Chapter 41 Blue Blood (1)

"You!" The woman was immediately furious and opened her mouth to curse.

But the swift fist did not give her a chance to speak. Without waiting for help, she had to throw herself forward and use her body to cover the child.

She was hit hard and was covered in blood.

The woman covered her chest and knew that she was completely powerless to fight back. She lowered her head in humiliation and shouted in Zhou Ye's direction: "I give you permission. Whether it is the library or other places, you can go!"

"Hahaha!" When Fu Yue heard her words, she let go of her hand that was originally covering her mouth, raised her head and laughed, her deep red hair spread out, and Yue Die's shaking shoulders and mouth spread out craziness, as if tearing off the original elegant mask.

She pointed at the woman in front of her who looked like an earth color and said, "Give my Lord permission?"

She shook Zhou Ye's hand tightly, as if to stop him from speaking. Her head tilted slightly, and a kind of madness that she had never shown before leaked from her eyes, which was chilling.

The clerks who witnessed everything only then remembered that the woman in front of them was not a lady who would talk things over if provoked.

From the very beginning, they were misled by Zhou Ye's existence. Behind the calm face of Fu Yue was always a witch with great talent who enjoyed playing with life.

Today, Zhou Ye was offended, and she tore off a corner of her disguise, revealing her original color.

A wild and complacent laugh came from the front, and a violent and terrifying attack that could not be avoided came from behind. The woman held the child, blinked wildly and used her brain to try to find a way out.

But the only thing that came out was the sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Cong Yue... Let's help her." Zhou Ye saw that the woman's emotions had finally reached the lowest point, and spoke in a soft voice.

The woman opened her eyes wide when she heard this, but she didn't hold out too much hope. Who knew that the attack really didn't fall on her the next second.

She looked back in disbelief, and Chong Yue followed her orders and swooped down in front of her in an instant. Looking

up from below, he was like a giant eagle, covering the sky and the sun, and the shadow falling from above covered her completely.

"Huh..." A flash of enlightenment flashed through the woman's mind, and she picked up the child and ran towards Zhou Ye, wiping the blood from her mouth in a hurry.

At this moment, she looked almost the same as Dimula when she was escaping. Her hair, which had been combed back to her head, fell apart like a dead branch, covering her expression.

With a short blade in hand, Tan Yue leaped lightly, and a large number of moon energy butterflies collided with the fierce fist wind in front of her. Under the collision, a large amount of dissipated energy attacked the surroundings in a visible state, causing a burst of exclamations.

The two sides in the battle looked at each other tacitly, and irrelevant personnel left the stage. Now it was time for the show.

The beams of light projections almost turned into flashes because of the extremely high-speed movement. The red and white were clearly separated and chased each other.

A large number of visible and invisible butterflies appeared out of thin air with the movement of Cong Yue. Every attack was like a splash of fireworks, gorgeous and dangerous. With the collision, they absorbed life energy crazily and eagerly, and transformed from transparent to substantial and agile moon butterflies.

The spectators were all terrified. If there were only a few dozen or hundreds of moon butterflies, it would be fine. Now, in the continuous confrontation, moon butterflies began to fly in the wall with thousands of holes.

What kind of monster is on the opposite side? It can actually fight back like this without losing.

"Is this the power of the resurrected witch? So scary." The long-haired girl who had just chatted with Zhou Ye said to the brown curly-haired boy beside her in a low voice.

"Sally, you didn't look at the screen, did you? I think Miss Tu Yue is holding back." Daniel said this subconsciously, and looked at Zhou Ye in front of him with a guilty conscience. Not noticing any reaction from him, he continued, "She doesn't even have a talent for fire."

"If not..." Daniel's mouth was pinched by Carmen next to him, and Carmen's hand quietly pointed to the woman holding a child who was half-lying and resting next to her.

"Yeah." Unfortunately, the girl next to him didn't see Carmen's action at all, and continued, "It was the president who said so, otherwise she wouldn't go."

"We should be thankful that the president is a very kind and gentle person."

Sally looked for Siming and Zhou Ye in the crowd, but found that the two were no longer in the front.

Next to the half-damaged wall of the library, Zhou Ye was sitting in a wheelchair that he had taken out at some point, while Siming was half-crouching, flipping through the books one by one, selecting and handing them to him. There were piles of various books next to him.

The three of them looked at each other, and took advantage of the gap in the fierce fighting in the sky to go towards Zhou Ye. The woman looked at where they were going and followed them silently.

"What are you looking for?" When she met Zhou Ye again, the woman's tone became gentler, no longer stiff and condescending as at the beginning.

"I want to know some history about Qingshui City. I am ashamed to say this." Zhou Ye had several books about the early days of the city on his knees. His palms naturally pressed down on the covers, making it difficult to see clearly. "Although I am the president, I am not familiar with this place."

"Oh, I do know a lot," the woman swallowed the blood that was overflowing again due to internal injuries. "I am also willing to tell you, but..."

"Hmm?" The young man sat upright in the wheelchair, his black hair obediently hanging by his ears. The look in his eyes was as clear as it was at the beginning, like a pool of spring water, and anyone could easily see the bottom.

"Now is too fierce for the battle between Mu Yue and the monster. This is not the time to talk about these. Maybe we have to wait..." The woman stared at Zhou Ye with her two hawk-like eyes, hoping to see from his dark black pupils whether it was really as clear as the surface.

"That's enough." Siming, who had taken the needed books from afar, came back to the vicinity in a coordinated manner, interrupting the conversation.

"Haha, you are Siming, right? I heard a lot about you when I was in Yuntian." But it was not positive news.

The woman recalled the various rumors she had heard before, especially the so-called herbal medicine storm. In her mind, she had already classified Siming as an arrogant noble.

Although it was not certain whether Zhou Ye was really consistent in his appearance, this Siming was definitely not a good person.

"Don't think about him."

Siming approached the woman in front of him, and said this sentence in a hurry and low voice, which made the woman's eyes light up.

"You don't want Zhou Ye to hear you, why?" The corner of the woman's mouth curled up. She felt that she had found a way to prevent these two powerful talents from interfering with the association. If Zhou Ye couldn't be driven away, alienation was also a strategy.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man in front of her suddenly grabbed her collar. Under his all-white silver hair, a pair of heterochromatic pupils locked her like a python or a dragon, and his expressionless face was cold.

"I have killed countless guys who want to take advantage of his kindness."

The woman's breathing stagnated for a moment, but soon her whole body warmed up.

It was nothing. Zhou, who was originally sitting not far away, had turned his wheelchair around, holding two sparse, ordinary and thin books on the history of the mainland in his arms, and looked over here with a concerned and apologetic look.

The woman accurately caught the trace of apology directed at her, and immediately stopped suppressing the blood in her throat. In an instant, a large amount of blood oozed from her lips, and her eyebrows wrinkled, looking like she was seriously injured.

"What's the matter?" The young man's tone was calm at first, but when he saw the blood dripping to the ground, his breathing became difficult for a while.

"Si Ming!" This sentence was completely questioning.

The sound of the tires turning rang out rapidly, and the creaking wheelchair and a pair of unresponsive legs were reflected in the eyes of the woman lying on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Ye tried to help her, but his thin, white arms failed to reach her after several attempts, and his legs were still motionless.

When no one helped, his pitifully small range of motion was not enough to support him in helping the woman up.

Poor child, the woman coughed weakly a few times, wrapped the swaddling clothes in her arms tightly, and looked at Siming who was ignored a few steps away with her eyes covered by dry hair.

So she ignored the smile that flashed across the face of the young man in front of her.

"I, wait a minute, Si... Tan Yue." The young man opened and retracted his words subconsciously, making the woman's eyes almost unable to hide the pride in her eyes.

She looked at Tan Yue who was fighting a monster in the distance, and then looked back at Siming who instinctively wanted to approach but forced himself to stop.

This is a problem that can't be solved by great talent. Have you ever encountered it before?

"Ugh! Ugh." In front of the young man, the woman lowered her head and covered her chest urgently, as if she had serious internal injuries. Some sounds were deliberately stimulated.

In fact, there was no blood in her mouth, but who knew? Does this poor little guy in front of him, who was overprotected to be so innocent and ignorant, know it?

"Wait a minute, I'll find someone to help you right away." The sound of the tire sounded again, going to Zhou.

Zhou also tried to roll the tire towards Sally. Because of the battle, there were a lot of gravels on the ground. He pushed it very hard, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

The long-haired girl was about to come forward, but Carmen beside her stopped her and motioned her to look at Siming. There stood a man with a clear expression on his face, which gave people a terrible feeling of suffocation for no reason.

She did not move on, but saw Zhou Ye struggling to brush aside a small stone with all his strength, and clenched his palms suddenly. Zhou

Ye, who was listening to the amazing value being credited to the account and trying his best to maintain the battle, suddenly saw through Cong Yue's perspective that the alchemy pattern on Nuo's body began to fade, and the originally normal legs showed irregular cracks.

It was the tearing caused by forcibly controlling the clay body and letting it move on its own that began to occur.

He stopped pushing the wheelchair, sighed, and had to change his plan, deliberately letting his hands fall weakly on his legs.

The woman naturally noticed the unusual movement, and her eyes were peeking at Zhou Ye.

"Si Ming... I really can't do anything. As for the president, just give up as you said."

"Although I have accomplished everything I wanted to say in today's meeting, they didn't do that because they accepted me, but because of you and Tu Yue."

The young man clenched his hands on his knees, lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes concealed all his emotions. He bit his lower lip tightly.

What really sublimated the performance was that when the light just fell on the tip of his hair and he turned around to look at the tall and arrogant man beside him, a tear quickly slid down his clean and beautiful face that had not been stained with a trace of dust so far.

"It's all because of my stubbornness that I thought I could help everyone. Are you treating her like this because I didn't listen to you?"

He was really well protected, both mentally and physically.

The woman tried her best to suppress the ecstasy in her heart. Yes, that's it. Realize your own incompetence and quit the association!

You don't have that ability, and I will directly replace you and become the president of the mutual aid association in this city! Even the child in her arms seemed to be moved by the excitement and suddenly giggled.

Siming, who was being waited for by everyone to react, lowered his head. He did not respond to Zhou Ye, nor did he attack the woman.

The jumping arcs of electricity began to surge from under his feet, climbing up from the space where he was standing. Carmen, who was standing not far away, could even see the lightning surging like water. The drops seemed to have no intimidating power, but it made him feel a sense of being on the line of life and death in a dangerous place.

"Back off!" Carmen shouted, sensing the numbness spreading under his feet, and pulled his friend away without looking back. The woman quickly reached the wall.

Siming raised his head, without any unnecessary movements, surrounded by lightning, he pointed at the two people fighting not far away.

As if sensing something, the moon leaped out of that space at high speed. The next second, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds formed, and countless drops of electricity fell.

It was not water, but the gathering of thunder and the dense rain of light as needles. Even if you just look up, you can't see it all. The people who flashed could hardly see the figure still standing in the air.

Naturally, they couldn't see clearly the scars on his body that had been completely torn apart.

The whole small conference room was completely illuminated, and it was impossible to tell who was next to him. After two seconds of clearing his sight, the elongated arc was finally retracted by the owner who drove it.

The woman used her body to protect the swaddling clothes tightly. She was convinced that Siming would not kill people in front of Zhou Ye, but she was also shocked by this amazing talent, which was beyond her expectations.

One of the men who were fighting fiercely had already fallen. Fu Yue took back the short blade in her hand and spun a beautiful knife flower on her hand. She still had some strength left, so she let the moon butterflies follow her back to Zhou Ye.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yue attacked Siming as soon as she got close to the few people. "My Lord asked me to take charge of something, and you're trying to take it away? I don't even have enough time to warm up."

"It's my fault. I'll make it up later." Everyone could see that Siming really wanted to answer to someone else. "You stay with him."

He kept walking, escaping towards the center of the conference room, until the corners of his clothes, which had been spotless just now, were now covered in dust.

"I'm going to see the thing that fell from the sky."

"What's going on?" Tan Yue frowned, but she stopped worrying when she saw the person walking away. She turned around with a smile on her face and put her hand on the wheelchair. "Let's go. Don't you want to read the books in the library? There is no obstacle now."

"She is injured." Zhou Ye raised his hand and pointed at the woman. Her cheek was still wet because of the tears she had just shed.

Tan Yue raised her hand and gently wiped the face of the black-haired young man with the back of her finger. She didn't ask what happened just now. The people present had a caring and gentle impression of her.

The moon butterflies around her, which seemed to have their own consciousness, flew towards the woman. A lot of moon energy was injected, and the wounds on the woman's body quickly recovered.

The woman was not wary of these moon butterflies, and as her wound healed, she relaxed from her tense posture.

"Get up."

As soon as she left Zhou Ye's sight, Cong Yue's face turned sour. She seemed to never hide her emotions. On the contrary, she was easier to understand than Siming, who was unwilling to bow his head even for Zhou Ye's sake.

"Well, thank you, President Zhou."

Ignoring Cong Yue's impoliteness, the woman, who felt that Zhou Ye could not shake her plan, spoke in a soft and thankful tone. Her originally sinister face showed signs of changing.

"You can take these books home to read. There is no rush. Let's go to Siming first." Her words and actions just now were all means to establish her authority. Knowing that Zhou Ye just wanted to read some trivial books, the woman quickly put aside the unpleasantness just now and actively repaired the relationship.

"I was worried that you had bad intentions before, but the previous president was not a good person. I misunderstood you. Sorry." She said it to show the situation.

She now wanted to maintain a good relationship with Zhou Ye, at least on the surface.

"It's okay, you have your own difficulties." Zhou Ye nodded, showing a warm smile, and stretched out his hand to help her up. The woman took the hand without any suspicion.

Carmen and others who were watching wanted to remind her, but unfortunately, they were unable to interrupt due to their strength and position, and one mistake would have the opposite effect.

The group of people walked to the ruined conference hall in an awkward atmosphere.

The huge circular fish scale cracks were like exquisite and neatly arranged plates, and the gravel distributed on them was the plate patiently prepared by the chef. The main dish in the center had stopped moving, and electric light was flowing all over it.

The woman took a few steps ahead and imprinted everything in her eyes.

The attack by Siming just now obviously caused great damage. All the joints that could twist on the man were peeled off layer by layer. The most terrifying thing was that the wounds were spreading from the inside out, as if the intensity of the lightning had penetrated the core of the person in front of him, leaving only a layer of outer shell.

"No, this is not a human, it's an alchemical puppet." Someone in the distance exclaimed.

Looking closely at the wounds, the fleshy places were indeed embedded with alchemical instruments. It was obvious that even with the flow of lightning, the nail-shaped inhibitor was still working, penetrating from the clavicle, spine, and various joints with great symmetry and beauty, and the energy was concentrated in the transparent ventricle of the left bridal chamber.

The area that was originally of normal skin color seemed to have peeled off the paint due to the bombardment. Behind the steam-style keyhole, there was a blue-blooded heart that had stopped beating, and now it was slowly escaping its vitality.

He was like a fine instrument that had not yet been started, waiting for someone to open it.