In the pitch-black night, billions of laser beams, like sharp blades, relentlessly cut through all obstacles.
The assassins in black surged outwards like a tide, trying to escape, but the laser beams seemed to have eyes, precisely locking onto every assassin on the field.
Each laser beam hits the target precisely, without any deviation.
Each laser strike was accompanied by a piercing explosion, sparks flying, and debris flying everywhere.
The "flowing light and shadow" slowly rotated in the air, continuously sweeping across every corner.
Laser beams poured down like a torrential rain, the fire and smoke intertwining to create a spectacular yet terrifying scene.
In this interplay of light and shadow, the assassin was utterly powerless, not even having time to utter a scream before his body was melted away by the deadly laser like water.
Time passed second by second, and as the last laser beam fell, the entire world returned to silence.
In the night sky, only the "flowing light and shadow" floated and bloomed, shining brightly under the moonlight.
A few minutes ago, the noisy private residence was now deathly silent. The dark mass of assassins had vanished as if they had never been there.
The "Flowing Light and Illusion" slowly retracted its "petals," transforming back into the silver, round iron ball that hovered quietly in the air.
Chu Liyue extended her slender hand, which emitted a soft "humming" sound before landing steadily in her palm.
It was unclear who uttered the first sound, but a series of slow, swallowing sounds filled the arena. Everyone followed Chu Liyue as she gracefully stepped down from the ruins with almost trembling eyes.
The crowd automatically parted to make way, and Chu Liyue quickened her pace. At the end of the path stood Lu Zhufeng, who was carefully holding Xiao Wujie.
Before Chu Liyue even reached him, Xiao Wujie had already opened his arms and leaned out, as if this would shorten the distance between them.
She gently wiped the blood off his face, then her slender arms reached under his back and legs, pulling him into a horizontal embrace.
"elder sister."
With a hoarse and weak whisper, Xiao Wujie reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, pressing his face against her neck, greedily inhaling her scent as if it were the source of his very life.
As he nestled his face against her neck, nuzzling her gently, Chu Liyue frowned slightly. His cheeks felt unusually hot, and his breathing was heavy and labored.
"Sweetie, don't rub against me, look up."
Chu Liyue called his name softly, and Xiao Wujie looked up at the sound. His handsome face, pale as paper, was flushed with a sickly redness.
In his misty gaze, Chu Liyue lowered her head slightly and pressed her forehead against his; it was indeed burning hot.
He has developed a high fever.
Her long eyelashes, damp with moisture, trembled slightly. Xiao Wujie turned his head again and buried his face in her neck. Her slender neck turned to the side, her skin was as white as snow, and the veins were slightly bulging, revealing a fragile and pitiful quality.
"Sister, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
Hearing his hoarse and weary voice, Chu Liyue felt a pang of sadness. She hugged him tighter and comforted him.
"I'll hold you, go to sleep if you're sleepy."
Footsteps sounded from behind, and Chu Nanfeng and Gu Junci walked side by side. They had been clearing out the assassins on the perimeter.
It was precisely through the coordinated efforts of both sides that all the assassins were forced into the range of "Flowing Light Chasing Shadows," allowing them to be eliminated at the fastest speed.
Looking at Xiao Wujie, who was being held tightly in Chu Liyue's arms and appeared utterly vulnerable, Gu Junci's gaze trembled almost imperceptibly. He lowered his eyes and spoke softly:
"This private house is too badly damaged to live in."
"Take him to the Gu family's private hospital; he probably needs treatment."
Chu Liyue outwardly agreed, but after Gu Junci arranged everything, she chose to stay at a five-star hotel under the Chu family's name, only requesting some necessary medical supplies from them.
Gu Junci's unusual behavior, coupled with the events of tonight, made Chu Liyue uneasy about Xiao Wujie staying in her territory.
In the luxurious hotel room, the air conditioning was set to an extremely high temperature.
When Chu Liyue brought Xiao Wujie to the hotel, he had already fallen into a coma due to high fever and, unsurprisingly, had fallen ill.
Chu Liyue took a quick shower to wash away the bloodstains on her body. Without even changing her clothes, she sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a bathrobe and reached out to pull Xiao Wujie into her arms.
He was trembling with pain from his attack, lying face down on the bed, his long, bony hands gripping the sheets tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his knuckles turning slightly white.
Chu Liyue's warm, smooth palms gently caressed the back of his hand that was gripping the sheets, while her red lips pressed against his ear with delicate, light kisses.
"Sweetie, listen to me, let go."
Xiao Wujie sensed her presence and unconsciously let go of her waist. Overwhelmed by pain, he turned over and buried his face in her flat stomach.
The bulging veins stretched upwards along his neck, and his pale, smooth skin was covered in sticky sweat.
Lin Qingyi, holding a needle pouch, pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed. She had already given Xiao Wujie two special medicine pills, but they had no effect, so she had to use acupuncture.
She tried to grab Xiao Wujie's arm to apply acupuncture to him, but he was convulsing and trembling in pain and wouldn't cooperate at all.
Actually, the best option in this situation would be to knock him unconscious with a needle, but she couldn't bring herself to do it when the target was Xiao Wujie.
"Wait a minute, let me coax her."
Seeing her predicament, Chu Liyue frowned slightly. If Lin Qingyi couldn't bring herself to do it, she naturally couldn't bear to either.
When Xiao Wujie's illness wasn't so severe, she could easily soothe him.
But now that he is suffering so much from his illness, she can't even tell how much consciousness he still has, and she has no confidence in the end.
But she was gambling, gambling that Xiao Wujie's dependence and affection for her could briefly exceed his physical limits.
When Xiao Wujie shielded her from Shen Yuan's sneak attack, he lost half his life. He had to remain conscious after the surgery and only fell asleep after seeing her.
With a blind confidence, she felt that she was irreplaceable to him.
Chu Liyue forcibly turned Xiao Wujie's face, which was buried in her lower abdomen, towards her. His face was deathly pale, covered in cold sweat, and his hair was sticky and clinging to his forehead.
Reaching out to brush aside the stray hairs on his forehead, Chu Liyue suddenly lowered her head and sealed Xiao Wujie's slightly open, panting lips with her tongue, her tongue gently caressing and entwining him with tender affection.
In a hazy state of consciousness, my mouth was filled with her sweet scent, and I instinctively extended my tongue, yearning to be enveloped by her fiery tenderness.
Her body was still trembling, but her resistance was visibly weakening little by little.
Like a small animal that has been whipped and returned to its master's embrace, though covered in wounds, it has received the most ardent warmth and redemption.
Lin Qingyi seized his arm and pinched the silver needle with her slender fingers. The moment the needle tip pierced his skin, his arm trembled slightly, but was calmed by Chu Liyue's deeper kiss and gentle caresses.
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