Tears filled her eyes, full of pain and pity.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take you away,” Shi Cuiyan said, lowering her head to kiss away the tears on her eyelashes.
Seeing this, Luo Qingcheng’s face turned livid.
She stepped forward and cracked her whip with a loud snap.
“You’re not allowed to leave!”
“If you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, I will definitely take Sister Xi away!” Shi Cuiyan shielded Xi Fuhong behind her.
“Fine, I’ll grant your wish,” Luo Qingcheng said, preparing to strike.
Chen Tanghe immediately intervened, “Junior Sister! Enough of this nonsense!”
“See that? Luo Family Head, a good dog doesn’t block the way!” Shi Cuiyan took Xi Fuhong’s hand and turned to leave.
Luo Qingcheng suddenly flashed forward, her long whip ready to block Xi Fuhong.
Chen Tanghe quickly grabbed her arm from behind, knocking the weapon away.
Shi Cuiyan laughed, feeling at ease with Chen Tanghe holding Luo Qingcheng back.
But after taking just two steps, she heard a muffled groan from Chen Tanghe.
Turning back, she saw the whip had lashed across her thigh, leaving a deep wound.
“Damn it!” Shi Cuiyan muttered, biting her lip in pain.
Seeing this, Xi Fuhong immediately crouched down.
Watching the blood continuously flow and soak her clothes, she removed her outer garment to wrap the large wound.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, tears falling like raindrops, filled with guilt and fear.
Luo Qingcheng wouldn’t let her go, and indeed, she couldn’t let her go.
Even if it meant hurting Shi Cuiyan or turning against Chen Tanghe, she wouldn’t allow her to leave.
“Enough!” Chen Tanghe, furious, held Luo Qingcheng back, having shown mercy earlier, which gave her the opportunity.
Luo Qingcheng smirked coldly, her voice low and somewhat shrill, “Xi Fuhong cannot leave.”
Shi Cuiyan frowned, unable to understand such stubbornness, “I insist.”
“Do you want to die that badly?”
“I still want to enjoy a few more years.”
“Leave her, and you can go.”
“I said I would take her away.”
“Foolish dreams!”
“Overbearing and unreasonable!”
In the midst of their verbal battle, both were almost unable to suppress the urge to tear each other apart.
Xi Fuhong held onto Shi Cuiyan, while Chen Tanghe restrained Luo Qingcheng, refusing to back down, stubborn and unyielding.
The pressure suddenly intensified, and Xi Fuhong shook her head repeatedly.
This wasn’t what she wanted.
She didn’t want Shi Cuiyan to risk her life for her, nor did she want Luo Qingcheng to fight so hard for her.
She just wanted to complete the task her grandmother had given her and then return to Miaojiang to live her ordinary life.
“I won’t leave! I’m not leaving, so stop fighting…” Nearly screaming, Xi Fuhong used all her courage to cut off her own escape route.
Shi Cuiyan was suddenly stunned, Luo Qingcheng swallowed her insults, and Chen Tanghe was even more confused.
After a moment of silence, Xi Fuhong stepped out from behind Shi Cuiyan, standing in the middle of the two groups, forcing herself to smile, a smile uglier than crying.
“I’m not leaving, and you… you don’t have to fight anymore,” she said weakly, shaking her head.
Shi Cuiyan squinted her eyes, pointing a knife forward, stopping in front of Xi Fuhong.
“You want to stay?” Her tone was cold, as if she had become a different person.
Xi Fuhong’s face was pale, and despite her fear, she nodded.
She knew that even if she escaped for a while, she couldn’t escape forever.
Seeing Luo Qingcheng’s frantic determination to keep her, her unease was relieved.
Even if she really left, Luo Qingcheng wouldn’t let it go, and the worst would be implicating her grandmother and her future hopes for an undisturbed life.
Her fingertips went numb, and the dagger fell straight to the ground.
Shi Cuiyan’s blood churned, and she suddenly spat out blood.
Clutching her chest, she stared at Xi Fuhong in disbelief.
Her heart ached, an unbearable pain, her eyes stinging, tears silently sliding down her blood-stained cheeks.
Why? Why exactly?
“Would you rather stay than believe I would take you away?” Shi Cuiyan’s voice choked, as if murmuring.
Xi Fuhong pressed her lips together, silent.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe Shi Cuiyan; it was that she had no confidence in herself.
How far could she run? How long could she escape?
“Sister Xi…” Shi Cuiyan raised her head, speaking softly, “Just say it, as long as you say you want to leave, I’ll definitely take you away.
I’ll take you to find Gui Po, I can hide you so those people will never find you again.
I’ll protect you, I’ll give you everything you want, as long as you say it, as long as you say… you want to leave.”
This was a plea, a plea for Xi Fuhong’s affirmation.
But could she?
Silence was the only answer she received.
Xi Fuhong took a step back, distancing herself from Shi Cuiyan.
The distance felt like it was tearing her heart apart, the pain suddenly overwhelming, making her understand some of her confusion.
Xi Fuhong didn’t trust her, didn’t like her, even hated her.
The wounds caused couldn’t be healed.
From the moment she destroyed Xi Fuhong’s peaceful life, she was no longer fit to protect her.
“…Haha…as expected…” Covering her face, she laughed helplessly.
Her delusion of gaining Xi Fuhong’s forgiveness was truly foolish.
Xi Fuhong didn’t understand Shi Cuiyan’s thoughts, only seeing her cry and laugh.
She was in a difficult position, wanting to escape with her, but constrained by Luo Qingcheng, she could only resort to this.
She only hoped that after the Hulong Secret Treasure was opened, Luo Qingcheng would truly let her leave.
As for the rest, she didn’t want to care anymore, nor did she want to get involved.
Shi Cuiyan picked up the dagger from the ground, turning away in a daze.
Without a word, without a farewell, her thin figure disappeared into the night.
The author has something to say: So Sister Cui…out! Did you enjoy it? When two attackers meet, even beauties become beasts!! The fierce battle between Cui and Luo really gets the blood boiling! Haha, I’ll arrange for other attackers to face off in the future.
xdd The daily update ends today! There’s no more sandstorm or anything…灼灼 can’t guarantee when the next update will be, because I need to fill my belly, and work is about to get busy xddd So for now, just put it aside, even if you urge for more chapters, 灼灼 is powerless (sigh) ☆, Chapter 47 Foolish Heart What exactly does Xi Fuhong mean to her? Luo Qingcheng returned to the camp, silently distancing herself from the firelight, sitting alone on the dark grass to meditate and regulate her breathing.
With her eyes closed, she kept asking herself, but never found an answer.
Earlier, she heard Chen Tanghe receive a letter, saying that the major sects had arrived at the Wulin Headquarters, so they changed their destination, deciding to return to the main base before going to Xu Loufeng.
For this reason, she went to the orchard intending to inform Shi Cuiyan, but unexpectedly stumbled upon her and Xi Fuhong escaping together.
Instantly, her restless heart couldn’t be suppressed, and she chased after them without hesitation, even engaging in a fierce fight with Shi Cuiyan.
Her usual pride in her calmness and rationality was thrown aside, and at that moment, her only thought was to take Xi Fuhong back.
Why exactly?
Taking a deep breath, she wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth, but couldn’t wipe away the chaotic thoughts in her mind.
When she saw Xi Fuhong nestled in Shi Cuiyan’s arms, she couldn’t help but want to separate them.
When she saw Xue Baihua trying to catch up with Xi Fuhong, she was filled with murderous intent.
Even when Xiao Qiyu said he wanted to go to Huangcheng Hill alone with Xi Fuhong, she wished she could go along…
All of this was related to Xi Fuhong.
The villain who was once harshly punished in the dungeon, Gui Po’s accomplice in the tomb.
“Damn it!” she cursed, angrily hitting the grass.
Her mind restless, she stayed awake all night.
The next day, Luo Qingcheng’s face showed no obvious signs of fatigue, perhaps because she was used to staying up all night, so she wasn’t as delicate as ordinary women.
Returning to the camp, she saw Xi Fuhong lying by the fire, sleeping soundly.
She approached slowly, looking down at her.
The red mark on Xi Fuhong’s face was a bit pink, and on a whim, Luo Qingcheng crouched down to gently touch it, the texture as delicate as she imagined.
“Mmm…” Disturbed in her sleep, Xi Fuhong grumbled a few times, like a child acting spoiled.
Her chest tightened, and Luo Qingcheng immediately withdrew her left hand.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
