Chapter 133 Bad Luck
Pei Ji's raised arm froze in mid-air, and the expression on his face froze instantly, like a frozen mask.
He probably hadn't completely recovered from the surging emotions, and the muscles on his face were even twitching unconsciously.
To him, the noise from next door was more like a basin of ice water mixture poured over his head - it was freezing cold and painful.
Luo Zhaohan's face turned from pale to blue, and his heart skipped a beat obviously because of the sudden loud noise and the prince's furious roar.
She quickly glanced outside the door, her eyes filled with wariness and suspicion—Oh no! Could the sound of their argument have been heard through? This place was too close to that evil star!
At this critical moment, something even worse happened!
The door of the private room was not closed tightly, leaving a gap for ventilation.
It was this crack! In the corridor outside, hurried and chaotic footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a clear, urgent, yet polite voice: "Miss, please come this way! Watch your step!"
Pei Ji and Luo Zhaohan reacted almost at the same time.
Mu Mingshu and the others are coming out!
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Pei Ji's eyes, and he must not let them see his miserable appearance. He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the emotions that were boiling like oil in his heart.
His hand, which was frozen in mid-air, was retracted like lightning. Before Luo Zhaohan could fully realize what was happening, his big hand suddenly grabbed her waist, and the other hand quickly covered her mouth, which was about to scream out.
"Ugh!" The second half of Luo Zhaohan's scream was blocked.
The light and shadows in front of my eyes spun rapidly.
Pei Ji's movements were incredibly fast, leaving her no time to react. She felt a powerful force spinning her around, her back slamming heavily against the cold antique display case behind her. The two unstable celadon ornaments on the shelf trembled violently, making a small, crisp tinkling sound, but fortunately they didn't fall.
The two people squeezed tightly together in this narrow shadow.
Luo Zhaohan was filled with anger and anxiety, and the pain of having her past exposed just now turned into rage. She didn't care about anything else. She bent her knees, ready to give this bastard a fatal blow!
But just as she lifted her knees a little, Pei Ji whispered in her ear with a strong warning:
"Don't move! If you dare to kick me, try it!"
He warned as he blocked all her possible angles of attack.
At the same time, in the corridor outside the door.
The footsteps have reached the door.
Tinglan's clear voice rang out from outside the door, with just the right amount of respect and reminder: "Miss, Miss Xu, it's easier to go down the stairs this way to the main entrance. The stairs have just been swept, be careful of slippery."
"Yeah." Mu Mingshu responded lightly with a voice that was a bit cold and distant.
Then, the sound of messy footsteps paused briefly at the door, as if taking a look into the private room, but because Pei Ji pressed Luo Zhaohan into the innermost corner, people passing by the door only saw an empty table.
The footsteps did not stop, and soon, a group of people came down the stairs.
As he heard the footsteps fade away, Pei Ji's body, which had been tensed to the limit, suddenly relaxed, like a hard bow that had been stretched to the limit and finally released its string.
He staggered back a small step almost as if exhausted, leaned against the wall beside him, and gasped heavily.
The effort of suppressing the emotions and the physical force that had just erupted consumed most of his mind, and even a thin layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
Luo Zhaohan finally broke free from the iron barrel that had imprisoned him. The first thing he did was to raise his hand and wipe his mouth, which he had just covered, as if there was something dirty on it.
His face flushed red, both from anger and from being too close.
Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire to burn the bastard in front of her to death. She raised her hand and wanted to slap him!
"Pei Ji, you bastard—" She lowered her voice, her voice grinding out through her teeth.
But before her palm was halfway swung, Pei Ji grabbed her wrist again. This time he didn't use the same brute force as when he pulled her just now, but just blocked it.
"Luo Zhaohan!" He gasped, his voice still a little hoarse, but he looked at her intently. "Listen! What happened before was that I, Pei Ji, was a ruthless and cruel person, worse than a pig or a dog. I admit it! You can hit me and scold me however you want!"
He gripped her wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. "But every word I said just now counts. I was the bastard! But now, I'm only saying one thing!"
He paused, then glanced fiercely at the corridor outside the door, as if staring at an invisible enemy.
"Today's situation," he said, emphasizing each word, "the girl from the Mu family being dragged into this is just the beginning! The entrance to the Taoyuan Restaurant is like a Colosseum! Today, the Wei and Gu families, the Third Prince, and even that Prince Guangling upstairs..."
He glanced at the next door and lowered his voice, "None of them are easy to deal with! All they care about is power and life and death! Even a scumbag like me who just watched the show from the other side almost became a clown on the stage today! You can still think that I, Pei Ji, am a pile of mud!"
He suddenly released his grip on her, practically forcing Luo Zhaohan to look him in the face. "But I'm making this clear today! From this moment on! No matter how idiotic or incompetent you are, Luo Zhaohan, I, Pei Ji, will never allow you to be used as a pawn in this kind of situation again, even if it costs me my own life!"
Outside the window, the bright sky had been swallowed up by the thick clouds that had rolled in, leaving it all gray and hazy. A faint, muffled sound of wind rustled past the eaves, carrying with it the fishy smell of damp earth.
A rainstorm seems to be brewing.
Pei Ji's chest heaved. After he finished speaking these harsh words, his whole body was like a taut string that was then cut. Even his hands that were holding onto the wall were a little unstable.
Luo Zhaohan didn't slap her in the end.
His words just now were like a rusty chisel, which pried a hole in Luo Zhaohan's heart.
It was stuffed all at once. It hurt, yet it felt so heavy that it left her speechless for a moment, even her anger was squeezed out.
She watched him lean against the wall, panting, like a fish thrown onto the shore.
The frightened and timid chatter of the young ladies downstairs floated up through the cracks in the window, buzzing like flies attracted by rotten rice and vegetables from the previous night, making people feel even more annoyed and irritated.
At this moment, a very slight "crack" sound was heard, as if something hard was being stepped on and cracked.
The sound came from the direction of the door of Linbo Pavilion next door!
Almost at the same time, Luo Zhaohan's vision, which was a little dazed due to anger and confusion, suddenly focused on the floor under the crack of the door.
A pair of feet!
A pair of muddy men's feet!
This was definitely not the attire of any of the waiters who had previously served food and water in the restaurant next door, and he certainly shouldn't have been in the corner at the door of a private room like theirs.
The owner of these feet had clearly not anticipated the noise of stepping on something, and their movements froze abruptly. For a mere moment, like the reaction of a predator lurking in the shadows, the feet retreated with incredible agility, silently disappearing from view through the crack in the door.
Luo Zhaohan's pupils suddenly shrank! He didn't have time to think about it, it was a completely instinctive reaction!
"Get down quickly!" She growled, her voice was not loud but carried a murderous aura!
The body reacted faster than the brain. Before Pei Ji could fully understand what the "crack" sound meant, Luo Zhaohan had already pounced forward like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.
"Bang!"
She hit Pei Ji hard in the chest!
The huge inertia carried the two of them together and hit the hard wall behind Pei Ji.
The dull thud of impact and the sound of wooden objects falling to the ground sounded almost simultaneously!
"What are you doing..." Pei Ji was hit so hard that he saw stars and the second half of the question was stuck in his throat.
“Swoosh—swoosh—!”
Three sleeve arrows flashing with a dark blue light, with a sharp whistling sound that pierced the air, penetrated the thin lattice door paper of the neighboring Linbo Pavilion like lightning.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Three muffled thuds! The nail sank into the solid wooden pillar on the opposite wall! Deep into the wood!
The feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling violently, and the dark blue arrowhead was flashing a deadly luster in the dim light.
If Luo Zhaohan had reacted even a moment slower, if they were still standing there, or had not squatted down quickly enough, Pei Ji's chest, neck, or Luo Zhaohan's back would have been pierced by the poisoned thing, and he would have died on the spot!
Cold sweat instantly soaked Pei Ji's thin shirt.
A bone-chilling chill suddenly shot up from the spine and rushed straight to the top of the head!
He could even hear the faint clacking sound of his teeth!
Luo Zhaohan's vigilant eyes were like sharp blades, fixed tightly on the door of Linbo Pavilion with three holes nailed in it, and his ears were catching any abnormalities in the corridor outside.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment or two.
"There is an assassin! Your Highness, be careful!" Ling Zhaoyang's heart-wrenching scream erupted from Linbo Pavilion next door!
Then came the heavy footsteps of guards, the clang of drawn swords, and the thud of tables and chairs being violently knocked over! A huge chaos erupted in an instant.
Outside Tingsong Pavilion, they fell into a strange silence.
Only suddenly there was an even louder cry and commotion downstairs.
Pei Ji's heart was still beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
He struggled to move his stiff eyes and looked at the woman who was holding his head tightly and protecting him under her.
Luo Zhaohan's eyes were surprisingly bright in the dim light.
Pei Ji was frozen by the look, his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a word.
Luo Zhaohan ignored him. Her ears caught the thrilling sounds of fighting next door, and she listened intently to the movement in the corridor outside the Song Pavilion door - except for the chaos next door, there was no other unusual sound.
The assassin who shot the arrow from behind seemed to have failed in his attack and had already escaped.
"Huh..." Her tense shoulders finally relaxed a little bit very slowly.
The sky outside the window became completely gloomy, as if it had been splashed with ink.
The first drop of cold rain hit the window frame heavily, making a crisp and suppressed sound.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of rain suddenly became heavier, like countless fine whips lashing the roof tiles and window paper.
The heavy rain finally came down.
The chaos outside the door continued.
Outside the window, the sound of wind and rain beat as rapidly as drums. In the small corner, every inch of tension in their bodies was clearly felt.
Pei Ji slowly raised the arm that was numbed by Luo Zhaohan's collision. This time, he said nothing, but just moved his arm with difficulty, and then gently held Luo Zhaohan's hand that was supporting his side.
Luo Zhaohan's whole body stiffened, and he was about to shake off the scoundrel's claws that were getting further and further away.
Pei Ji held his hands even tighter. For the first time, in those eyes that had just been washed by fear, there was no calculation, no weighing, no anger. All that remained was a desperate gamble after being forced into a desperate situation.
"Don't move..." he began, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding iron. "You can kill me or cut me up if you want. Let me hold you, right now."
The hand that was tightly covering Luo Zhaohan's mouth was finally removed.
Pei Ji's palms were sweaty, wet and cold, and they stuck to her face like a lump of ice.
The air suddenly rushed into Luo Zhaohan's lungs, and he began to cough rapidly. The blood color on his face that had just been caused by anger faded away completely, leaving only a frightening pale blue.
She coughed so hard that her lungs were painful and tears were almost coming out, but her eyes were like knives tempered with ice, fiercely cutting into the culprit in front of her.
"Cough cough... Pei Ji... bastard! Cough cough cough!" She cursed while panting, each word squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with gnashing hatred and a lingering fear.
It was almost, just a little bit, and I would have really gone to see the King of Hell!
Pei Ji leaned against the wall. He was hit hard by Luo Zhaohan. His back hurt and his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.
The sweat on his face mixed with the tears that had just been forced out by fear, and he looked extremely miserable.
The fear that he had just suppressed with great difficulty was rekindled as the chaos next door intensified, wrapping around his heart and making his vision go black.
His lips trembled a few times and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"Speak!" Luo Zhaohan took a deep breath and raised his foot to kick him hard on the front bone of his shin! There was a dull sound, and the force was full, obviously with real anger.
"Why are you pretending to be such a dead dog! Who was that poisonous arrow aimed at? Was it because of the romantic debts you owed outside that attracted people here?!" Her mind raced, and she pinned the most likely culprit on Pei Ji.
The kick was so powerful that Pei Ji gasped in pain. His knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees. A layer of cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
"Bullshit!" He grimaced in pain and retorted subconsciously, his voice trembling with shock and anger, but he finally regained some of his tongue, "I'm a very clean person! I was going after the guy next door! That evil star, Prince Guangling!"
He gasped, digging his fingers hard into the cold wall, trying to absorb a little sense of reality and dispel the cold blue light of the three poisonous arrows in his mind.
"Didn't you see that the arrow pierced the door of Linbo Pavilion? It was heading for Ling Zhaohong!" He raised his voice, as if trying to convince Luo Zhaohan, but more like he was desperately trying to convince himself, "We were unlucky. We happened to be next door and were just targeted by that arrow!"
At the end of his speech, his tone was filled with uncontrollable resentment and fear that had nowhere to vent - what the hell was going on!
Luo Zhaohan's eyes flickered when he heard him say that. Yes, the hidden arrow had pierced the door panel of Linbo Pavilion!
She was pounced on, but she caught a glimpse of the dark blue arrowhead sinking into the opposite pillar! Her clenched back teeth made a creaking sound, not because she didn't believe Pei Ji, but because she was even more certain that the man next door was a complete plague god.
As soon as he arrived, the area within a ten-foot radius became a sea of fire and a mountain of swords!
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