Chapter 27 A line of poetry still holds resentment for my brother, but do you really not...

"Brother Yuhen, I'm here." From the depths of the hazy mist, a girl with a butterfly hairpin ran lightly out.

Jiaojiao quickly grabbed Liu Yuhen's clothes and ran into another thick fog.

Upon seeing her figure, Liu Yuhen finally managed to exhale a breath as if he had learned to breathe again, and was completely at ease.

He followed behind her, stepping into the increasingly thick and eerie fog.

Without the slightest hesitation, he felt as if she were all around him.

He'd take anyone who wanted to be with her. His only fear was never seeing her again; that would be stepping into hell.

Xiao Qiuyu didn't know where the fog came from, and he was even more afraid that it was poisoned. After holding his breath and concentrating for a moment, the thin fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, and he looked closely and saw Liu Yuhen and Jiaojiao in front of him.

Before he could even ask a question, Jiaojiao said anxiously, "Let's go!"

Go, how do we get there?

Just as doubts began to form in his mind, the fog before him suddenly dissipated, just as it had appeared.

He frowned and looked behind him, but it was still a thick fog, and the few men in blue robes must have been enveloped in it.

At this moment, it is clearly impossible to concern ourselves with investigating this strange mystery.

Xiao Qiuyu and Liu Yuhen, carrying Jiaojiao, used their lightness skills to enter the deep mountains without stopping for a moment.

They traveled at breakneck speed for an unknown amount of time, but the assassins from the Green Robe Pavilion still hadn't caught up, so they finally stopped.

Xiao Qiuyu was still shaken, but her eyes burned with intense anger and hatred.

He has done enough for Shangguan Feiyan, even willing to give up his dignity.

But she was so eager to kill him.

Yes, she has found Lu Xiaofeng.

Naturally, there is no longer a need for a mere Xiao Qiuyu.

Perhaps it was seeing Liu Yuhen and Jiaojiao in their current state that made him suddenly unable to bear being trampled on like this.

The smile on his face vanished, and he said quietly, "I'm afraid the three of us will all become victims of the Green Robe Pavilion's swords."

The three people he referred to were himself, Liu Yuhen, and Dugu Fang.

Of course, after this incident, Jiaojiao would inevitably become a target of pursuit.

Xiao Qiuyu was able to find her way here by following the clues, and the Great Golden Roc King will only know more clearly and be even less forgiving.

He fell silent. Liu Yuhen's sharp eyes turned cold. He bent down and slowly embraced Jiaojiao, holding her tightly as if he wanted to build a wall with his breasts to envelop her.

He said with a deep look in his eyes, "It's not like there's no way at all."

Xiao Qiuyu looked up, and their eyes met in mid-air.

Suddenly, they all said in unison, "Lu Xiaofeng."

"Lu Xiaofeng".

Yes, isn't there always someone in the world who loves to meddle in other people's business?

Moreover, this man and his friends are already caught in the middle of the situation.

Even a seemingly useless move can teach the Great Golden Roc King what it means to have a huge impact from a single move.

Xiao Qiuyu sighed and said, "That's right."

Having said that, he leaped lightly and went in the opposite direction from the two of them.

Liu Yuhen watched his retreating figure, her pupils flickering slightly, and said with her head down, "Let's go."

Jiaojiao, unable to grasp the deeper meaning of their conversation, asked, "Where are you going?"

Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue and conflict. He couldn't escape it, but he had to.

He had to escape with Jiaojiao.

He hoped everything would end as he envisioned. He no longer wished to interfere in or be interfered with in the ups and downs of the martial world.

He said, "Let's go to a faraway place, a place where nobody knows us."

He lowered his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly, and said, word by word, "Only us."

"Are you... willing?"

"I do."

Her answer was crisp and resounding.

Liu Yuhen temporarily found a small wooden cabin deep in the mountains. The mountains were sparsely populated and the scenery was far less beautiful than Yu Qingshan, but it was still peaceful and warm when the shadows of the mountains grew longer at sunset.

There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. People who go up the mountain to gather or hunt usually don't go this deep, and their footprints are all over the foot of the mountain.

The room was small, with only one inner room for resting, and a thin layer of dust covered everything within sight.

This was where he used to rest and stop, where he would lie alone, covered in dust and blood, until dawn.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Jiaojiao outside the house, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. Although the wooden house was still so narrow and rough, it looked bright everywhere at this moment.

With her back to him, Jiaojiao seemed to sense his gaze and suddenly blurted out hesitantly, "Brother Yuhen, why don't you ask me... what's going on with that fog?"

Liu Yuhen didn't need to pay special attention to notice that she was nervously holding her breath.

He sighed inwardly.

In a few steps, Liu Yuhen had already reached Jiaojiao's back, his gaze falling from top to bottom on her trembling eyelashes, and he said, word by word, "As long as you are by my side, that's enough."

He glanced discreetly at Jiaojiao's palm, which had been scratched by a withered branch; it was smooth and delicate, without even a trace of redness.

But so what?

The whereabouts of Yu Qingshan are unknown, and the words spoken by Xiao Qiuyu and Lu Xiaofeng are also inexplicable. Her sudden disappearance and reappearance are even more inexplicable.

But so what? There are too many things in this world that don't necessarily need an answer. As long as she's by my side, that's enough.

All he wanted was her.

Jiaojiao turned to the side, looked up at him, and a tiny glimmer of light in her eyes reached the other side at that moment.

He simply said, "Everything in the house is ready. Just tell me what you want in the future."

Jiaojiao loosened her grip on the small daisy in her hand and whispered, "I know you'll buy them for me."

The tone of his voice was both earnest and subtly joyful, as if he had accepted a predetermined answer.

Before Liu Yuhen could realize anything was wrong, she heard her say again, "Because you love me."

He was taken aback, and said with mixed feelings, "Yes, I love you."

She smiled brightly, as if countless tiny fireworks had exploded in her heart. Suddenly, she took a deep breath and magically pulled a hair ribbon from her sleeve.

A smile touched her eyes and brows as she cheerfully announced, "I love you too."

Her tone was as if she were excitedly announcing to someone that she had finally understood her favorite line of poetry!

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuhen heard a deafening bell ringing in his ears, so loud that he lost his balance.

His body weight shifted backward instinctively, but his single eye remained fixed on the black hair ribbon in her palm.

The design was delicately embroidered with intertwined vines in silver thread. It wasn't particularly eye-catching, but it seemed to have captivated his soul, preventing him from looking away even a fraction of an inch.

He asked, stunned, "What?"

His words were stiff, hesitant, and at a loss.

No one knew that his heart had stopped turning.

Jiaojiao patiently repeated, "I love you!"

Her tone conveyed a sense of surprise that she couldn't possibly not understand.

Liu Yuhen stood rooted to the spot, not daring to step forward. He lowered his head as if burned, trying to hide himself in some shadow. Suppressing the palpitations and the burning sensation of his trembling body, he said slowly and sadly, "If you understood love, you wouldn't say that."

His words were so bitter, but his heart did not sink; instead, it soared high, almost to the clouds.

He was tormented by a mixture of fear and anticipation for Jiaojiao's answer, a feeling that made him want to curl up in fear.

He is truly an extremely contradictory person; he is the one who craves to be loved, yet he is also the one who refuses to believe.

Jiaojiao was a little angry, and she corrected, "I just love you. Third Aunt said that love means giving you whatever you want and wanting to buy you anything good you see."

“I thought I didn’t understand love, but I had already thought of buying it for you before she even said it. And after thinking about it, it’s true, I’m willing to give you anything you want.”

Liu Yuhen raised his single, dark eye, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

A voice in his head told him, "It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this."

But his heart had softened enough that he was willing to drown in this warm riverbed.

He didn't say anything, but Jiaojiao happily ran over to tie his hair ribbon.

He was like a mindless puppet, his lips moving slightly, not knowing what he was saying, only saying, "It's late today, just lie down and we'll be done, no need to tie it..."

Jiaojiao said with dissatisfaction, "Brother Yuhen, I can tie it for you again tomorrow."

She gathered Liu Yuhen's slightly cool, dark hair and carefully tied the hairband on it. The waist-length dark hair was tied into a ponytail behind her, with silver threads interwoven in it.

He was tall and upright, and when he tied his hair up in a ponytail, he exuded a sharp and spirited air.

Jiaojiao hugged his neck from behind, and said with joy and satisfaction, "So handsome!"

If someone else had said those words to Liu Yuhen, it would have been laced with sarcasm and contempt.

And Liu Yuhen would definitely kill him without hesitation.

But it was Jiaojiao, and it was precisely in her words that all the beauty and romance of the world were contained.

He turned around, his body trembling weakly, his trembling gaze falling on her, his eyes uncontrollably following the hair that gently fluttered across her forehead.

In that instant, Liu Yu felt an irresistible urge to raise his hand and touch her soft hair.

Will it feel like soft, fluffy snow?

"It's a pity he no longer has hands," he thought sadly.

He couldn't help but feel bothered that he was a person who was disfigured and missing limbs.

"It doesn't look good." He heard his own voice, barely audible, as if it were drifting from somewhere very far away.

Jiaojiao suddenly walked up to him with concern and seriousness, and asked cautiously, "Brother Yuhen, do you really not understand love at all?"

Otherwise, how could you not understand that when you love someone, you wouldn't care about their appearance?

How could Liu Yuhen not understand love? What he doesn't understand is being loved.

He was speechless, and tried to explain in a hoarse voice, "That Liu San Niang only said that because she wanted to make money."

"But I think she's right. I'm most afraid of people wanting what's on me, but if it's you, I'm willing. Brother Yuhen, are you willing? Or can you teach me what you think love is, and I'll listen to see if I'm right?"

The little butterfly spirit is also very reasonable. She may not understand love, but she can distinguish right from wrong!

Liu Yuhen said with difficulty, "Of course I'm willing. Even if you ask me to die for you, I will have no complaints."

"I'm just afraid I'm not giving you enough."

He couldn't answer the last question.