Chapter 74: I'm so happy, my life is probably worthless...

She said this as if she was a living Bodhisattva who saved all living beings and would shed a few tears of compassion when she saw a dying ant on the roadside.

She was so angry that she grabbed Chen Juansheng's wrist and dragged him out of the room filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol and greed.

It was not until the cold and clean northern air filled her lungs that she felt the burning sensation of being roasted on a fire subsided a little.

Outside, dusk was approaching. The setting sun, like blood, burned the western sky a magnificent red-gold hue. The town gradually became less crowded, and the aroma of food wafted from the restaurants, filled with the down-to-earth flavor of everyday life.

But she really felt that the mundane world had nothing to do with the "fallen immortal" beside her.

Shen Juansheng walked beside her, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, making his black clothes look like they were burning, covering them with a layer of warm orange.

The golden thread flowed in his hair and cuffs, no longer a cold weapon, but more like the rays of light scattered in the picture of a fairy.

The profile of his face looked like a painting in the twilight, with a distinct lip line. The wind blew up a few strands of his long hair that had not been tied up, interweaving ink and gold. His long eyelashes drooped, revealing a tiny hint of brilliance.

He passed away so quietly that even his breathing could not be heard.

Qing Guiyu thought about this matter carefully. With this face and this behavior, it’s no wonder that everyone in the martial arts world believed that he was infected with a love poison.

Not to mention love poison, even if he was said to be a fox spirit who had practiced for thousands of years, I'm afraid there would be people who would believe it.

It is indeed a monster that came out of a novel, born to bring disaster to the world.

Unfortunately, he knows it very well, and even wants to use this ability to cause trouble as a bargaining chip, laying it out in front of you one by one, to see how you respond.

Especially like now.

Qing Guiyu could sense it without even turning around. The cold, gloomy aura that always lingered around him had faded considerably today, replaced by a subtle, almost brisk, sense of contentment.

He is in a good mood.

Too good, too good for no reason.

It makes people feel even more uncomfortable.

I really can't understand it. Just now in the gambling house, with so many people talking about him in public and betting on his trivial things, it's not a glorious thing in any way, how could he be so happy?

"Chen Yansheng," she finally couldn't help but stop, turned around, and looked him up and down, "What are you grinning at?"

Shen Juansheng also stopped and was stunned when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect her to ask this.

He raised his head and his eyes fell on her cheeks which were slightly red from the sun. The smile on his lips had not yet faded when it was suddenly asked.

"I..." He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, but only a monotonous sound came out.

Just when she was on guard against him saying something shocking and ridiculous,

Without any warning, two thin flakes of red appeared on Master Jinsheng's face, which was always calm and composed and could laugh and talk even in life-and-death situations.

The red color came so quickly and suddenly that in the blink of an eye, the whole person seemed to be immersed in the sunset, and even the icy and misty eyes were shining with bright colors.

Qing Guiyu was completely confused by him.

He had been imprisoned for many years since he was a child, and he would blush if a girl touched him, but that was enough.

Now, there is such a huge distance between the two of them, how could he cause her to act like a child?

Could it be that this madman's illness has progressed again?

Shen Juansheng seemed to have no idea what she was thinking, and his eyes moved around in a panic.

"Miss Qing..." He paused for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly, as if he was shaking off something in his heart.

"Just now... in the gambling house, you insisted that you wouldn't let me fight with Brother Lu..."

"Miss Qing," he paused, only the voice followed stubbornly and repeated it again, with a hint of tentative haste.

"...Is it true that you also don't want me to die?"

This time, Qing Guiyu was in a dilemma.

Yes and no.

I really don't want him to die, or rather, I don't dare to let him die.

Because he was dead, there was no one to clean up the mess in Yuzhou City. She didn't want him to fight with his senior brother because she was afraid that his body would be damaged and he would suffer new injuries.

But how can I say this?

To put it bluntly, it sounded like she didn't care at all about his life or death, and only treated him as a tool to solve her problems.

Although this man deserved to die, she couldn't really watch him die, let alone say such cruel words.

In the end, she could only open her mouth.

"I......"

"I know." Seeing her hesitation, Shen Juansheng suddenly laughed softly, with a hint of sadness in his laughter. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his hand tangled with gold thread.

"In Miss Qing's heart, my life is probably worthless." He stated calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"We have to add the lives of 100,000 people in Yuzhou to barely...be able to compare with Miss Qing's senior brother alone."

Unfortunately, Master Jinsheng’s plan was indeed correct.

That's what he did at Tangquan Villa. He used the lives of 100,000 people and the safety of Lu Guiyan to weigh them on the scale in her heart, creating a dilemma.

How cruel, yet sobering.

Qing Guiyu felt a little sad. She wanted to refute and say, "It's not like that." But when the words came to her lips, they felt so pale.

Because...it seemed like that was indeed the case. With Young Master Jin Sheng's cunning and insight, how could he not see this?

I felt angry and annoyed, and also a little embarrassed that I didn't want to admit that my real problem was being talked about.

How could this person be so capable of this? With just a few words, he could force her into such a hopeless situation?

She felt like an unlucky porcelain collector who had gone through so much trouble to obtain a piece of secret-color porcelain that was passed down from generation to generation. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but also so brittle that it could kill her.

You have to watch it every day and worship it all the time, for fear that one day it will inexplicably become depressed and shatter into pieces in front of you.

"you--"

She took a step forward and just as she said a word in anger, something hit her foot, and her body suddenly tilted and she was about to fall forward.

Before she could even begin to use her Qinggong skills, he completely encircled her in his arms. Before she could even struggle, she felt the arm around her waist suddenly tighten.

The two of them fell into a narrow alley at the same time.

Bang!

Her back hit the cold wall, but it didn't hurt because her whole body was pressed tightly between him and the wall.

Young Master Jin Sheng trapped her in his arms, one hand leaning against the wall, the other still tightly around her waist, completely imprisoning her.

The dark robe and long black hair fell together, mixed with those deadly golden threads, like a flowing and dangerous curtain, separating the two from the outside world.

He was much taller than her. When he leaned over, his face, which was burned with passion and sunlight and was incomparably beautiful, was right in front of him.

He didn't say anything else, just looked down at her.

Those eyes that were always covered by layers of ice were now terrifyingly clear, filled with something that had been suppressed for too long, something close to madness, and a kind of collapsing fragility.

"Chen Juansheng..." She was flustered by his gaze and subconsciously wanted to push him away.

"First...let me go."

"No."

He answered quickly and firmly, his beautiful eyes fixed on her.

"Let go, Miss Qing is leaving." He repeated stubbornly, and tightened his arm around her waist a little more, completely filling the last bit of space between them.

"You'll be somewhere else. What if I can't find you?"

"I......"

"Miss Qing," he suddenly interrupted her, his voice trembling with an almost pleading tone, "Stop talking, please."

"Even if you don't say anything, I know what you are going to say."

Shen Zhuansheng lowered his head even lower, completely concealing the expression on his face. "Just a moment."

He mumbled, but still remembered to say, "Please."

There's nothing I can do about it.

"Sound of deep engraving,"

She couldn't keep doing this, so after a while, she felt it was about time, but she was terrified of provoking any other strange reaction from him, so she had to shake him.

"Is this interesting to you?"

"Yes." His muffled voice came from the crook of her neck, "As long as it's a young lady, everything is interesting."

"No matter what Miss Qing is thinking, the one I'm holding in my arms right now is still Miss Qing."

What kind of nonsense is this? What is the structure of the brain of the mastermind of Tianji?

"Forget it," her thoughts as a doctor finally prevailed. She raised her hand and patted his tense back stiffly.

"The wound hasn't healed yet. Don't use too much force, or it'll split open again."

The tense body trembled violently the moment her fingers touched it.

Then, as if all his strength was drained away, he pressed all his weight on her, burying his head deeper into her shoulder, and his breathing became deep and long.

Qing Guiyu was pushed back by him and had to put his arms around his waist to barely stand steady.

She sighed in her heart and thought, I can't let it go. I hope this won't end up like throwing myself into his arms.

"Miss Qing..." He sighed contentedly, "It smells so good."

"...That's the smell of medicine." Qing Guiyu corrected expressionlessly, "Benefit flakes, camphor."

"Hmm," he said, softly nuzzling her neck. Then he mumbled, "That smells good too."

Outside the alley, the sky had completely darkened. The last ray of the setting sun disappeared, and the stars lit up one by one in the cold night sky.

In this moment of almost peaceful silence,

Almost at the same moment, a sharp murderous aura that almost tore through the air attacked from the alleys on both sides.

This murderous aura came silently, yet was extremely vicious, like two night owls lurking in the shadows.

He took advantage of the moment when the prey was most excited and least alert, and launched a fatal attack.

The black robe drew a fluttering arc in the air, and the cold light on the golden blade suddenly burst out with a "clang".

It is no longer a lingering stream of light, but it pours down on your head like lightning chasing a star.

Several steel needles, each gleaming with a dark blue poisonous light, were twisted and tangled by the golden threads. The shattered needle tips fell to the ground, corroding even the bluestone slabs and emitting hissing white smoke.

The attacker's timing was too ruthless.

Just when he was concentrating all his energy, his emotions were surging, his mind was even agitated, and even his breathing was slightly disordered.

All of Master Jin Sheng's mind was used to feel the tenderness in his arms at this moment, and all of his meticulousness was used to guess what she would say next.

Then, on the other side, two short blades as thin as cicada wings but smeared with deadly poison, like ghosts, penetrated the gaps between the silk blades he had hastily laid out and pierced his vital points on the back.

This is a sure-kill situation.

"Be careful!" Qing Guiyu shouted loudly, and almost instinctively, pushed him to the side with all his strength.

The face that was just filled with a hazy emotion and was so beautiful, instantly lost all color.

Beneath the tenderness that had been deliberately concealed, something violent and gloomy suddenly burst out.

Qing Guiyu felt her body being pressed tighter into his arms. Young Master Jin Sheng took her over, turned around, and raised his hand to meet the oncoming cold light.

The golden blade was launched later but arrived first. Several strands of golden thread changed into two shapes, and separated and chased each other.

With a ding sound, the edges of the two poisonous blades that came at him with great force were actually ground into powder inch by inch by the thin silk thread.

Two identical men in gray appeared, with skinny bodies and ordinary faces, like two ghosts that would merge into the shadows at any time.

The person on the left spoke, his voice hoarse, and before he could finish his words,

"The old Pavilion Master is a man of great talent and vision, a man whose life's work has been spent on him, yet now he is about to be defeated by an ungrateful beast like you."

The person on the right has already taken over, and the tone and expression are exactly the same, as if they came from the same mouth.

"——How can you be worthy of holding the position of master of heaven's secrets?"

Then, in this dark and narrow alley, two identical dark voices were heard alternately from the left and right.

"When did Chen Yan have a son like you?"

"——Are you worthy of the surname Shen?"