What is that sound?
Yang Xi is here!
Zhou Chenyu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then turned around abruptly. There she saw Yang Xi riding a fine horse galloping through the mountains, flying swiftly over the rapeseed fields, drawing a long blade from his waist, and leaping towards her from behind.
"Qi Shuo, prepare to die!"
Qi Shuo was caught off guard by Yang Xi's appearance and watched helplessly as the sharp blade pierced through his chest.
He was pushed back three feet like a crumpled piece of paper and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.
He stared in disbelief at the blade in his chest, his blood-soaked fangs bared. "Yang Xi, you...you dared to kill me! I am..."
"You are...? The man surnamed Qian has already been caught. How far can you run? Qi Shuo, today is your death day!" Yang Xi opened his scarlet eyes, gripped the blade tightly in his hand, and plunged it a few inches deeper into Qi Shuo's chest, the blood spurting from the wound splattering on his face.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Qi Shuo, you killed my master, you killed that mother and child, you killed countless innocent people in Qingshui Town. I'm killing you today to rid the people of this scourge! Today I will kill you to avenge my master and all those who lost their lives at your hands!"
Qi Shuo was unwilling to die at Yang Xi's hands. "You want to kill me? You'll have to see if you have the ability! I could kill your master Zhang Ying before, and I can kill you today!"
"Ah!" Qi Shuo gritted his teeth, roaring inwardly, and forced back the blood that was about to spurt out. With his last remaining strength, he wanted to die together with Yang Xi.
Seeing his actions, Yang Xi forcefully pulled out the blood-red long blade, causing uncontrollable gushing blood to gush out.
Qi Shuo dropped the long blade from his hand, knelt down, and fell heavily to the ground, losing his life completely.
"Sister Chenyu, are you alright?" Xiao Qi and Deputy Liang caught up with her and saw Zhou Chenyu standing there alone, her face as pale as paper. "Just now, Master said you must be here, but Brother Liang and I didn't believe it. Now we have no choice but to believe it! Sister Chenyu and Master are truly of one heart."
Heart to heart?
Zhou Chenyu looked at the group of people who arrived later, her eyes welling up with tears. If they hadn't arrived in time, she probably wouldn't have survived.
That was close!
Zhou Chenyu pursed her lips and shook her head. Just as she was about to answer and comfort Xiao Qi, a force suddenly came from behind and pulled her tightly into her arms.
Yang Xi spoke as if looking at a treasure he had gained and then lost, his voice trembling slightly, "Fortunately, you are safe and sound."
Smelling that familiar, comforting scent, Zhou Chenyu buried her face in Yang Xi's chest and smiled faintly, "Luckily, you came."
He's here?
Yang Xi released her hand and looked at the large and small wounds on her face and body. If they hadn't let Qian Rushan escape, how could they have been in such danger today?
A look of self-reproach crossed his face. "Shenyu, I'm sorry."
sorry?
"You saved me. What's there to apologize for?" Zhou Chenyu smiled and opened her bright eyes wide, staring intently at the man in front of her with his brows furrowed, yet her gaze swept past like a profusion of flowers.
It turns out that her beloved was neither the Supreme Treasure who came riding on auspicious clouds, nor Mr. Darcy who walked against the morning mist to confess his love to her, but rather the dashing young man who rode a swift horse across a field of rapeseed flowers and rushed towards her without hesitation.
--The End--
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