Chapter Twenty Two Searching and Appearing
The current Xue Yunge was dangerous. His hair danced about in the wind as his demonic and beautiful face held an angry expression.
Xue Zhuyue didnât believe what happened as he covered his red face, distracted.
âXue Zhuyue! What are you thinking, look at what you look like now!â Straightforwardly yelling his didiâs name, Xue Yunge was truly angry. âYi Yi didnât leave us, and she isnât dead either. Currently, she was taken away from us by others. Donât be remorseful here, lamenting about your unobtainable happiness. Ever since we killed our father twelve years ago, we had to clearly understand that anything we wanted, we must take from other peopleâs hands. And donât you dare say that Yi Yi is someone elseâs, she is ours! Naturally, our guarded treasure canât be longed for by other people! Now, we need to find who took Yi Yi and bring Yi Yi back. Then, we have to make that person pay the price in blue!â
Moving his head, the emotionally moved Xue Yunge withdrew his hands that was transported internal power. âFirst, go to the secret room to take care of yourself. Regarding Yi Yiâs affair, Iâve already sent people out to go find her. After youâve finished self-cultivation, Yue, I donât want you to be like you are now.â
Finished speaking, he left without looking back. All that was left was Xue Zhuyue foolishly sitting there.
The outside world was lightly raining. Xue Yunge raised his head and looked towards the boundless sky, not paying attention to the rain water falling on him. Suddenly, he began recalling those hopeless days, the memories that he never wished to remember. They had slowly submerged into his memories over time, until even a little bit of evidence wasnât left behind. But those pained moments rested at the bottom of his heart, the feelings of hopelessness and fleeing were like a poison deeply embedded in his bones, one that he could never absolve himself of.
Something slid down his cheek, but he didnât know whether it was the rain or his tears.
Yin Yue Country, Yan Zhou City, Water Pavilionâs Second Courtyard.
Inside of a gorgeous room, on a large and beautiful bed, a woman was lay deeply asleep. If you looked closer, you would find that the woman seemed to be in a restless sleep.
Her delicate hands tightly clenched the bed sheets, outlining profound marks. She was curled up and her beautiful and pure complexion seemed to be filled with countless beads of sweat, as if she was in extreme anguish.
Beautiful fireworks exploded, painting the sky with brilliant, red rays of light. There was a black clothed person fighting as well as white clothed, lotus-like male, whose hand was bleeding. Running, pain, then it was endless darkness.
âGeâ¦â
Her uneasy whispering was seen by the brocade robe wearing male that just walked in. His ice cold lips curved into an unknown smile, then towards the adorable, little servant girl behind him, he said, âIn the future, youâll serve her. Carefully look upon her, if any problems arise, immediately report them to me. If she wants to know anything, tell her what you know.â
âServant understands.â
âWhen she wakes up, come call for me.â Before leaving, he took one last glance at the figure sleeping on the bed and then strode out of the room.
And the woman deeply stuck in her nightmares was still fast asleep. The clever and adorable little servant girl stepped forward and carefully wiped away the beads of sweat on the womanâs face, but her face was detached and cold.
The horses hooves flew, kicking up dust in the air as they ran towards the forest on the public road. One was white and another was black, the two were both fine horses. They ran forwards, but when they entered the forest, they were suddenly blocked by a group of reckless, black clothed people.
âGongzi, what has happened here? Itâs already been the tenth day someone was sent to assassinate us, who have we provoked?â The man speaking was wearing a purple chang pao [1] and he looked to be about forty-years-old. His face wasnât very nice, but it was also clear and smart. Looking again, wasnât this the middle aged man at the carnival in the lantern festival?
As he was angrily speaking, he was also surrounding them with the other black clothed people. The middle aged man really couldnât understand. From that night at the lantern festival, he had people nonstop tracking and trying to assassinate him, there was even more than one person. He and gongzi had urgently rushed back to Yan Zhou, but this road was continuously blocked. If it werenât for the fact that gongziâs martial arts were high and that, he, Zhuang Sheng, was also considered to be an expert, he was afraid that they would have been buried by these people.
Seeing his familyâs gongzi being so awesome, Zhuang Sheng felt admiration in his heart. And with a solemn expression, he also began to move against these people. Soon, a black clothed person died in the forest. Finally cycling around, the green clothed male retrieved his sword. And if one carefully looked, he actually didnât get a single drop of blood spilled on him!
âZhuang Sheng, letâs leave.â The green clothed male turned around and exposed a smooth, jade-like face with gentle and tender facial expressions, one felt as if he had the temperament of an immortal. He had a clear as water voice⦠He didnât have an extremely beautiful appearance, but it still caused people to be unable to move their gaze away.
Mu Yalun, surprisingly, it was him!
âAfter returning to Yan Zhou, we need to clearly investigate the strange matters that have happened to us lately. Release a feather message, letâs meet up with another team and return together!â
âYes gongzi!â
A feather-like firework exploded in the air, it drew peopleâs gazes, causing them to stop and look up at it. Those beautiful colors and beautiful image lasted for only a minute before disappearing without a trace.
Yan Zhou, in a magnificent second courtyard a male dressed in brocade robes languidly sat on a large chair draped with tiger skin as he listened to a subordinateâs concise report.
âYour Majesty, those people have already sent out a signal. It is currently developing in the direction that Your Majesty has expected.â
âVery good, you may retire!â
A stern smile blossomed on the beautiful and profound maleâs face, âThe game has begun.â