Chapter 58 The Storm Is Brewing
The moonlight, like a flowing silver pump, meandered down from the eaves of the small courtyard.
Huali tiptoed and pushed open a crack in the door. The damp air outside mingled with the warm fragrance inside, and her tense back subconsciously relaxed.
Ao Bai squinted at her, "You look like a middle-aged man who's out drinking and carousing and afraid of getting scolded by his wife when he gets home..."
Huali glanced at it, "What do you know, you little cat? This is called a sense of propriety. It's really impolite to make noise when other people are sleeping."
Ao Bai, who often did parkour after Hua Li fell asleep: "..."
The moment the door hinges turned, Huali slipped inside.
Before my pupils could adjust to the darkness, a hoarse voice rushed towards me.
"Are you injured?"
Huali was startled and subconsciously looked down to find that there were indeed some bloodstains on her cuffs, which she hadn't even noticed herself.
The glass lamp in the room lit up instantly, and Wen Jin sat on the couch watching her.
From Huali's perspective, half of his profile was shrouded in shadow, and the part of his face that wasn't covered was shockingly white, with a small red mole embedded on it like a drop of blood hanging in the air.
Before Huali could speak, Wen Jin's expression suddenly changed.
"You went to see Solly?" His pale gold eyes were icy, and the last two words were as cold as winter snow. "He hurt you?"
For a moment, Karin didn't know whether to call him a dog with a nose or to marvel at how this familiar, self-absorbed moment had finally arrived, albeit belatedly.
Seeing that she was awake, Huali waved her hand and said, "I originally planned to go find Qizhi today, but something unexpected happened. I didn't see her, but I saw Wen Tingyun and the Demon King Suoli instead."
Wen Jin looked at the girl's slightly tired face, pursed his lips and remained silent, then picked up a handkerchief from the copper basin and handed it to her.
Huali took it naturally, then sat down next to him without any suspicion, saying mysteriously, "I heard some big news over there. Do you want to know what it is?"
Wen Jin looked into the girl's bright eyes, his fingertips twitching slightly. "What?"
"Soli teamed up with six other demon kings to create some kind of grand formation, intending to kill the Demon Lord and Wen Tingyun on the day of the new moon! Explosive, right?"
"Hmm." Wen Jin nodded, but his gaze fell on the handkerchief in Hua Li's hand.
The sound of water was exceptionally clear in the night. After wringing out the water, Huali gently wiped her neck and hands; the bluish veins rose and fell slightly with her breath, revealing the shape of her collarbone...
Wen Jin lowered his eyes.
Hua Li had originally wondered if Wen Jin, after learning of Suo Li's plan to kill him and take his place, would either turn him into the next Cheng Yuan or simply scoff at him and call him an idiot.
But there was nothing, or rather, in Wen Jin's eyes, Suoli was not even as good as Cheng Yuan.
Perhaps because her expression was too vivid, Wen Jin spoke up: "Don't approach the main hall unless necessary, especially Suoli. His cultivation is far above yours, and the two envoys beside him are both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Although he is foolish, his strength is above average among the Seven Kings."
Karin nodded, then suddenly realized, "Why are you telling me all this?"
Wen Jin remained silent, only raising his hand to use his spiritual power to dispel the disgusting smell from Hua Li's body, like a dragon surveying its precious treasure, not allowing anyone to touch it even a little bit.
Huali was a little uneasy.
She'd been feeling that Wen Jin's gaze was strange lately, but it didn't quite feel like murderous intent. She just couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with it.
Wen Jin didn't speak, but casually reached out and took the handkerchief from her hand. "The water's cold."
Karin immediately noticed the bloodstains on his arm. "How did you get hurt again?"
"Minor injury, nothing serious."
“Even a minor injury is still an injury,” Huali said, her eyes full of disapproval.
Wen Jin lowered his eyes and let her carefully bandage him, then suddenly said, "Whatever you do, don't act alone on Shuoyue Day."
"You shouldn't have acted alone. You hadn't finished your resurrection period at that time, so don't do anything reckless."
Let's cut it into larger pieces before we talk about anything.
Wen Jin remained silent, then suddenly reached out his hand.
Huali looked down into his palm and saw a small Life-Giving Pill.
In order to help the little demon master recover from his injuries, Huali was forced to use all of her Life-Giving Pills for external application.
They even made a special bill for it, just waiting to settle the accounts clearly after the small cut.
So where did this come from?
Seeing that Huali didn't move, Wen Jin's ears turned a suspicious red, and he said impatiently, "Eat!"
Before Karin could speak, he roughly shoved the pill into her mouth, his expression as if he were sending her on her way.
In a flash, Huali suddenly remembered that she did indeed give him a Life-Giving Pill...
Ao Bai looked at Hua Li with a mixture of shock and admiration in his eyes.
Sure enough, it started again.
He tried to pry open the host's blockhead: "While the Life-Sustaining Pill is useless for restoring the Demon Lord's spiritual power, it can effectively stop bleeding and heal external injuries. You were given only one that wasn't even used for healing, tsk..."
Huali Xizi clutched her heart: "My child has grown up; he knows how to care for others now..."
Ao Bai: "Why don't you take a closer look at his eyes?"
*
For several days in a row, the entire royal city was shrouded in rain and mist.
Huali watched as the hydrangea in the corner trembled in the rain, its tiny flowers curling up their leaves, waiting for a sunny day that would never come.
Anxiety flashed across her face.
After that day, Karin went to the main hall twice more, while Sori, who always enjoyed drinking and revelry, stayed at the altar behind the main hall.
Slaves were brought to the arena in droves, their fates unknown.
Now that more than half of the two-month period has passed, she still hasn't come up with a good way to get around the two envoys beside Solly.
The only chance right now is the new moon. If Suoli really overestimates himself and declares himself king, then he will inevitably have to fight Wen Tingyun.
Wen Tingyun was a meticulous man and must have already noticed the clues.
She needs to find a way to sneak in and wait until Wen Tingyun has absorbed most of the firepower before trying to pick up a loose piece of the action.
Suddenly, a familiar figure walked gracefully towards them from afar. Huali, who had been waiting for over an hour, immediately stood up: "Yangliu."
Yang Liu was surprised to see Hua Li. "What are you doing here instead of working in the kitchen?"
"There's something I want to ask you." As soon as Huali approached, Yangliu's expression changed instantly, and she covered her mouth and nose and began to gag.
vomit--
Huali: "..."
"What do you smell like? You stink!" Yang Liu looked up and said sharply, "Get out of the way!"
Huali opened the food box in her hand, inside were two rows of soft, white, and plump sweet cakes. She suspected that Yangliu was deliberately targeting her, "How could it smell bad when it's fresh out of the oven?"
Yang Liu raised an eyebrow upon seeing this: "Then why do I feel like vomiting when I smell it—"
A lightbulb went off in Karin's head, "You wouldn't be pregnant..."
"Shut up!" Yang Liu interrupted Hua Li sharply, her beautiful face contorting in pain. "Why is my sense of smell deteriorating too... that Gu..."
Realizing something, she stopped abruptly, turned to the maid beside her, and shouted sharply, "Where is Steward Gao?"
"Chief Steward Gao is at the sacrificial altar with the King..." The maid saw Yang Liu taking a step to leave and quickly stopped her: "You mustn't go, Your Highness. You are different from those people... You will be fine."
Yang Liu pretended to be calm, but her trembling body betrayed her.
In that instant, she abruptly turned her head to look at Huali.
The girl's pale yellow dress shone like a small, radiant sun on the rainy day, and her bright eyes were free of any gloom.
Yang Liu's fingertips dug into her palm, and resentment spread like a tide. Why?
Why is it that she lives a life worse than death every day, while she can be so carefree, and even after her face was disfigured, she wasn't sent to the arena to become a slave to be slaughtered at will!
Yang Liu forced herself to calm down, stared intently at Hua Li for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed, "Didn't you want to know Qi Zhi's whereabouts?"
Her eyes flashed with malice as she pointed towards the main hall: "There, in three days, all of them will become sacrifices, at the mercy of others..."
"If you want to save her, then go ahead... Do you dare?"
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