A maid came over and invited the two of them to come in and rest, but Feng Guang and Qing Yu both refused. They were waiting for a result. However, only ten minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity. Zhi Jian returned, carrying Sun Yidao, who had lost a hand. His right hand, which used to hold the sword, was missing.
Listening to the dripping sound of blood, Feng Guang leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy.
Sun Yidao smiled, even though his forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Don't worry, little girl, I can still hold on."
“Senior Sun, you are seriously injured, don’t speak.” Zhi Jian looked at Qing Yu, “Qing Yu, you are the only one here who knows medicine, you treat Senior Sun.”
"Okay." Qingyu followed Zhijian inside, then stopped. "Xia Fengguang... come in with me."
"Qingyu, he did it on purpose..."
Qingyu didn't respond to that. Instead, he took Fengguang's hand and said, "Let's go inside."
Xue Ran did it on purpose. He deliberately spared Sun Yidao's life and then deliberately cut off his right hand. For a swordsman, nothing is more painful than not being able to use a sword.
Feng Guang couldn't help but tremble. All these days, the person who shared her bed, the person who called her name so gently... She suddenly realized that she had never known him at all. Yes, he was the former leader of the Demonic Sect, he was Nangong Li's master, maybe... maybe Xue Ran's identity was all fake.
Feng Guang pressed his aching head and said, "System, I want to terminate the mission."
"Once the mission begins, it cannot be stopped."
"Clear my feelings for Xue Ran."
"The mission is not yet complete and cannot be executed."
Feng Guang let out a breath, and wearily raised her hand to cover her eyes, "...How many points would it take to get Sun Yidao's right hand back?"
This service is not available.
The system's series of responses shattered all her illusions.
Feng Guang stood at the door for an hour, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. The maids carried in basins of clean water and then brought out basins full of blood. The smell of blood lingered around her nose, making her unable to stop imagining the scene of Xue Ran cutting off Sun Yidao's right hand. The more she imagined it, the stronger the sense of powerlessness in her heart became.
After what seemed like an eternity, Qingyu came out of the room. He was a clean person, but now, he didn't care about the bloodstains on his clothes. "Senior Sun's injuries have stopped."
"Is that so?" She lowered her head, her expression indifferent.
"Your face is very pale; you need to rest."
"And what about you?" Feng Guang looked up, her eyes as still as stagnant water. "Don't you need to rest?"
Qingyu said, "We all need to rest."
Feng Guang smiled, but it looked worse than crying.
Zhi Jian arranged guest rooms for them. He said that when he arrived, he did not see Xue Ran, nor Guan Yueyue and Nangong Li. Perhaps they had already left the valley. However, Feng Guang did not feel relaxed at all. A voice told her that Xue Ran was still by her side.
In everyone's opinion, Dongfang Ye was a person who indulged in pleasure, but no one could doubt that his mansion was the safest place. It was the best thing for Sun Yidao to recuperate here. Dongfang Ye asked Zhijian to bring out many treasured medicinal herbs, and thanks to these medicines, Sun Yidao finally woke up after being in a coma for more than ten days.
Sun Yidao seemed indifferent to losing his arm. He even comforted Fengguang and Qingyu, saying that as long as he had wine to drink, he was content. He had already gained fame and chivalry, so whether he could still wield a sword was no longer important.
He didn't tell Feng Guang what Xue Ran said to him when she cut off his arm.
“You let go of what is most important to me, so I will return the favor and destroy the hand that holds this sword.”
At that moment, Xue Ran smiled and used the sword that Sun Yidao had dropped to cut off Sun Yidao's hand.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com