Brother and sister
A hint of panic inevitably flashed in the Bell Envoy's eyes, but he quickly calmed down: "This formation was originally reserved for Jiang Yingyue, but it seems I have to give it to you first."
Ye Qingzhu naturally didn't want to waste any more words with her. As soon as she saw the bell wielder raise her hand, she immediately swung her silver whip, aiming straight for the bell in the bell's hand. Then, without giving her a chance to react, she quickly stepped forward, wanting to end the battle immediately.
She was so fast that the bell maker hadn't even had time to react before the bell in her hand was snatched away. However, the next second, a folding fan with a bamboo pattern appeared between the two of them. Ye Xiuzhu simply turned her hand slightly, and the sharp edge forced Ye Qingzhu back.
This disrupted Ye Qingzhu's rhythm. She tried her best to steady herself, but she still inevitably touched the red line.
All the bells seemed to come alive at that moment, and began to ring wildly. Even if the sound of the silver whip was loud, it was only temporary. She quickly covered her ears to avoid losing her fighting ability.
But Ye Xiuzhu remained standing there, completely unaffected.
She forced herself to think: how exactly did the Bell Envoy manage to do this? If Ye Xiuzhu could ignore the bell, then she certainly could too.
Over the years, Ye Xiuzhu had been like a mountain to her; she always felt that her brother was unattainable, and even when she was face to face with him, she would be intimidated by his towering peak. She knew that Ye Xiuzhu was following in his father's footsteps; he had to take Ye Chenge's place and become that "father" figure.
Whether it's Ye Xiuzhu or Ye Mozhu, they are both protecting themselves, and they have always been like this.
But things are different now. Even if it costs them their lives, they absolutely cannot let them fall into Bai Yu's trap like this, and they cannot let Bai Yu destroy the Ye family that they cherish so much again.
Ye Qingzhu slowly lowered her hands from her ears, then picked up the bell that had fallen beside her. The clear sound of the bell seemed to pierce through time and space, drowning out the noisy array. Immediately afterward, Ye Qingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood.
“My bells aren’t for just anyone to use, Third Miss.” The bell maker’s lips curled into a smile. “Besides, they don’t like being touched by others.”
The strong smell of rust filled Ye Qingzhu's mouth. At this moment, it seemed that only one option remained: to fight to the death.
She grabbed the silver whip and swung it through the air with all her might, then brought it down in front of her with such speed that it seemed as if it weren't a soft whip at all, but an incredibly sharp knife. The red rope in front of her snapped instantly, and the bells fell to the ground with a final wail before falling silent again.
This method was indeed useful, but the area was filled with red ropes, so breaking just one small section had little effect. However, she noticed that the bell maker frowned the moment the bells fell.
Ye Qingzhu wanted to prove her determination to them. She swung her whip again, circling in the air. She stared straight into Ye Xiuzhu's eyes, then drew a perfect circle with her silver whip. After this strike, only a very few bells that were far away remained on the ground.
The loud noise from the other bells hitting the ground made the bell wielders cover their ears, and blood even flowed directly from Ye Qingzhu's right ear. She forced herself to stand up, while Ye Xiuzhu remained standing there, without any movement or expression.
"Big brother," Ye Qingzhu finally spoke, raising the bell in her hand, "you can't stop me."
Ye Qingzhu's eyes were exactly the same as when she left the Ye family. Immediately afterwards, she heard several loud and powerful collisions from outside. The Bell Envoy seized the opportunity and took out a silver needle from her sleeve, quickly striking the bell in Ye Qingzhu's hand.
It rang again, along with the bell that had fallen to the ground, making Ye Qingzhu's head ache. She, however, looked relaxed and said, "The one in your hand is my mother bell. When it rings, all the child bells will ring in response."
Ye Qingzhu felt like her head was about to explode, and the bell in her hand rolled away and returned to the bell maker's hand.
Just then, a pair of warm hands covered her ears.
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