Chapter 68 Chapter 68 After Li Qinglian went up, he looked...
After Li Qinglian went up, he couldn't see clearly how Li Baili and Li Hanshuang were fighting, but he could still feel that they were fighting very fiercely.
Moreover, Li Qinglian was more shocked and terrified watching the fight between Li Baili and Li Hanshuang here than watching the fight from the ground.
Because when I watched it from the ground, I just felt that it was a big battle.
If you look closely, you will instantly feel how small and weak you are, just like an ordinary person facing a natural disaster that he is powerless to stop. He can only moan and mourn, tremble all over, and be speechless.
As an immortal cultivator, Li Qinglian realized for the first time that he was actually just a mortal and was far from becoming an immortal, because in the face of such a powerful battle, he was no different from an unarmed child.
In other words, Li Hanshuang and Li Baili did not intend to target him deliberately, otherwise, he would not have been able to stand here and would have fallen from the clouds involuntarily and landed on the ground.
He was stunned for a long while, and suddenly he was a little scared. He couldn't make a sound for a while. After trembling for a long time, he managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat hoarsely, and said to the two people fighting opposite him: "You two! There are so many people watching below! Harmony is the most important thing! Harmony is the most important thing!"
The two people seemed not to hear anything, which is normal. When you concentrate on doing something, you can't hear anything around you.
Li Qinglian thought for a moment, raised her voice, and said, "Maybe there's some misunderstanding? Should we ask for clarification? If everyone talks it out, maybe everything will be fine!"
Li Baili and Li Hanshuang stopped.
"Then tell me, what exactly is going on?" Li Baili pulled out Li Hanshuang's sword and asked without any politeness, pointing at him.
This situation and scene are just like many years ago.
Li Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, and her eyes immediately turned red. She gritted her teeth and stared at him with her red eyes. There were tears in her eyes, but there were no real tears, only sadness.
When Li Baili was looked at by him like this, she seemed to realize that the way she pulled out his sword and pointed it at him coincided with the day when they broke up many years ago.
The hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.
Li Qinglian looked at the scene and blinked, thinking that this was a good opportunity to mediate. He wanted to step forward and say a few words to calm them down, but his whole body was stiff, cold and scared, and he could not move. He did not even dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting their attention and being killed immediately.
After hesitating for a while, Li Qinglian stood there trembling. He felt that it was already very good that he could still stand here. He could not ask for more. He had done what he should do, and the rest was up to fate.
Li Hanshuang stared at Li Baili for a while, then lowered his eyes and looked away.
Li Baili avoided his gaze. When he looked away, she raised her sword again and pointed it at him. Her eyes turned red and she almost questioned him with tears in her eyes, "Why don't you speak?"
The sound was like the sound of tearing some expensive silk, filled with the emptiness of indulgence after a life of decadence and luxury, as well as the deeply hidden pain of regret.
Li Hanshuang's heart trembled, as if he realized for the first time that this matter was not only his own pain, but also the other party's. A bitter smile appeared on his face, followed by self-mockery that could not be suppressed, like an ancient well broken by a small stone, with unstoppable waves on the surface of the water.
Li Hanshuang raised her eyes and looked at Li Baili. Her eyes were still red, but there were no tears in them. There was just a sad expression that seemed to be smiling but not laughing, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.
It was an expression that looked like crying even though it was smiling.
Li Qinglian looked at that expression, and for a moment, he felt that Li Hanshuang was like a glass ball full of cracks. As long as others applied a little force, he would involuntarily break into thousands of pieces, just like his heart.
Li Baili's pupils trembled, and she subconsciously tried to avoid Li Hanshuang's gaze, but she gritted her teeth and stood there, staring at Li Hanshuang, demanding an answer.
In those eyes that were staring straight at Li Hanshuang, there were layers of waves, dripping water, inexplicable stubbornness, the damp and gloomy mood of a rainy season many years ago, mildew crawling on the corners of the wall, dark shadows, the texture of a cracked mirror, the light reflected by a sharp sword, and the pain of broken glass all over the ground.
But when Li Hanshuang looked at those eyes, he still felt as if he was seeing the colorful glass marbles in the courtyard under the sun many years ago.
Glass is cold, colors are bright, and sunlight is warm.
The shadows of the trees are swaying and difficult to distinguish.
The wind blew, and there was a rustling sound.
It seemed to be still summer, the weather was hot, and the person was right in front of me. I vaguely remember that he was smiling, his smile was gentle, and the fragrance of tea was refreshing.
But those things happened a long time ago, and the past is dark and cannot be retrieved.
Li Hanshuang sneered, his voice hoarse and sad, with a hint of sobbing, sounding like the crying voice that floated in from many years ago, mixed with a little funeral flute sound: "What do you want me to say?"
Li Baili stared at him, her red eyes filled with bitter and astringent tears. She seemed to be extremely angry and in pain. She suddenly opened her mouth and spat out blood.
It was extremely bright red blood with a fishy smell, like the blood of a man who had died many years ago as the memories of the demon's reincarnation revived.
He died on the day of the breakup, but he could not find peace. Until today, he finally realized that everything was irreversible, and even the last bit of unwillingness would disappear completely.
Li Qinglian was suddenly startled.
Li Hanshuang was faster than him. In almost the blink of an eye, he grabbed Li Baili. He was so fast as if he was afraid, afraid that if he hesitated for even a second, he would not be able to catch anything.
The hand was trembling slightly, as if it couldn't accept it, but it was very strong. The skin was pale, the veins were slightly raised, and the fingertips were white due to the force, and they were especially red, as if there was blood from somewhere.
Li Baili tried to shake off his hand, but she seemed to have no strength left, or maybe she was too emotional, or maybe she didn't want him to leave at all, so she didn't shake it off.
Li Hanshuang lifted Li Baili's face with his other hand. Li Baili stared at him indignantly. Her face was as rosy as peach blossoms, her skin was as white as jade. She looked more lively than before, as if she was alive at this moment.
Li Hanshuang obviously understood this better than anyone else, and he cherished this subtle and hard-earned emotion even more. While staring at Li Baili, he used the thumb of the hand that was pinching Li Baili's face to rub the blood on the corner of Li Baili's lips bit by bit.
It is warm and humid, with a hint of coolness, like unmelted snow in the air, or frost on a window in winter. But it is such a bright red color, like a poisonous flower, making people reluctant to look away, and even unable to bear to blame it.
His hands were very strong, as if he was cleaning up traces of the past, but also as if he was leaving a mark of his present. Li Baili was so angry that she bit him hard, on his fingertips.
Li Hanshuang trembled, but did not take his hand back. He just stared at him silently, and an expression that was neither a smile nor a smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying it, or as if he was satisfied, fighting for a moment of pleasure between morning and night.
Li Baili made a "Pooh" sound and spat out the finger.
Li Hanshuang suddenly forced him into her arms. Her face, which was usually pale and blue, suddenly had a faint blush. She gritted her teeth, but refused to let go.
Li Baili struggled again, but still failed to break free. Then he seemed to have given up on himself and slammed his head into Li Hanshuang's chest, as if he wanted to kill him, and never looked up again.
Li Qinglian could see a faint pink color on Li Baili's ears, like peach blossoms that had floated from somewhere, stuck there, and stayed there, refusing to leave.
Li Qinglian stared at the pink for a moment, then suddenly realized what she had seen. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and covered her face helplessly: "I didn't see anything!"
Li Hanshuang glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "It doesn't matter if they see it, and it doesn't matter if you tell others. I don't care about them."
Having said that, Li Hanshuang hugged Li Baili a little tighter, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.
Li Qinglian might not really dare to tell anyone.
But after hearing this, Li Qinglian felt that they didn't seem to want to kill her, so she breathed a sigh of relief and asked quietly, "Should we go down now? They might be getting impatient!"
"You go down first." Li Hanshuang suddenly laughed. Li Qinglian had never seen him laugh like that before. It was a very light, bright and lively laugh, as if he had thrown away all his worries in an instant, and all his sorrows had completely disappeared. After today, there would be no tomorrow. "Tell them we will be back in a while."
Li Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that although Li Hanshuang did not smell of alcohol, he was actually drunk. He was no longer sober when he drank the first glass of wine.
"But," Li Qinglian hesitated, "If they ask what you are doing, what should I say?"
Li Hanshuang sneered and returned to his usual calmness, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain overlooking all living things. No one was worthy of his attention. He raised his chin slightly, revealing a bit of arrogance as the best in the world: "Do they dare to ask? If they have the guts, let them come up to me! I want to see whether they really want to know!"
Li Qinglian choked.
really.
The people below were too busy panicking to care what they did when they came back later.
Maybe people thought that the two of them went to a place to have a life-and-death duel. After the duel, it took some time for the bleeding to stop and the wounds to heal before they slowly came back. It wouldn't be strange.
Li Qinglian nodded: "Okay, I'll go down now."
I hope they keep their word.
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