Chapter 127 Hunting (2) She fell in love.

The minions under the command of the Dark Night Demon are sharp, like a surging wave gathering power in the darkness, threatening to engulf Feng Tan and Arslan.

Due to the constraints of their positions, the two were outnumbered and outmatched. Even with Feng Tan's exceptional lightness skills, carrying an extra person would halve their effectiveness. Furthermore, Arslan had lost all of his true energy in order to unblock Feng Tan's sealed meridians, and had only recovered about 20% of it so far.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't defeat Zhu Qi alone.

To the left ahead was a precipice, and to the right was the road leading to the Great Sun. The Rakshasa army had them trapped in the middle, and once they launched their attack, it would be like catching a turtle in a jar; neither of them could escape.

Feng Tan had a clear understanding of the successes and failures involved. When she looked at Xiao Yin, the moonlight cast a thin layer on his face, making him appear cold, gloomy, and his eyes as dark as if they were filled with ink.

...The python swallowed the dragon, and died without a burial place.

Xiao Yinshi rarely showed his murderous intent, but tonight, his bloodlust, bursting free from its cage, surged to the heavens. He saw something in Feng Tan's eyes that he had never seen before.

It was the kind of look that only a lover could give; when she looked at Arslan, her eyes revealed admiration and affection.

She was moved.

Xiao Yinshi's thin lips pressed into a straight line. He raised his hand to signal Feng Tan and said, "If you come over now, he can die more easily. Otherwise, he won't die a pleasant death."

Feng Tan tightened her grip on the sniper rifle. Arslan gently grasped her fingers, his amber eyes equally filled with murderous intent. His cold gaze fell on Xiao Yinshi, and he said, "Feng Tan, is it that you have an endless supply of bullets, or an inexhaustible supply of strength?"

The man tapped the sandalwood chair twice firmly with his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles. Seeing Feng Tan slowly put away his gun, the spirit in his eyes flickered slightly before refocusing. Then, he quickly raised his wrist and aimed the sniper rifle at him.

Feng Tan, exuding a murderous aura and with obvious mockery in his eyes, questioned, "If I put down my gun, will you let Arslan leave?"

Xiao Yinshi's voice was decisive as he said, "No."

Xiao Yinshi interrupted her, his words cold and indifferent, “If I kill him, there’s nothing you can do. First, you won’t die for him; you won’t die until you’ve finished what you’ve done. Second, if you want revenge, you can’t kill me; you don’t have the ability.”

Xiao Yinshi analyzed the pros and cons of the matter in a nonchalant manner, but Arslan's eyes turned icy. He knew perfectly well how wicked this man was. He wasn't threatening Feng Tan; he was issuing a death ultimatum to himself with a condescending attitude.

Arslan subconsciously glanced at Feng Tan's profile. The bright moonlight covered her cheeks with a thin layer of light, and her clear, elegant curves revealed a hint of determination, just like her character. As long as she wasn't killed, she could always bounce back from rock bottom.

But this time, the two of them were outnumbered and outmatched, and she had little room to fight back.

Feng Tan stared at Xiao Yinshi quietly for a while, then hoisted the sniper rifle that had been aimed at him back behind her and suddenly strode towards Xiao Yinshi.

Arslan said, "Wind Sandalwood!"

Zhu Qi immediately assumed a defensive stance, pointing his sharp blade at her, and shouted, "Protect the Emperor!"

Since Xiao Yinshi did not issue an order, the Luosha Army naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Feng Tan stopped in front of Xiao Yinshi, leaning down to look him in the eye, but her entire demeanor exuded an aggressive air. Her long, thick eyelashes slowly drooped as she repeated the words he had just interrupted, "Xiao Yinshi, if you kill him, I truly can't do anything about it. I have no more bargaining chips left, but don't forget one thing: I'm a man who loves to fight to the death. If you kill him, I will protect him with my own life. Can you guarantee that your subordinates won't kill me while they're killing him?"

Does Xiao Yinshi have any weaknesses? He doesn't. He is ruthless, bloodthirsty, and cold-blooded. For example, the death of Ban Huayun, his mother, did not stir up the slightest ripple in Xiao Yinshi's heart.

Feng Tan never played by the rules, and Xiao Yinshi always felt a sense of novelty and excitement when playing against her. He rarely experienced this subtle feeling with others. He was good at analyzing her as a person, and Feng Tan reminded him that there was no guarantee of absolute success in any endeavor.

Everything has risks. She would risk her life to save Feng, and she would also risk her life to save Arslan.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Yinshi lifted her chin, his gaze growing increasingly intense. "Playing chess on a tofu board, there's no way to move. So is this another kind of threat from you?"

Feng Tan said, "If that's how you want to understand it, then yes."

Xiao Yinshi raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile curving his lips, a cold and disdainful air about him, "A rose blooms on thorns, and I'm going to break you. What can you do about it?"

Feng Tan stared at him intently, understanding the meaning behind his words. He was certain that Feng Tan would not die in the battle, and he didn't care whether Feng Tan was injured or not.

Xiao Yinshi's calm demeanor masked a chilling indifference. He reached out and pulled Feng Tan into his arms, his knuckles tapping slowly on Feng Tan's kneecap. "Let him die. I'll forgive you for crippling my tendons and ligaments. How about it?"

Arslan subconsciously looked at Feng Tan, only to see her in Xiao Yinshi's arms with an expressionless face, but the corners of her lips were very faintly and slowly curving upwards, and her voice was clear as a rock, "The knights of Sotaha will not abandon their princesses, and neither will I."

After saying that, Feng Tan leaped out of Xiao Yinshi's arms and retreated with the speed of a startled swan. When she landed, she stood back in front of Arslan. "Arslan, it's time for us to run for our lives."

Xiao Yinshi narrowed his eyes, looked at her resolute appearance and chuckled softly, his eyes filled with complex mockery and coldness. He raised his hand to signal the Rakshasa Army behind him to attack.

Feng Tan turned around, grasped Arslan's hand, and quickly leaped backward with him, breaking through the encirclement of the Rakshasa Army.

Suddenly, a flurry of arrows came flying, their tips all aimed at Arslan's exposed back. Feng Tan's eyes sharpened, and he fired, deflecting the incoming arrows. As he landed, he threw a grenade behind him, significantly slowing down the pursuit of the Rakshasa army.

To their left was a precipice, forcing them to flee to the right of the mountain range, pursued relentlessly by the Rakshasa army, their footsteps crunching on the loose rocks. Another volley of arrows rained down, and Arslan was slashed in the arm by a sharp sword, his blood splattering onto Feng Tan's face.

Feng Tan tightened her grip on his fingers. A large number of Rakshasa soldiers clad in iron armor and cold helmets emerged from the dark fog ahead. She had almost no strength left.

Arslan's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the soldiers who had surrounded them once again. Beside him, Feng Tan was panting heavily, but the determination in his eyes remained unchanged.

This is a comprehensive struggle involving power, force, and emotion. Feng Tan wants Arslan to win, and wants to win herself, but their chances of winning are slim.

Arslan suddenly hugged Feng Tan tightly and said softly above her head, "He's bound to kill me, there's no need to drag you down with him. Feng Tan, without me, no one can hold you back, go quickly."

After saying that, he shoved Feng Tan away with all his might and turned to rush towards the direction where Xiao Yinshi was.

Feng Tan reached out to pull him, but her fingertips only managed to touch Arslan's dark red hair ribbon before he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

A ninth-rank master with less than 20% of his internal energy left, he's courting death.

Feng Tan stared at the precipice ahead with a murderous glint in her eyes. She never liked gambling with her life, but she had no choice but to gamble with it.

Arslan was already covered in blood during close combat with the Rakshasa army. Feng Tan leaped forward, repelling the soldiers attacking from behind him, and shouted, "Fool! Why are you rushing in to your death?"

The prolonged and intense physical exertion left Feng Tan with one leg firmly planted on the ground, panting heavily. He was covered in bruises, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the gun remained bluish-white, stubbornly refusing to slacken in the slightest.

Her path to survival was one of fighting her way out of a seemingly hopeless situation, and it remains the same today.

Arslan felt a pang of sorrow and helplessness seeing her unwavering resolve.

Seeing Feng Tan's reluctance to part with him, Xiao Yinshi's face darkened as if it could freeze into ice.

Zhu Qi pushed the wheelchair closer to Feng Tan from behind. Xiao Yinshi raised his hand again to signal the Luo Sha Army to stop their attack, and looked down at her, saying, "Look, what will happen if you run away?"

Feng Tan looked up and saw that Xiao Yinshi still had an untamed look in his eyes, his voice tinged with danger, "One day when the dragon raises its head, it will surely make the Yangtze River flow backward."

During the time Feng Tan was imprisoned in the palace by Xiao Yinshi, she also had moments of discouragement and inner turmoil. However, she often encouraged herself and wrote down some inspirational words to rekindle her fighting spirit, such as the sentence that Xiao Yinshi recited.

This also proves that even when she was alone in the palace, she was being watched all around her.

Feng Tan asked, "What do you want to say?"

A cool breeze ruffled the hem of Xiao Yinshi's black and gold robe. He sat quietly in the darkness, his posture elegant, but his words were sharp and cold: "What I mean is, the Yangtze River doesn't flow backwards. Why do something useless if you can't change the situation? Arslan, you shouldn't have provoked her."

Seeing their helpless resistance, Xiao Yinshi's bloodshot eyes amplified the terror emanating from him. "Zhu Qi, slow slicing."

Arslan smiled upon hearing this, revealing the wildness of a steppe warrior. He showed no fear and commented, "To love but not be loved is truly pitiful."

Feng Tan's eyelashes trembled. She stood up from the ground with her gun in hand. After a moment, she regained a little strength and said to Arslan, "Since we have nowhere to go, let's jump off the cliff and forge a way out."

Arslan and Feng Tan exchanged a glance, instantly understanding her meaning. Feng Tan took his hand again, and with one burst of energy, they broke through the encirclement of the Rakshasa army, rushing swiftly towards the cliff.

Xiao Yinshi's steady voice finally trembled as he shouted, "Zhu Qi, stop her!"

But it was too late. Feng Tan stood at the edge of the cliff and said to Xiao Yinshi before jumping, "If you want me to live, throw me a long rope and hook."

Xiao Yinshi was almost laughing in anger at her. She and that wild man couldn't break through the encirclement, and she had no leverage to threaten him. So the only way she could think of to break the deadlock was to fight alongside Arslan.

Jumping down might offer a glimmer of hope, but how can I maximize my chances of survival? Please hand me a rope; it will save me from death.

She drew her three-stone iron bow, and with an arrowhead pointing towards Sirius, aimed at the crescent moon.

Xiao Yinshi said, "Zhu Qi, give it to her."

After the two figures disappeared from sight, Zhu Qi asked, "Master, are we just going to let them go like this?"

The moonlight, like water, poured down from the vast sky. Xiao Yinshi stepped out of his wheelchair, his tall and slender figure bathed in a soft glow. He leaned down at the bottom of the cliff, his voice devoid of emotion, "To take, one must first give. In three days, I will settle the old and new scores with her."