ Xixin muttered. The mountain path ahead was rugged, and the heavy purple mist was so dense that it blocked out the sky.
So You Bai also stopped. “Master, I’ll go and find out.”
He only left a few simple words and disappeared. Ziqing snorted. He had absolutely no good impression of this person. This time, he was so eager to go, I’m afraid he’s just using it as an excuse to escape!
But You Bai did not flee. He walked along the dark and damp forest path. Outside, the sun shone brightly, but inside the forest the sound of rain pattered. Each step raised a cloud of mud, and the mud was red, a glaring red. The scattered footsteps felt like they were stepping on his own heart.
The woods, which had reversed the Qimen Bagua formation, could not hold someone like him. After a long time, his eyes adapted to the darkness. Then the numerous skeletons on the ground came into view. The bodies lying on the ground were clearly faded in colour, but the scary thing was that they did not rot. There was not a trace of a strange smell in the entire forest, just a sense of gloom and a very, very cold feeling.
The rain falling on his body was also red, so the whole world slowly turned red.
In the sparse clearing of the dense forest, he finally saw the person. Half leaning against a pear branch, her red clothes were so red that they stung his eyes and his heart. Her hair was white, however, a white that came from a life that had dried up. It draped over her red clothes, making the scene even more desolate.
On such a dark night, she was half leaning against a pear branch, her blue eyes glowing with a cold light. You Bai’s eyesight had always been very good, but this time, he suddenly wondered why his own eyesight was so good.
Walking slowly over, she just looked at the dense forest above the sky, silent and quiet, but by no means obedient! Slowly turning her head, her blue eyes gazed at the person slowly approaching, her purple lips lightly curled, revealing a smile. But her gaze was bloodthirsty like a wolf, the gaze of a beast seeking food.
The scabs on that face had fallen off, and now it was surprisingly smooth and delicate. The fangs at the side of her purple lips were slightly curled out, shining at the side of her lips, looking damningly seductive.
You Bai stopped in his tracks. She twisted her white wrist holding a branch of pear, densely inscribed with symbols. What was it? A spell? He frowned slightly, and hurriedly walked over.
The person on the pear tree slowly spread a smile, her blue eyes like water. With just a glance, she exuded charm. The mark of the Manjushri on her forehead bloomed in the darkness, blazing and frantic.
Without even moving, she just quietly watched You Bai walk over, dressed in red with white hair, blue eyes and purple lips, like an eerie summons.
When You Bai almost reached out to touch her, a loud Buddhist chant behind him sounded like a heavy blow, waking the confused person up. You Bai looked in horror at the person almost in front of him, and a hand behind him grabbed him back.
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Text Chapter 37: A Stranger to the End of the World, I Am Your Sidekick (Part 1)
Chapter 37: A Stranger to the End of the World, I Am Your Sidekick (Part 1)
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They stared at each other coldly, so quiet that it felt as if their hearts had been squeezed in one hand. The red rain from the purple mist tree sea fell, chilling everyone’s hearts.
‘Don’t look her in the eyes,’ Xixin whispered. The person opposite him slowly got up from the tree branch quietly. Her blue eyes were like water, sliding over everyone’s faces, her slightly hooked fangs gleaming in the night. Such a gaze was as if all she saw was food, just food.
The cold of the forest penetrated everyone’s hearts, and what was even more terrifying were the corpses strewn across the ground. The people behind him had participated in the fire on the outskirts of the city, but it was hard to believe. The corpse demon was truly an ominous creature.
The person on the branch only slightly moved his white wrists, and the bodies sleeping on the ground slowly began to stand up. There was a flurry of panic in the crowd, and Shi Xinyi moved his heart mind, shouting, ‘Hurry up and go!’
The resounding Buddhist chant restrained the summoning, but only temporarily. The corpse demon on the branch gave a meaningless smile, and the blue light in its eyes grew stronger. Fresh red blood snaked down the corner of Xixin’s mouth.
The temperature in the forest suddenly dropped again, so the person in the tree crossed her arms over her chest. She was still afraid of the cold. But if there was no warmth, why be afraid of the cold?
The corpses on the ground finally all stood up. Their blue eyes were vacant, their movements stiff and mechanical but strange. As they slowly approached, the crowd drew their swords and slashed at the corpses, as if cutting through rotten wood.
She just stood there, slowly surveying the crowd, so that finally someone in the crowd walked over dazedly. Shi Xin tried his best to stop him, but the odds were gradually becoming apparent.
There was blood, severed limbs and the living dead all over the place. It was a living hell in the red rain of the purple mist and the sea of trees.
She stood far away on a pear branch, her pale arms looking like they were made of snow in her resplendent red attire. She slowly descended to the ground, like a fairy who had mistakenly fallen to earth in the red rain. She took the hand that had reached out in confusion, her fangs sinking into the throbbing neck, and blood trickled down her collar.
‘Li’er!‘ You Bai murmured, but the man ignored her, as if her name was not hers.
’You Bai, take them away!’ Xixin’s voice came from behind him. You Bai turned his head, and despite the darkness, Xixin could still see the light shining in his eyes.
‘She has forgotten. Even her name…has been forgotten.‘ These words seemed to be addressed to Xixin, as well as to himself. The red clothes, the pale long hair, no longer could one see the weak and feeble Li’er from the past. That was a corpse demon, a corpse demon.
’Take them away!’ Xixin said anxiously, almost shaking him. You Bai turned around and realised that most of the companions who had been standing behind him had already turned into living corpses and were attacking their own people.
Yubai was stunned for only a second, and already, with one hand carrying the injured Xixin, he leapt out of the crowd. After using several of his companions to block the attacks, he made several jumps and dodged the living corpse siege.
Ignoring the struggle of the letter of release in his hands, he turned around and looked at that figure again. Her fingertips were long and extended into a skull, with red and white brain matter stuck to them. And in that person’s eyes was the simple joy of hunting, still as pure as clear water.
Outside the forest of purple mist trees, Xixin was furious: ‘You, Master You Bai, actually left so many people behind for me!’
You Bai has always been smooth and measured, especially in the presence of these bigwigs, but this time, the corner of his mouth seemed to mock, ‘I only save people who are useful.’
Shi Xin was silent. The sounds of killing and screams in the forest gradually faded away, but the sunshine outside the forest was bright, and the dappled light jumped at his fingertips.
You Bai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said coldly, ‘Nangong Ao has a way.’
Shi Xin watched him walk away, as if he were running away from something. You Bai’s light skills have always been good, but this time there is something heavy in his heart.
The Nangong family.
Nangong Ao is still dressed in black, with a calm and composed air about him, making it hard to think of the kind of passionate rage he had back then. It’s just that the corpse demon called Li’er has become a taboo for the entire Nangong family. He is not allowed to set foot in the Pear Blossom Villa, and he personally tidies up every single thing there, from the trees and plants to the tables and chairs, no matter how busy he is.
Seeing the gradual expansion of the Nangong family’s influence, people came to propose marriage one after the other, but the old lady of the Nangong family did not dare to mention it to her son. Everyone in the house felt that he might be hiding it in his heart. Until the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, Zhu’er in the courtyard suddenly asked, ‘Should someone be sent to…go see the young lady?’
Everyone in the room changed colour, and the old lady of the Nangong family was about to scold when she saw Nangong Ao smiling faintly and take Zhu’er into his arms. That was the first time since the corpse demon left that he had asked a woman to stay the night.
Since then, in the Nangong family, Zhuer became the young master’s new favourite. Nangong Ao doted on her even more than he had on Li before, except that Nangong Yan once said to the old lady, ‘It’s not like a lover.’
The old lady was happy, although she felt bad for Li, but she was unwilling to trade her only son for this guilt.
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Main Text Chapter 38 A Stranger in a Strange Land, I’m Your Sidekick (2)
Chapter 38: A Stranger in a Strange Land, I Am Your Sidekick (Part 2)
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When You Bai returned to the Nangong mansion, Shi Xin had already arrived. A few people from the forest, highly skilled in martial arts, ran out, but they were covered in wounds and looked like nothing human.
Nangong Ao’s hand stopped on the pear blossoms in the courtyard, and he turned to Shi Xin and repeated, ‘A sea of purple mist?’
You Bai didn’t say anything, just nodded.
Nangong Ao’s gaze continued to rest on the white pear blossoms, which he had told himself he had forgotten over the years. But when the past was brought up again, it still hurt.
A martial arts notice was widely circulated in the name of Master Xixin. That night, Nangong Ao stayed alone in the Pear Blossom Retreat. The flowers in the courtyard were blooming wildly and passionately, but they were filled with the loneliness of no one to admire them.
Nangong Yan walked in under the moonlight. Nangong Ao did not turn around. In the past, he would never have let anyone walk into this place.
Nangong Yan suddenly realised that something was wrong. When he approached, he could see that his face had turned pale, and blood was pouring from the corner of his lips. However, he was holding his chest with one hand, and was biting his teeth and not speaking.
Nangong Yan placed his hand on Nangong Ao’s vest. Before he could channel his energy into it, a counterattack came, forcing him to withdraw his hand immediately.
‘Ice Silkworm, Flaming Fire!’ He read the words in shock. This power was truly overbearing. Nangong Yan pulled Nangong Ao and sat down on the small stone bench under the tree. Nangong Ao held the pot and poured several cups of wine down his throat without regard, until he coughed up the choke.
‘Don’t think about it anymore! Regulate your breathing!‘ Nangong Yan said sternly. If the ice silkworm and the fiery flame are cultivated to a certain level, one must never let emotions get the better of them, or else the blood will flow backwards and one will feel as if they are being tortured.
Nangong Ao was still coughing violently, but as he coughed, he laughed.
’My dear, why do this to yourself?‘ The old lady Nangong had been standing in the doorway for a long time. Her voice sounded like a sigh.
’Isn’t this what you all want?’ Nangong Ao poured another glass of wine and said coldly. The old lady of the Nangong family fell silent, and her gaze fell on Nangong Yan, who was also looking at her. The former spoiled young lady was now gradually losing her charm. And the once passionate young man was now in his twilight years. It is sometimes hard to say who is wrong in a relationship.
‘Go out,’ Nangong Ao said coldly, waving his sleeve. Nangong Yan let out a sigh and, when he went out, he took the old lady of the Nangong family with him.
Half a month later, after the martial arts conference had discussed the results, Nangong Yan listed a detailed plan, and all the martial arts schools had no objections and unanimously agreed to obey Nangong’s arrangements.
He had arranged people in several nearby villages, and they were ready. Nangong Yan nodded to Nangong Ao.
Nangong Ao turned and walked out of the village. At the entrance, You Bai called out to him, stammering a little, ‘Ao! She’s not the same person as before.’
Nangong Ao did not even pause for a moment.
The purple mist sea of trees was right in front of him, but Nangong Ao stood outside the forest for a long, long time. He stepped into the forest on the ground full of dead branches. The midday sun was hidden by the shadows of the forest, and the red rain in the forest fell on his black clothes, seeping into his pores little by little.
The sound of footsteps startled her. Leaning against the pear tree, she opened her blue eyes and watched him walk over quietly.
The gaze they exchanged made the passing of time seem indifferent. Nangong Ao suddenly felt as if their parting on the moonlit night had been just a dream. He had turned back halfway through their parting, and she was still waiting under the tree?
The light in her blue eyes made Nangong Ao’s heart, which had long since cooled, begin to stir again. However, the remains of the bodies scattered on the ground let Nangong Ao know that it was not a dream.
In the red rain, he called softly, ‘Li’er?’
The person under the tree still pretended not to hear, but slowly stood up.
Her gaze followed him as he slowly approached, a sweet smile spreading across her exquisite lips. If the gaze of clear water contained some warmth, she slowly reached out her hands to him. Nangong Ao endured the sharp pain in his chest and slowly approached her with a gentle smile.
He suddenly thought, if time could be turned back and he hadn’t left that night, would the ending be different?
Their hands met, one rough and broad, the other delicate but cold. She looked up at him, so Nangong Ao smiled and stroked her white hair lightly, the sharp pain in his chest not showing on his face in the slightest.
Almost before she could react, her lips were on Nangong Ao’s, and the sharpness in her eyes had disappeared, as if they were a shallow lake. She reached out to hug him almost stiffly, and Nangong Ao felt only the coldness seep into his bones, but he gently released the hand holding the ice silkworm and flaming blade.
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Text Chapter 39: A Stranger to the End of the World, I’m Your Sidekick (3)
Chapter 39: A Stranger to the End of the World, I’m Your Sidekick (3)
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His tongue felt numb, but Nangong Ao’s blood was still boiling. He turned her around and took her in his arms. He couldn’t go on like this anymore, or he might not be able to resist and take her here.
He gently held her as they walked away from the forest. As the sky brightened, those ice-blue eyes of hers surpassed the brilliance of the sun. Her small hands held onto the black clothes on the side of Nangong Ao’s waist. She buried her head in his arms to avoid the blinding light.
She had always liked the feeling of the sun shining on her body, but at the moment, she only felt burning heat. With her eyes slightly closed, she looked at Nangong Ao. His cold and stern face was blurred in the heavy halo of light, so she broke into a sweet smile.
That smile was really sweet, so sweet that he didn’t dare to look down.
From the purple misty sea of trees to Yuezhuang, the road was rugged and difficult. Nangong Ao insisted on holding her. The rocky path was occasionally interrupted by the chirping of birds. The person in his arms breathed lightly. The wind blew through the mountain stream. Suddenly, he wished that the road in front of him would never end.
But what in this world does not have an end?
In the open fields of Yuezhuang, he gently placed her on the ground. The sunlight against her red outfit was dazzling, giving people a sense of awe.
She didn’t say a word, just gazed into his eyes, then slowly lowered her head. The light in her eyes gradually faded, and the hand she held tightly at his waist slowly loosened. Her white hair was desolate like snow, covering her face.
Biting her lip, he pulled away, and her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, so that the last strand of white hair slipped from the palm of her hand. From then on, this bitterness was broken, and all entanglements were severed.
With the activation of the formation, the mantra to subdue the demon appeared from the octagonal ink lines. The figure in red and white hair just stood quietly, her gaze like water, searching through the crowd.
The black ink lines wrapped around the resplendent red outfit, and the gaze of the crowd was terrifying. Eight people from eight directions tightened the ink lines of unknown material. In everyone’s heart, this was a corpse demon, a corpse demon that would drink human blood and eat human brains. If it escaped, it would once again leave a trail of corpses and rivers of blood.
Her ice-blue eyes were confused. Among the intertwined ink threads, she slowly reached out her hands to the black figure. When the pungent kerosene poured down and soaked the red outfit, the blue light cut through everyone present like sharp shards.
A beast-like low growl came from her throat. With a quick movement of her hands, the eight ink threads intertwined. The blazing torch fell. In just a moment, the eight people seemed to rise into the air and fall into the sky full of fire. In the firelight, her red clothes shimmered like blood. She stood above the tongues of fire, and her aura, which should have been terrifying, was instead sad and fearful.
She glanced back at him, her gaze as bleak as a rain-lashed curtain. Her fangs were slightly curled at the corners of her lips, and the fire below her grew more and more intense. She just stared at Nangong Ao, and the wind stirred her red clothes in a strange way.
Nangong Yan could no longer hold back, and lunged at her with his sword. The sword’s wind, which was about to strike her vital points, was completely blocked by a wave of her hand. Then came the killing. Countless people fell into the flames. She slowly removed the obstacles and walked towards Nangong Ao.
So, he finally looked up at her. The ice silkworm and flaming blade were in his hands, and they were also blue. The blue thin blade was so cold that it froze time.
The intense fight was frozen in time. The thin blade pierced her chest. There was no blood. Her sharp fingernails grasped his holding hand. They stared at each other so closely, their gazes like knives, cutting through the nights and days of their togetherness. Her long, pale hair looked like snow on her red outfit, making her look so lonely and forlorn.
She slowly reached out and touched the cold contours of his face. Nangong Ao closed his eyes and let her hands glide over his face. The world fell silent.
‘Nangong… Ao,’ she whispered in his ear, her fangs slightly exposed, almost like a smile. She bowed her head slightly, and her pale wrists hung limply in the flames. Something flashed through the white hair, and Nangong Ao reflexively reached out, and the drop of ice-blue water fell into the palm of his hand.
Something in my heart also felt a burning pain. We had clearly agreed to just forget about it, but I still couldn’t help but hold that hand. The ice worm and the fire worm were eating away at my heart, and the pain was so intense that I forgot how to let go.
The tears in the palm of my hand were still painful. The red sleeve slipped down, and the three characters Nangong Ao were densely written on her jade-like skin like a charm. Those shocking carved marks were carved into her body, and from then on, they were also carved bloody into his heart.
The difficult call still rings in her ears. After three years of waiting, she has forgotten herself, forgotten the language, and forgotten the whole world. She has just slowly and carefully memorised his name, stroke after stroke.
The blood at the corner of her mouth slides down, strand by strand, scattering in the flames. In the centre of the converging gazes, the hand finally slowly releases its grip. That red outfit, like a autumn butterfly, is extinguished in the brilliant flames.
The firelight reflected on his face, above the crowd, and Nangong Ao suddenly burst out laughing, laughing maniacally. While laughing, he covered his chest with his hand and slowly leaned forward. Somewhere in his chest, something had been aching, aching so painfully that it tore his heart apart, broke his liver and intestines, and slowly turned the pain into something cold and hard as iron.
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Main text Extra 1 Where to send your feelings, where to bloom
Extra: Where to release your feelings, where to bloom
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41. Extra: A strange gift
In the fourth year of Xuanwu, the corpse demon caused havoc, killing countless people. The government was defeated after laying siege to it, but with the help of martial artists, the demon was trapped in Yuezhuang, where it was set on fire and escaped. Fortunately, Nangong Ao of Lucheng came to the rescue and killed the enemy with his sword.
The fire killed countless people, and these are the only surviving figures.
Master Xixin has been confined to his quarters ever since.
Zhu’er has always lived in the Pear Blossom Villa. Only occasionally does she still remember the man in plain clothes like snow, brewing tea over and over again, the white smoke curling up past her face, her black hair like ink concealing a faint smile.
The young master doted on her, doting on her like a younger sister. It was a complete giving, she didn’t need to give back or respond. She noticed the way the maids looked at her, and sometimes her heart would ache, but she still smiled. She smiled as she watched him climb the social ladder by hook or by crook, as he eliminated his rivals at all costs, as he stopped drinking, even though he used to be happy without a drink, and as he guarded the thin layer of paper.
She would just gently rub his shoulders when he was tired and weary. At this time, he would close his eyes, lightly hold her hand and pull her into his arms. They were clearly embracing, clearly in each other’s arms, but the black figure, the upright posture, could not be shaken off in the candlelight.
So gradually, he became Pingyang Marquis, the golden crown of the dynasty’s marquises, making him even more mature and introverted, and crueler without saying a word. So slowly, the world even forgot the three characters Nangong Ao, only Pingyang Marquis, Pingyang Marquis.
That year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor invited him to admire the moon together. The osmanthus in the imperial garden was intoxicating, and the upright figure in black, with its indifferent and cold temperament, and its cold and stern expression, attracted the attention of countless concubines.
The young emperor looked him in the eye, and for a moment, the sharpness in his gaze startled him.
‘Pingyang,’ he called out to the person next to him, a smile creasing his face. This man’s submission will make the country strong.
‘Your Majesty,‘ the figure in black was still cool and collected, neither humble nor arrogant, standing out like a lone crane among the purple court robes of the other officials.
’I want to give you a gift,’ the emperor said, his lips curving enticingly as he waved his hand in a smile.
Nangong Ao’s expression did not change. What in the world was there that he would care about as a gift? The emperor was really very tactless, saying with a flourish as he raised his cup, ’But first you must drink with me.’
Nangong Ao looked at the amber-coloured wine in his hand and said, ‘Your Majesty, I did not ask for this gift.’
Once the words were out, the courtiers were shocked. This was blatant disobedience. However, the emperor’s eyes were even more full of appreciation. He gave a three-clap handshake, and a servant carried a golden coffin. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly sank.
“Pingyang, after you have seen it, decide whether you want to drink this cup together,’
He remained standing as straight as a spear, not even thinking about taking a look. The emperor on the throne just smiled even more proudly, ‘Nangong Ao, go take a look, you won’t be disappointed.’
The person at the bottom right of those three words was taken aback, and slowly moved towards the golden coffin. Her black eyes were bright, as if covered in a layer of tears. She slowly walked over, each step heavy, as if something was piercing her heart.
The emperor’s smile became even more playful.
When the veil on the golden coffin was lifted, the cold heart felt as if it had been painfully squeezed.
Her fingertips were like ice as she slowly reached out.
In the misty sea of purple trees, she had thrown herself into his arms with a bright smile, calling sweetly, ‘Brother…’
On Beichen Mountain, she had thrown herself into his arms in tears, saying, ‘Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much.’
In the dungeon of the Moon-Gazing Tower, she hesitated and scratched his hand ten times.
That Mid-Autumn Festival, her gaze was sad and evasive: ‘Are you here to take me away?’
‘Would you ask him to stop hitting my head? It hurts so much, and I’m afraid I won’t remember anything one day.’
‘Nangong Ao, do you like Li Er?’ Those beautiful eyes were full of hope.
‘Is there a corpse demon here?‘
’Nangong Gongzi, how about tying him up and burning him?‘
’That’s good.‘
’Save him, save him!’
He closed his eyes and dared not think anymore. Why did it take so long for them to touch when her face was clearly so close? He slowly stroked the sleeping figure in the coffin. Despite its extreme youthfulness, he knew that it was her. The manjushage flowers between her brows were blooming wildly, like a ball of fire burning in his heart. It was the pain of the body and soul, but also the deep-seated longing.
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Main text: Extra 2: If it is love, please love deeply
Extra 2: If it is love, please love deeply
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Legend has it that the prince awakened the princess with a single kiss.
As the cold tears fell on her brow, the person in the coffin slowly opened her eyes. Those eyes were pure, like the eyes of a newborn baby, and they brought innocence into the other person’s heart.
Her beautiful eyes were like water, looking into the unfathomable dark eyes in front of her. In this strange place, in front of a man she had never met before, she revealed a smile that was like a hundred flowers blooming.
She sat up in the coffin. Her gorgeous pleated princess dress further accentuated her otherworldly appearance. The imperial garden, time stood still. But she was still unaware of it, and in the moonlight, she lazily reached out her hands to him.
Nan Gong Ao, perhaps he had never been so foolish in his life.
‘Drink this with me before you continue reading.’ The voice behind him was clear, and Nangong Ao almost didn’t hesitate, turning around and taking the cup of wine, drinking it all in one go. The young emperor laughed even more teasingly, “Not afraid it’s poisoned?”
And the person no longer cared about what he was going to say next. Reaching out, he embraced the princess, who looked like a crystal doll, and turned to leave the imperial garden. In the moonlight, the tall figure slowly came to a stop, his voice low and hoarse: ’In return: the loyalty of the Marquis of Pingyang.’
‘Nangong Ao.’ The king of the imperial garden turned his back and spoke in a low, almost inaudible voice: “In the world of corpse demons, extending one’s hands means asking for help.”
Watching him go with his hands behind his back, the young emperor let a smile appear. The corpse demon’s flesh had been damaged and it would take some time to rebuild it in the gloomy place. He had been secretly searching for it for many years and was truly overjoyed to have found it.
He tightened his embrace of the person in his arms, and Nangong Ao never turned his head. The ice silkworm and the blazing fire were consuming his mind, and he tried his best to stay awake, for fear of startling the person in his arms. He sat down in the carriage with her in his arms, and she obediently and quietly nestled against him. Cold sweat rolled down her face like rain, but he kept his smile. He ran his fingertips through her long hair, and the name he had been forced to suppress, like an opened seal, came out: ‘Li’er…’
The pain in his chest was clearly etched in his bones, but he was so happy that he was afraid it was a dream. He gently embraced her in his arms. She just quietly looked at him and smiled, her green fingertips brushing away a lock of black hair from his forehead. They gazed at each other for a long time.
She let him gaze at her like this, bloodshot eyes, but she was still unaware. The expression of a faint smile concealed the seething pain in her chest. There was one thing he didn’t say: this time, he would never let go, even if he died!
The carriage continued on its way and stopped at the Pingyang Prince’s residence. The servant driving the carriage immediately realised that something was wrong when he reached the limit of his patience. When he tried to help Li’er get out of the carriage, she backed away in fear.
‘Go away!’ The shout was not loud, but it made people think of a bloodthirsty beast. He got out of the carriage very slowly, his lips set in defiance. His blood was dripping, but he still gently embraced her and slowly walked into the palace.
Trying hard to keep his footing, the cold, hard contours of his face actually brought a soft smile. This time, you won’t be able to run away. I will never let you run away again, never let you get hurt, never let you be alone in the sea of purple mist trees.
It was hard work teaching a corpse demon human habits. But Nangong Ao was happy to do it, and spent the whole day just walking with her, talking so much that sometimes she would pout and turn her head to ignore him.
He almost broke into the retreat of Master Xixin, and kept learning about the habits of the corpse demon.
The corpse demon feeds on human blood and brains. The first change required was to add fresh human blood to the food. So Nangong Ao bit his lip and fed her slowly. Gradually, she stopped resisting eating, but she got used to having him feed her. Fortunately, Nangong Ao was happy with himself.
Teaching her to write was a really difficult task. For the first time, he realised that all teachers in the world are so worthy of respect. But when she could write ‘I love you’ neatly on paper (well, forgive Junhua’s bad taste, amen.), Nangong Ao almost danced in the study, not at all like a marquis!
Lantern Festival. Holding her hand, he walked down the street, and she looked cute, ‘Brother, look at that!’
Ao smiled as he protected her as they pushed their way through the crowd. She picked out a lantern, shaped like a blue lotus flower with a red candle inside.
She followed her to the riverbank. The water was very quiet, flowing peacefully. She concentrated as she placed the lantern on the water, and then solemnly brought her soft hands together in front of her chest. ‘River God, bless Li’er and brother so that we will always be together.’
Nangong Ao smiled. She had actually finished reading the folk collection from yesterday, and she had really remembered it. Looking at the lantern drifting away with the current, he could still hear the words of the Buddhist monk: ‘The ice silkworm and the fire are extremely evil methods of cultivation, and they will harm you if you fall in love. But things will reverse themselves. If your heart is strong enough to break through this limit, you will reach another realm. There is nothing in the world that can withstand true love.’
He put his arms around her from behind and said, ‘River God, please be a witness that we will be together forever.
’When my life comes to an end
‘the angels will make me look back
’on the happiest memories
‘and I will tell them
’I remember you.’