Chapter 48 I taught you with great difficulty, and then you tried to coax me...
The sharp sound of swords clashing and the muffled sound of bones and flesh being chopped and cut.
Mixed with the desperate howls of the dying and the neighing of frightened war horses.
The strong smell of blood was carried by the night wind into the damaged carriage, swept over the faint fragrance left in the incense burner, and invaded her nose.
This wasn't just an ordinary fight between people from the underworld. Even someone like her, who was used to seeing bloodshed, was shocked when she suddenly smelled the smell of slaughter on the battlefield.
I couldn't help but feel nauseous in my stomach.
The shoulder injury, which had been temporarily numbed by hatred and extreme tension, now seemed to be awakened by the smell of blood and began to hurt inexplicably.
"Pavilion Master Shen!" an angry shout came.
Someone rode his horse to the carriage. It was the guest in brocade robe whom he had met in Yaowang Valley before.
He was now in a suit of armor, his armor stained red, his face splattered with blood from an unknown source, his eyes wild, his whip pointed directly into the carriage.
"Central Plains people! They say you're incredibly calculating! What the hell were you planning?! Did you foresee that we'd be slaughtered like pigs and dogs here tonight?!"
Amidst the deafening carnage, Young Master Jin Sheng remained indifferent.
"What is... the divine plan?"
He spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse after coughing up blood, almost dreamlike and dazed.
Chen Jiansheng didn't look at the furious man in brocade robes. He just held her in his arms, pressing his pale and cold face against her neck, his dazed eyes half closed.
"Have I ever...predicted anything?"
He paused, shuddering, as if he were actually thinking seriously about this absurd question.
"Um,
"General Helan,"
Finally, Shen Juansheng's voice came from behind Qing Guiyu's ear. It was still that low, almost whispering tone, clearly overwhelming the sounds of fighting outside.
"How about your country clean up its own mess?"
He laughed a soft, short laugh, even the weariness seemed cruel.
"Aren't there still some of those 'loyal' masters under the general's command who are still alive?"
Chen Jiansheng raised his head, raised his bloodstained hand, and gently touched her shoulder line which was tense due to pain.
His fingertips finally stopped at the fabric near her shoulder injury. It was cool and had a soothing effect when he touched it.
"Try it for a while,"
He waved his other, cleaner hand, as casually as if brushing away fallen petals in front of him.
"Don't be stingy. Shen Juansheng now..." He paused, buried his face in her neck again, and took a deep breath, "I don't want to think about anything, and I'm too lazy to calculate anything."
Everyone was stunned. General Helan's roar exploded in the chaos, filled with exasperated panic.
"Shen, you want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?! Fine! Fine! The Helan tribe will remember this grudge! One day, I will make you pay tenfold!"
"Yeah." Shen Juansheng agreed nonchalantly, buried his face again, and his voice was a little muffled.
This arrogant indifference completely ignited the anger of the Helan tribe.
A sturdy warrior from the northern border, seeing his comrades being chopped down in the chaos, his eyes bloodshot, he shouted loudly, urging his horse to move, and his long sword cut through the night, slashing fiercely at the broken hole in the carriage. The blade tore through the air, making a piercing scream.
Qing Guiyu was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He instinctively wanted to break free, but Chen Juansheng's hand held him tighter.
She couldn't move, and she opened her mouth to scold him, but she felt a chill on her face.
The chill of death approached instantly.
In a flash of lightning,
Young Master Jin Sheng raised his hand which was wrapped with cold gold threads around her shoulder.
Bend your five fingers slightly and lightly stroke with your fingertips.
Two golden threads suddenly shot out. One thread was as fast as lightning. It did not go towards the blade, but instead escaped in an arc of light strangely, flashing past him, and the reins behind the bridle were broken with ease.
The other one, with a slight sound of breaking through the air, silently disappeared into the eyes of the warhorse that was charging forward.
In an instant,
The warhorse let out a long, shrill cry that was heart-wrenching.
The severe pain made it go crazy in an instant, its front hooves raised high, and its huge body rushed uncontrollably to the side due to inertia and pain.
The warrior on horseback poured all his murderous intent and strength into the falling sword. Suddenly, the reins broke, and the mount rammed sideways madly. The huge force pulled him away, and his body flew through the air. With a desperate roar, he crashed into another group of people and horses fighting nearby.
Click!
The two war horses collided violently, breaking bones and tendons. The dull sound of sharp weapons entering flesh and the sound of weapons breaking could be heard at the same time.
The warhorse fell to the ground with a scream, and the knight on the horse was also knocked over by the huge impact force.
The warrior who was thrown away didn't even have time to let out a complete scream. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the weapons fighting below. Blood and flesh splattered under the sharp light, and his limbs flew everywhere, leaving only the dull sound of sharp weapons cutting flesh and bones.
It all happened so fast and so strangely.
The golden thread flashed and disappeared into the night, as if it was just an illusion.
The already strong smell of blood suddenly became much stronger. Qing Guiyu frowned and coughed a few times, almost suffocating because of the smell.
"Don't move," he said softly, straightening up slightly and pressing her deeper into his chest behind his black robe. He considerately lifted the sleeve of his robe, which was covered with dangerous golden threads, and covered her lightly, nodding.
“It’s dirty.”
Everyone was shocked, and the tightly reined war horses stamped their hooves in panic. General Helan stared at the dark figure, and the hand holding the whip trembled with anger, and his knuckles crackled.
For a moment he was unable to utter a complete curse.
Those were his elite personal guards! Yet, they were so easily defeated by two thin golden threads.
"well,"
Shen Juansheng finally turned his head slightly,
He looked at the battlefield outside the damaged carriage, and sighed in disgust, but his voice was still gentle.
"General,
"Save some manpower to kill the enemy."
He paused, hugged Qing Guiyu tighter in his arms, his chin almost touching the top of her head, tilted his head, and a strange satisfaction was revealed in his voice.
"Shen Yansheng...very busy."
"Miss Qing finally tried to coax me," he sighed.
Young Master Jin Sheng no longer paid any attention to the retreating Helan people.
He stretched out his five fingers, climbed onto her cheek, and gently turned her face. "Why do you plan to tell such an easily detectable lie?"
"Be more delicate," he said, pausing, and speaking in a lower, almost bewitching, voice.
"Please, Miss Qing."
He suddenly said this,
Qing Guiyu looked at his face that captivated everyone and felt that his brain was stagnant. It took him a lot of effort to understand this person's thinking.
Shen Juansheng was not furious because he wanted to deceive him.
The reason he was angry was that he discovered her plan to lie to him.
She held her forehead and was speechless for a moment.
Outside the carriage, there was still blood and violence amid the sounds of killing.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed to be oblivious to this hellish scene.
"Shen Engraving Voice," she asked as calmly as possible, "where on earth did these people come from?"
She finally spoke, but she said this. Shen Juansheng waved his hand in disappointment.
"For whoever is in high position throughout the world wishes for his life, someone else wishes for his death."
He continued irritably,
"Some people want Huangdi Juezhen to save their lives, while others don't want him to get it. Is there anything strange about that?"
"alright,"
The young man still locked her in the dilemma of black clothes and shadows. The shadows covered her head. He leaned over and his voice was soft and sensual.
"Miss Qing, have you thought about what to say to coax me?"
The young man's fingertips were cold, wrapped with messy golden threads, stroking her jaw and forcibly fixing her gaze.
He forced her to look into those beautiful eyes.
Behind the shattered ice, those eyes revealed a deeper, more piercing resentment, a resentment of betrayal. Like forcibly shattered glass, they gleamed with a dangerous and fragile gleam.
He urged persistently,
The voice was as soft as the sweet words between lovers, but it had sharp hooks like barbs, and at this moment of blood and flesh flying everywhere, it drilled into her ears.
Qing Guiyu felt a surge of evil fire rushing up to the top of his head, mixed with the severe pain from his shoulder injury and the nausea in his stomach.
"Shen Yansheng!" She almost gritted her teeth, trying to break free from his shackles.
"Open your eyes and look! There's a murder going on outside!"
"Yeah." He nodded noncommittally.
"Tell me something, tell me some lies," he urged.
"I'll teach you... Am I Miss Qing's most beloved slave?" Only a fool could say such words.
Qing Guiyu wanted to cut him into pieces in his heart.
Just as she was struggling, a cold light accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly penetrated the gap in the car wall and shot directly at the back of Shen Juansheng.
That was obviously the method used by a gangster, with a tricky and ruthless angle, and he had cleverly waited for the opportunity, intending to take advantage of the moment when his mind was lost.
Qing Guiyu had no time to think, his body's instincts were faster than his consciousness.
She struggled with her hand that was holding the bamboo flute, gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain from her shoulder injury, and pushed hard towards Chen Juansheng's arm that was holding her.
Should have knocked him away.
Shen Juansheng was motionless.
He seemed to have eyes on his back, and seemed to not care about the fatal sneak attack at all.
He didn't even turn around. Instead of loosening his arms around her, he tightened them even more.
The other hand wrapped in golden threads turned in an instant, heading towards the direction of the cold light, and flicked its fingers casually.
Use lightning to send out meteors.
bite--
A faint, yet unusually crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
The cold light deflected instantly, and with a loud bang, it deeply nailed into the wooden inner wall on the other side of the carriage, and the tail end was still shaking.
It turned out to be a bone-eating nail.
Qing Guiyu stood there in a daze, his movement of pushing away froze in mid-air, his heart pounding wildly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his underwear.
She looked at the slender cold nail emitting an ominous indigo light that was so close to her, and then suddenly looked at Chen Juansheng.
The enchanting charm and obsessive concentration on the young man's face just now disappeared in that instant.
Instead, there was a blank, bottomless thought. He slowly lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her face again.
"I don't know."
He thought carefully, confused to the point of being fragile, and said slowly,
"Miss Qing, what should I do? I can't tell."
He frowned his beautiful eyebrows.
"Just now...were you trying to coax me or not by not wanting me to die?"
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