Chapter 43 Wandering in the Painting (Part 3) The Best Things in the World Are Not Persistent
After returning from the far north, Huo Yunfeng no longer stayed at Plum Blossom Villa. When Mei Zhiying asked him why, Huo Yunfeng only said that he needed to settle Ning Hanshuang first.
So the two bought a three-courtyard house not far from the villa and settled down. Mei Zhiying began to busy herself with her forging business, while Xi Ling went back to Xibao to handle affairs. For a time, everyone was busy.
Huo Yunfeng's life was relatively leisurely. Despite facing Ning Hanshuang's cold face every day, he was unusually energetic and would always try to make Ning Hanshuang smile.
"If all else fails, just smile, take pity on me!" Huo Yunfeng gave in again.
Ning Hanshuang was too lazy to pay attention to him. The summer heat was already irritating enough, and with Huo Yunfeng, such an annoying person, by her side, it was really hard for her to have a good expression.
Huo Yunfeng sighed repeatedly, looking at the bright red flowers with a worried expression.
A fleeting moment of bloom, followed by autumn's withering. He clenched his palms helplessly, a sense of defeat at the hands of fate washing over him.
...
The incident occurred one night.
That night, Huo Yunfeng, as usual, set out a table of fine wine for a solitary drink, while Ning Hanshuang slowly sipped her tea and, gazing at the moonlight, uttered one of the few sentences she had spoken in recent days:
Ning Hanxue is dead.
Huo Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, then put down his wine glass. He seemed somewhat incredulous, his eyes wide.
"Dead?"
He was somewhat incredulous: "How did you know?"
Ning Hanshuang didn't answer the question. She took another sip of tea and continued, "The Zhaixing Pavilion collapsed."
These two sentences rang in Huo Yunfeng's ears like a muffled thunderclap. His first thought was that the people who fought over the Heavenly Snow Lotus that day had killed Ning Hanxue. So he asked, "Do you know what Ning Hanxue wants the Heavenly Snow Lotus for?"
Ning Hanshuang glanced at him: "How should I know?"
After saying that, she turned around and went back to her room to rest without looking back, leaving Huo Yunfeng alone, bewildered in the wind.
Huo Yunfeng thought about it carefully. Whether Ning Hanxue was dead or alive, or whether Zhaixing Pavilion had collapsed or not, seemed to have nothing to do with him. So he patted his behind and went to sleep.
A long time passed, and by the time Mei Zhiying could no longer bear the monotonous and tedious life of forging and wanted to go out and play, it was already early winter.
Early winter isn't too cold yet; the air still carries the dry, lifeless feeling of autumn, which is swept away by the cold winter air, brutally tearing open the final chapter of the season.
Huo Yunfeng was in low spirits and looked rather listless. Ning Hanshuang stood beside him, and the two of them looked like a block of wood and a block of ice.
This time, Ning Hanshuang was temporarily added to the three-person team. Mei Zhiying pondered for a long time in front of the post station and finally decided to go to the Kesu Desert in the northwest.
Huo Yunfeng had gotten used to Mei Zhiying's wild imagination, but Xi Ling was still a little worried that her body might not be able to withstand the dry and hot weather in the desert.
Mei Zhiying didn't take it seriously: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm used to it, I'm in front of the sword-forging furnace every day."
Xi Ling couldn't argue with Mei Zhiying, so Mei Zhiying made the final decision, and the group headed towards the Kesu Desert.
Inside the carriage, Ning Hanshuang, who had been silent, spoke:
“There is a magical plant in the Kesu Desert,” she paused for a moment, looking at Huo Yunfeng, “Don’t touch it, and definitely don’t eat it.”
Huo Yunfeng was completely bewildered: "What kind of plant is it?"
Ning Hanshuang ignored him.
Huo Yunfeng's forehead throbbed; sometimes he really wanted to pry open Ning Hanshuang's brain to see what was inside.
Mei Zhiying winked at Huo Yunfeng, and Huo Yunfeng miraculously understood her teasing.
“I knew Ning Hanshuang and Ning Hanxue must be sisters,” Mei Zhiying said with her eyes.
That's right.
Huo Yunfeng closed his eyes.
They're all the same kind of riddle tellers, equally despicable.
When the carriage arrived in Liluo City, something unexpected happened.
Mei Zhiying and her group originally planned to rest in the more distant Fengzhi City, but when they passed by Liluo, they encountered a man in black who claimed to be Lin Youbie's junior brother. He saw that Mei Zhiying looked familiar and asked if he could give him a ride.
Mei Zhiying said in surprise, "Although I don't have much personal relationship with Miss Lin, I've never heard of her having a junior brother."
The man's smile remained unchanged, but his fox-like eyes darkened. He took out a waist tag from his pocket, with the word "Saint" written on the front and "Jie Fenglian" on the back.
“I’ve been traveling for a long time, so it’s not surprising that my senior sister doesn’t mention me often.”
“Even if you are, this isn’t the road to the Holy Mountain.” Mei Zhiying tapped her head, looking very puzzled.
Jie Fenglian: "To be honest, I heard about Xie Yun's health condition halfway through the journey. I remembered that there was a plant in the Kesu Desert that was good for his illness. When I saw that you mentioned the Kesu Desert in the carriage earlier, I thought I would hitch a ride and travel together."
Ning Hanshuang looked up at him.
Seeing his sincerity, and considering that the carriage could fit five people, Mei Zhiying agreed. However, this back-and-forth took up a lot of time, so the group had to settle down in Liluo and rest for a while.
Liluo is famous for its sweet pears, but there are no pears available at this time of year in early winter. Mei Zhiying took a small pear from the inn, cut it in two, and took a bite. It was dry and astringent, and she could hardly swallow it. She vomited it out with a "whoosh".
The separated pears were scattered on the table, lying in disarray.
As night fell, Huo Yunfeng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, a sense of unease settling in his heart. After a moment's thought, he put on his outer robe, grabbed a flask of wine, and went out alone.
Pear trees can be seen everywhere in Pear City, but in the bleak winter, the trees are bare and the beauty is nowhere to be seen.
Huo Yunfeng picked a tree that was barely acceptable, sat down on the ground under it, and tilted his head back to drink.
Ning Hanshuang witnessed everything in the inn. She opened the window, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at the dejected Huo Yunfeng under the tree. Under the warm lamplight, he looked like a goddess.
"Was it this much of a blow to you after you learned that the curse of laurel wreath was unbreakable?" Ning Hanshuang asked.
"Knowing that you are about to die, and in that way, anyone would feel sad for a while!"
Ning Han Shuang remained silent.
It was late at night, and Ning Hanshuang was still gazing at Huo Yunfeng, but the drunken Huo Yunfeng had already fallen asleep leaning against a tree. Ning Hanshuang was about to close the window and go to sleep when she heard a strange noise.
She turned her head toward the source of the sound and saw a black hem of clothing flash past her eyes.
The sound that attracted her was like the dull thud of wood hitting a person's body. Ning Hanshuang's expression remained unchanged, but her movements were clean and swift.
She first threw a pebble to wake Huo Yunfeng, then quickly climbed out the window and chased after him, leaving the dazed Huo Yunfeng with only one sentence: "The visitor is ill-intentioned."
Before Huo Yunfeng could even worry, Ning Hanshuang disappeared into the night. He frowned, but decided to return to the inn to wake Mei Zhiying and the other two. He gave them a brief explanation and was about to give chase when Xi Ling stopped him.
Xi Ling: "The night is dark. Since Miss Ning went after him alone, she must be confident. If you also leave, it's hard to guarantee that we won't get separated."
Mei Zhiying: "Who are those people? Are they coming for us?"
Huo Yunfeng shook his head, clearly not understanding either.
Jie Fenglian unfolded her fan, covering half her face, and smiled, "Miss Ning will understand when she returns."
Ning Hanshuang did not return home all night, and did not return to the inn until noon the next day.
Everyone was a little tired by this time. Huo Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ning Hanshuang finally return. He stepped forward and took her hand: "Are you alright?"
Ning Hanshuang gave him a strange look, withdrew her hand, and threw a severed hand on the ground.
The group was shocked, staring at the bloodstained severed hand with disbelief and uncertainty.
Ning Hanshuang: "This person is the withered tree ghost, who participated in the killing of Ning Hanxue not long ago."
Huo Yunfeng's expression changed drastically!
He originally thought that Ning Hanxue's death had nothing to do with them, but he never expected that the fire at the city gate would affect the innocent bystanders.
Mei Zhiying, unaware that Ning Hanxue was dead, exclaimed in surprise, "Your sister is dead?"
Ning Hanshuang emphasized again: "She is not my sister."
Mei Zhiying readily agreed: "Alright, but what does Ning Hanxue's death have to do with us?"
Ning Hanshuang: "Naturally, people died, the building collapsed, but the Heavenly Snow Lotus disappeared."
Mei Zhiying realized what was happening, and her face turned very pale: "So, as the last people to have contact with Ning Hanxue..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant.
Huo Yunfeng sighed and comforted himself, "Maybe it's just a coincidence."
However, their hopes were dashed. Since Li Luo set off, they have encountered constant troubles along the way, with more and more desperate criminals setting their sights on Mei Zhiying and her group.
Of the five, Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling were not particularly skilled in martial arts and were difficult to deal with. Xie Fenglian mostly stood by and watched, only occasionally intervening. Only Huo Yunfeng and Ning Hanshuang contributed the most and were exhausted.
Mei Zhiying looked worried as she bandaged Ning Hanshuang's wounds, sighing, "These people are so unreasonable. I've told them countless times that Tian Xuelian isn't here, but they still won't listen."
As she spoke, her hand went limp and she tied an ugly knot for Ning Hanshuang.
The sword, Changsheng, lay to the side, its blade stained with blood.
Mei Zhiying and Ning Hanshuang had just fought off the enemy together, and their hands and feet were still a little weak.
Each of them had their own wounds and looked disheveled, but only Xie Fenglian was completely at ease, leisurely fanning herself in the breeze.
The coachman outside had already refunded the money and run away. When Xi Ling parked the carriage and entered the compartment, the atmosphere became somewhat stagnant.
Ning Hanshuang spoke first: "Mr. Xie, I have a question I'd like to ask you."
Huo Yunfeng was surprised that Ning Hanshuang, who was usually silent, was the first to make a move, and he glanced at her in astonishment.
Ning Hanshuang, without glancing to the side, asked, "You said you were going to the Kesu Desert to retrieve a plant. What's it called?"
Xie Fenglian: "The plant's stems and leaves are bright red, and even its fruit is as fiery as flames, but I really don't know what it's called."
Ning Hanshuang's expression remained unchanged: "The stems, leaves, and fruits are all as hot as flames. If I'm not mistaken, that plant must be called 'Zhuzhu Fruit'."
Jie Fenglian: "Really? You are very learned, young lady."
Ning Hanshuang suddenly launched an attack: "The Zhuzhu fruit has absolutely no effect on curing diseases or healing people, not to mention that there have been constant troubles since we met. What exactly are your intentions?!"
She already had a cold face, and now that she was attacking, she was even more imposing. Huo Yunfeng and Mei Zhiying couldn't help but draw their swords, and the narrow carriage was filled with tension.
Xie Fenglian suddenly burst into laughter: "The Vermilion Pearl Fruit opens up the meridians and enhances martial arts; how can it not be a life-saving medicine? As for those desperate criminals—"
His face was somewhat ferocious: "It's just a little something to do on the journey! Why are you all so bitter and resentful!"
Ning Hanshuang didn't want to say more. Huo Yunfeng and she were of one mind, and the two of them attacked Xie Fenglian together. Unexpectedly, this person was prepared. He lightly used his fan to brush away a sword and a bolt of lightning, and directly broke through the window and went out!
"Gentlemen! The mountains are high and the roads are long, but we can meet in the desert!"
Mei Zhiying's face was grim. Staring at the wind whistling through the car window, she said resentfully, "So it was him who tipped off those people! I was wondering why we were caught so quickly even though we were hiding on the back roads!"
Xi Ling looked worried, staring intently in the direction Xie Fenglian had gone, her eyes deep: "What is the Vermilion Pearl Fruit?"
Ning Hanshuang closed her eyes: "It's none of your business."
...
After Xie Fenglian left, no one bothered Mei Zhiying and her group anymore, which made Mei Zhiying even more convinced that Xie Fenglian was the treacherous person who leaked the information.
She said bitterly, "I really don't know how the Holy Mountain could have produced such a scoundrel!"
Huo Yunfeng looked at the scenery outside the carriage, his brows furrowed, his unease showing no sign of abating.
We were approaching the Kesu Desert, and the air was thick with the heat of the desert.
The vegetation became increasingly sparse, and the sky was filled with yellow sand, making it difficult for the carriage to move. Xi Ling had no choice but to leave the horses at the post station closest to the Kesu Desert.
This city is called Lidun, and to the north it borders the Kesu Desert.
Perhaps due to the harsh climate and underdeveloped economy, it could only be considered a remote border town. The population of Lidun was sparse; Mei Zhiying and her three companions walked the streets without seeing a single person.
Li Dun has many rare and beautiful unique cultures, but Mei Zhiying and her group had no time to appreciate them. They hurried along, hoping to reach the Kesu Desert before Jie Fenglian.
Xi Ling was very interested in the "Vermilion Pearl Fruit" that Ning Hanshuang mentioned, but Ning Hanshuang seemed unwilling to say more, so he didn't dare to ask any further questions.
Ning Hanshuang only said, "When you get to the Kesu Desert, you'll understand what it is."
They thought the journey to Lidun would be smooth sailing and nothing unexpected would happen, but when Mei Zhiying and her three companions headed north out of Lidun, they still encountered uninvited guests.
The wind and sand brushed against my face, brushing over the bright blade of the sword that read "Reporting to My Lord's Will." In the gleaming cold light, my opponent dropped a head.
The head had dried out, and the face was no longer recognizable.
The other party was dressed in blood-red clothes, like a deadly knife in the desert.
"Ning Hanshuang, they don't recognize this head, you don't recognize it either, do you?"
Ning Hanshuang glanced at it once and then looked away, her expression cold, like a block of unmelting ice.
She didn't speak, but Huo Yunfeng immediately understood whose head it was—
Ning Hanxue.
I never imagined she would die such a tragic death...
"Ning Hanshuang, do you know why she took the Heavenly Snow Lotus?"
Ning Hanshuang's eyelids twitched, as if she didn't want to listen to the other person's rambling anymore. She waved her hand, pulled out a bolt of silk, and slapped it straight at his face.
The instant Ning Hanshuang made her move, Huo Yunfeng also moved. He exerted force with his calves, and his "Report to the Emperor's Will" technique, like a golden light, attacked the red-clad man from both sides, one on the left and one on the right.
The opponent, unhurried, first blocked the sword with his palm, then glanced at Huo Yunfeng, and seeing that Bao Junyi was coming with great force, had no choice but to draw out an insect flute to block the sword.
The insect flute, made of some unknown material, made a grinding, teeth-grinding sound when it came into contact with the sword.
The man in red continued, "Ning Hanxue wanted to completely destroy your soul, but unexpectedly, she herself died because of the Heavenly Snow Lotus! Hahahaha! Ning Hanxue, isn't that ridiculous?"
Ning Hanshuang had long anticipated Ning Hanxue's purpose in taking away the Heavenly Snow Lotus, so it wasn't surprising. However, Mei Zhiying, Huo Yunfeng, and Xi Ling were all astonished as they were hearing about it for the first time.
Taking advantage of Huo Yunfeng's momentary daze, the man in red blew the insect flute, and soon, strange noises came from the sand beneath his feet.
He grinned maliciously: "Now that Tian Xuelian has disappeared, since Ning Hanxue wants you dead, I might as well grant her last wish."
After saying that, the man in red quickly flew away. Ning Hanshuang frowned, waved her ribbon and pulled Huo Yunfeng back. The next second, a huge sand scorpion burst out of the ground!
"Hurry up!" Ning Hanshuang shouted coldly. The group snapped out of their daze and immediately ran towards the center of the Kesu Desert!
However, this was just the beginning.
As they ventured deeper into the Kesu Desert, they encountered a constant stream of people who would attack and then flee, leaving the four of them once again exhausted.
The desert night was exceptionally dark and cold. Under the enormous dome and the huge full moon, Huo Yunfeng sat alone by the campfire, keeping watch, but even the small amount of firelight could not warm him.
He felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of bewilderment, and above all, pain.
In this seemingly playful situation, Huo Yunfeng's mastery of the "Report to the Emperor's Will" technique became increasingly refined, and his progress in swordsmanship was clearly visible.
He understood almost instantly why the other party kept putting pressure on them but didn't kill them completely, instead toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse.
The campfire crackled and flickered, and Huo Yunfeng sensed someone approaching.
He didn't say anything.
Ning Hanshuang looked at his bare forearm, the orange-yellow laurel wreath on it seemed to merge with the firelight, twisting and roaring.
She reached out and covered the ugly curse mark, her cold hand resting on her burning skin.
Neither of them spoke. Huo Yunfeng closed his eyes, which seemed to be moist.
"Let's go back." Ning Hanshuang said, lowering her eyes.
"...There's no going back."
...
As dawn broke, Huo Yunfeng, clutching the "Report to the Emperor" sword, continued his journey toward the center of the Kesu Desert, his steps uneven.
He numbly swung his sword, standing at the forefront, watching helplessly as one enemy after another retreated before his eyes, watching helplessly as his emotions were gradually drained away.
Mei Zhiying was the first to notice that something was wrong with Huo Yunfeng. She initially thought he was just too tired, so she forcefully pulled him back and forced him to rest, but she didn't get a response.
Mei Zhiying's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively felt as if she had lost something important.
She belatedly realized that Huo Yunfeng had spoken far too little along the way, even less than Ning Hanshuang, who was not talkative...
Xi Ling grasped Huo Yunfeng's hand, snatched the sword, took a deep breath, and her voice trembled without her even realizing it: "Huo Yunfeng, wake up, wake up..."
Xi Ling grabbed Huo Yunfeng's shoulders, stared at him blankly for a moment, then hugged him tightly, even forgetting their usual banter, and said in a panic, "Don't scare me, what's wrong with you..."
Ning Hanshuang stood to the side, her eyelids lowered, and took the "Report to the Emperor" from Xi Ling's hand. She deftly cut open her own palm and, under the horrified gazes of Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling, fed Huo Yunfeng's mouth little by little with her blood.
Only after Huo Yunfeng licked the blood clean did he finally regain his radiance and become somewhat alive again.
"What...is this going on?"
...
After several days of arduous travel, the group finally saw the legendary Zhuzhu fruit.
Words can hardly describe the shock I felt at that moment.
There is such a vibrant oasis in the desert!
The clear lake water reflects the clear sky like a mirror, and the surrounding area is full of lush shrubs, whose vigorous vitality can be seen even in winter.
The most eye-catching feature is a single red dot among the bushes, bright and beautiful, like a beautiful woman's smile, graceful and charming.
Xi Ling suddenly realized: "That's the Crimson Pearl Fruit?"
He was curious and was about to go forward for a closer look when Huo Yunfeng grabbed Xi Ling, looking wary.
From not far away came Xie Fenglian's voice: "So this is the wonder of the Osmanthus Curse. When I first met you, you were just a novice, and your swordsmanship was at most proficient. I didn't expect that in less than half a month, you would become so sharp."
Along with the sound came Xie Fenglian, who was waving a fan. Behind him were several people with different expressions. Ning Hanshuang glanced at them and immediately spotted several desperate criminals.
The old man with the cane sneered, "Why waste so much breath? Who cares about winning the laurel wreath? We're all going to die here today anyway."
The pale-faced scholar said, "Old Peng, you are mistaken! If this 'plucking the laurel' is truly so wonderful, it is not impossible to spare this boy's life."
The snake woman touched the bamboo viper wrapped around her arm and said, "I don't care about winning the laurel or not. These two little beauties are definitely for me today."
Jie Fenglian snapped her folding fan shut. "Hey, we're having such a lively discussion here, we can't ignore what these kids think."
Mei Zhiying was furious. These people had set a dead end for them while chatting and laughing, and Xie Fenglian still had to pretend. It was disgusting!
Huo Yunfeng sneered, shielding Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling, who were not skilled in martial arts, behind him, while Ning Hanshuang drew her sword and prepared to strike.
Ning Hanshuang said coldly, "The Zhuzhu fruit is right behind you all, why are you so fixated on us?"
Jie Fenglian laughed loudly: "Do you really think I don't know what the Vermilion Pearl Fruit is for?!"
"The Crimson Pearl Fruit is the perfect catalyst. Although consuming it can temporarily enhance martial arts skills, it ultimately turns into a deadly poison! This is clearly tailor-made for the Curse of the Laurel Branch, catalyzing the growth of the curse. What does it have to do with me?"
Huo Yunfeng gritted his teeth, never expecting the truth to come so quickly and with such impact!
No wonder Ning Hanshuang repeatedly warned him to stay away from the Zhuzhu Fruit, now I understand!
Thinking of this, Huo Yunfeng could no longer hold back and drew his sword!
His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his arms were bulging, and the laurel wreath was burning hot. He faced Xie Fenglian with a heart full of anger and hatred for fate!
Xie Fenglian, as expected of a disciple of the Holy Mountain, handled the enraged Huo Yunfeng with relative ease. He gave a signal to the people behind him, and the pale-faced scholar grabbed Huo Yunfeng from the side, while the other two went straight for Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling.
Ning Hanshuang's ribbon seemed to have eyes, striking directly at the eyes of the snake woman and the old man with the cane.
The snake woman, relying on her flexible body, easily bent over and dodged. The old man snorted coldly and slammed his cane heavily into the sand, stopping the momentum.
The snake woman chuckled, "Good sister, why are you so violent? You'll damage her eyes." With that, she raised her arm, and the bamboo viper flew towards Ning Hanshuang's eyes!
Ning Hanshuang was as cold as ice. With a casual wave of her hand, the bamboo viper was cut in two in mid-air. Its blood splattered on the sand and was quickly buried by new yellow sand.
Amid the snake woman's screams, Ning Hanshuang coldly spoke: "Ning Hanxue and I share one soul and two bodies. Didn't she tell you that if one of us dies, the other will gain a complete soul?"
Ning Hanshuang's side was gaining the upper hand with great enthusiasm, while Huo Yunfeng's side was not in a good position.
Xie Fenglian was oblivious to the dangers, and there was also a pale-faced scholar harassing her. One of them had a fan and the other had a pen, which annoyed Huo Yunfeng so much that he wanted to curse them as "pretentious scholars".
Seeing that the snake woman and the old man couldn't do anything to Ning Hanshuang for the time being, Xie Fenglian gave the scholar a wink, and the scholar stopped harassing Huo Yunfeng and went to Ning Hanshuang instead.
Huo Yunfeng was getting anxious. Ning Hanshuang also had to protect Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling. She might be able to handle two people, but three...
As he was thinking this, he misjudged the situation and was caught off guard by Xie Fenglian, who used her folding fan to slash his cheek, leaving a deep bloody mark.
Xie Fenglian chuckled, "So you still have the leisure to worry about others."
Huo Yunfeng gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down, but behind him he kept hearing Ning Hanshuang's muffled groans and Mei Zhiying's forced calm as she swung her sword.
He lost his composure, his mind in disarray, his swordsmanship neither swordsmanship nor knife skills were properly executed, and Xie Fenglian seized the opportunity to attack, inflicting another wound on his chest.
Ning Hanshuang was indeed having a hard time. The pressure of facing three people alone was too great. However, she knew clearly that she could not back down. Once she backed down, the three people exposed to her would be Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling, who were powerless to even kill a chicken.
The woman was ruthless in her fighting style, and because Ning Hanshuang had killed her beloved snake, she had become somewhat insane.
The old man was exceptionally cunning, sending the snake woman ahead while he himself used underhanded tactics from behind. The scholars who joined had a clear objective, heading straight for Mei Zhiying and Xi Ling, leaving Ning Hanshuang overwhelmed and exhausted.
Finally, with a "crack," came the sound of Ning Hanshuang's silk ribbon breaking—
Ignoring the folding fan that was about to pierce his heart, Huo Yunfeng quickly turned around and saw Ning Hanshuang covered in wounds and blood.
Mei Zhiying, her face filled with terror, was still raising her sword to parry;
Xi Ling, who desperately shielded Mei Zhiying, had already had the scholar's pen pierce her chest—
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, as if time itself had been frozen. Huo Yunfeng saw the resentment, anger, fear, and pain on everyone's faces...
His gaze finally settled on Ning Hanshuang's face, and the two looked at each other with sorrow in their eyes.
Zhegui had never been so hot, as if he were buried naked in the Kesu Desert.
He recalled that night at the Xu residence, when Mei Zhiying said, "We should become sworn brothers."
He recalled the joyful expression on Mei Zhiying's face when she gave him the message of "Reporting to You."
He recalled the rare treasures that Xi Ling had given him when he purchased his residence;
He recalled how Xi Ling would always pretend to be disgusted and toss him a pot of fine wine whenever she visited Mei Zhiying…
At this moment, Huo Yunfeng was completely trapped in the curse of winning the laurel wreath.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
