Chapter 305 Trouble

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

no.

She had just arrived, and she had already encountered the living, breathing Emperor Lingxiu?

The strongest among the three realms, the Lord of Zhongzhou, the Spirit Resting Emperor?!

The living, breathing Emperor Lingxiu was standing right in front of her!

Jiang Xianwan felt that his gaze at this moment should be burning with the fervor of the legendary, living Lingxiu Emperor.

In reality, things remain... calm and uneventful.

The divine-looking young man before her seemed to be nothing more than a drop in the ocean in her eyes.

but.

Why did he just barge into the thirty-three halls like that?

fight?

It doesn't seem like it.

The reaction of the bow in his hand gave her a feeling of wanting to rush into her arms the next second, yet not daring to, and she could only tremble incessantly in his thin, bony fingers.

at the same time.

A feeling of absolute certainty arose in her heart:

Even if it means death, this young man would never turn his magical weapon towards her.

Could it be that those rumors are true, and that there is an unspeakable relationship between Emperor Lingxiu and the World Emperor?

Two pairs of eyes met silently amidst the howling like mad dogs, separated by desolate years and countless past events.

No one made a move.

Jiang Xianwan clearly sensed that the moment he appeared, a strong sense of irritation suddenly rose in her heart, and her fingertips curled uncontrollably.

It was this body's instinctive emotional reaction upon seeing the boy in front of it.

Another thought popped into my head: trouble.

right.

It's just a hassle.

Like an inescapable burden, an inescapable trouble, it appeared endlessly before her.

But not disgust.

It's not that I hate it.

However, someone tripped her up.

Undue and unnecessary ripples were stirred up time and again in her heart, which should have been tranquil.

Jiang Xianwan looked at him indifferently, her mind already a tangled mess of thoughts she couldn't untangle.

And that extremely graceful figure finally moved.

The boy, as serene as a snow-covered bell, seemed to have suddenly developed cracks.

His pair of clear, dark eyes, like a deep pool disturbed by a spring breeze, were visibly flushed with red, the water shimmering, yet he held them firmly within his gaze.

Her lower lip was bitten so hard it was slightly sunken, barely holding back the urge to break down.

His thin lips moved almost imperceptibly, as if afraid of disturbing the air.

The breath was as light as the touch of a butterfly's wing, as if each syllable required immense courage to gently entrust itself to.

It was completely opposite to his aloof and unapproachable aura.

Like a handful of trembling, warm mud hidden inside the hard core of a meteorite.

Finally, a hoarse but unusually cautious, almost breathless voice slipped into my ears—sending a shiver down my spine.

Where did you go again?

It's not a question, it's not a doubt.

Enveloped in unease and anticipation, it is not a search for answers, but a fragile test.

Like a small cloud of warm breath exhaled in winter, or a spider web that is barely taut yet afraid of breaking.

A pitiful and cautious offering, a trembling opening statement, yearning to be caught.

There was not a trace of coldness on his face.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

again?

Is this how Emperor Lingxiu is before her?

Such a boy, as pure as snow-covered mountains at dusk, shouldn't be like this...

Her mind went blank, and she stood there motionless.

I didn't know how to respond, nor did I have any intention of speaking.

Her gaze fell on him indifferently, as if he were a speck of dust.

I tried to take a few steps, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot and I couldn't move an inch.

She tried to speak, but her mouth was at odds with her heart; she refused to utter a single word.

Just then, Mu Shang and the other two wrestled and rolled around in a ball, howling, until they crashed into the steps and came to a stop.

They scrambled apart, hands on hips, jumping up and down in unison.

Feiyu: "My Emperor! Awooo! Kill him!"

Mu Shang: "Slap him in the face!"

Xin Yi: "That's right! Give him a couple more slaps! Let's see if he dares to come back!"

The Emperor of Zhongzhou, instead of staying at home, sneaks off to their house every day, shamelessly pestering their Emperor!

They won't leave no matter how hard you try to get rid of them!

They're so bored they're practically drooling!

Do you have a clear understanding and self-positioning?

This is the border region, not their Central Continent!

What kind of emperor would leave his own home and spend all his time running around to other people's homes?

Do they think this is their home?

Or does he still treat the Thirty-Three Palaces as the back garden of Zhongzhou, where he can wander around whenever he wants?

The three teenagers were surprisingly in agreement.

Jump high.

It's still making a loud noise.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Lingxiu's eyelashes trembled, his thick, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooping down and fluttering rapidly.

Yet, unwilling to look away, she almost stubbornly and hastily lifted her eyelids to look into those eyes.

Apart from a blank and lifeless silence, no matter how hard he tried, he could not find any other trace.

He slowly closed his five fingers, gripping the bow tightly, refusing to turn around or leave. Only his pale face betrayed his panic.

It was as if a tear might be about to fall from those trembling eyelashes, unable to bear the weight.

He knew.

He and his brother secretly ran over and hid in the boundary.

My sister will definitely send them away again.

Anyone can stay by his sister's side, but he and his brother are not allowed to.

It has always been this way.

Jiang Xianwan didn't have time to see the wetness in his eyes, but she had the strange feeling that it would be wrong not to slap him.

Snap!

Amidst the chattering noise of the three, as if driven by something, without even looking, before they could react, their sleeves involuntarily swung.

A huge confrontation...

The three of them, Mu Shang, were thrown off the altar in a parabolic motion!

"Noisy".

Jiang Xianwan caught a glimpse of the three teenagers being flung off the altar in an arc from the corner of his eye: "...!"

who is she?

Where is she?

What did she just do?

Shouldn't it have been the fan that drove away Emperor Lingxiu?

What made her even more desperate was that before she could retract her outstretched hand, and without any apparent movement, her figure moved like a ghost, flashing past her.

Like being chased by a dog, I suddenly... turned around... and ran away?

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

No!

Why is she running?

Without saying a word, she just ran off, all fresh and beautiful?

My bottom isn't even warm yet!

I don't want my home anymore!

soon.

She knew exactly why she was running away.

This body clearly didn't want to see Emperor Lingxiu.

It's like encountering a sticky rice cake that you can never shake off; you can only avoid it every time or throw it away.

He'd been away from home for half a year, and before he could even get comfortable at home, he was off again without hesitation.

The direction is right at the border!

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

It couldn't be stopped.

It's impossible to stop!

Watching the figure disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, the solemn and stern-faced boy had eyes that were always as deep and cold as an abyss or as sharp as a hawk's.

At that moment, a layer of broken water light suddenly appeared, and the reddened eyes could no longer contain the surging sorrow.

He covered his mask with his long, slender fingers, as if trying to suppress all the pain that had been discarded and buried in his heart countless times.

She didn't cry out, but clenched her teeth tightly, her jaw taut into a sharp yet fragile line, all the pain suppressed in the silent trembling of her throat.

The night wind whipped his dark robes, making them flutter loudly, and his figure, like a bald wild goose, gave chase.

Anyway, he and his brother were already used to it.

They were used to their older sister always abandoning them or chasing them away.

I've grown accustomed to the empty waiting day and night, the repeated disappointments and abandonment of my hopes.