Chapter 279 Die
The trumpet creeper blooms with a fiery and unrestrained beauty, its fragrance silently wafting through the windowpanes.
The sun was shining brightly, and the flowers were in full bloom.
"Go out first."
After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice, filled with a myriad of emotions, drifted into my ears.
Jiang Xianwan slowly raised her eyes and looked at her master, who kept his face turned away and refused to look at her.
His calm gaze lingered on those somewhat pale, thin lips, and he said softly, "I'll apply the medicine before you leave."
Hua Buxiu suddenly curled his fingers, squeezing the bedding into messy creases. His shoulder line visibly straightened for a moment, aggravating the wound in his heart.
The burning pain was not enough to calm him down.
With her eyelids lowered, she tried her best to suppress the turmoil of emotions and make her voice sound normal.
"No need, wipe..."
He suddenly stopped speaking, his breathing rapid and shallow, and subconsciously reached out to grab that slender, fair wrist.
As if burned by fire, he froze for a moment, then hastily withdrew.
"you!"
A fleeting, indescribable pity crossed his eyes, his eyes reddening as if he had been forced to the edge of a cliff, finally managing to lift his eyelashes and glance at her.
His dissolute disciple, with his clothes piled high and tightly folded, appeared as calm and collected as ever.
She remained dazzling and captivating, regarding everything as nothing but illusion, which she could dismiss with a smile.
She acted as if she wasn't the one who had indulged in sensual pleasures and committed evil deeds with him.
In that cramped cave, it wasn't she who was forced to be intimate with him, her body stained with filth.
That expression made him even more confused.
It's unclear what those five days of intense passion and intimacy meant to her.
Hua Buxiu dared not ask; she found this feeling of inferiority and unfamiliarity laughable even to herself.
A thin mist trembled in his eyes. He used all his strength to steady his trembling hands, grabbed her wrist, and squeezed out a few words that sounded like he had exhausted all his strength.
Light as a drifting catkin.
"No."
Jiang Xianwan ignored the three seemingly mundane words, effortlessly brushed his hand away, and took the ointment.
After a moment, he said helplessly, "You're holding it so tight, the wound is going to reopen."
Hua Buxiu suddenly sat up, ignoring the blood trickling down from the torn wound.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelids covered with a layer of crumbling blood vessels, and something seemed to shatter and erupt with her words.
Painful, suppressed gasps.
"Jiang Xianwan! Do you even know what we've done!"
What are you doing now?!
He grabbed her wrist and shoved a beautiful, slender, double-edged dagger, its surface wreathed in flowing fire, into her hand.
The sob squeezed out from deep within his chest eventually choked in his throat, leaving only broken breaths escaping from between his lips and teeth.
You should have stabbed me to death!
Jiang Xianwan lowered his eyes to examine the short sword in his hand. On the hilt, there seemed to be a phoenix with shimmering flames about to take flight.
On a whim, he looked up and asked, "Is this your natal magical artifact?"
She had never seen Hua Buxiu use any magical artifacts. When he dealt with them, he either used his bare hands or was very skilled at setting fires.
When will I take out my magical artifact and treat the four of them with elegance?
Hua Buxiu: "..." You wicked disciple!
The atmosphere of impending death was instantly diluted.
A pupil that seemed to never stop snowing was instantly blown away by a gentle breeze.
Hua Buxiu's long eyelashes trembled twice rapidly, her expression breaking again, undergoing several dramatic changes.
Finally, as if he was devastated by her words, he glared at her for several seconds with an extremely unbearable look, then leaned back heavily with his ears turning red.
After a long pause, he uttered a word of despair, a word that conveyed his bewilderment and helplessness.
"roll."
You heartless, wicked disciple!
She wasn't angry with him at all?
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
What a heartless scoundrel! He pulled up his pants and told her to get lost.
She refused to leave.
Both master and apprentice could see that they were cursing each other in their hearts, and even the air around them seemed to be in a silent tug-of-war.
Jiang Xianwan sat on the edge of the couch, leisurely flipping the short sword over. "What's it called?"
Hua Buxiu: "..." Is that the point?
Meeting a pair of extremely serious and curious eyes, Hua Buxiu once again lost his composure, unsure of what expression to show, resulting in a broken expression on his face.
His fingers, hanging on the bedding, twitched repeatedly; a lump of air caught in his throat, and his chest rose and fell slowly.
When he spoke again, there was a hint of despair in his voice.
"Go to hell."
Jiang Xianwan: "...?" No?
If she doesn't leave, should we tell her to go die?
Is that woman even human?
Even if it was a one-night stand, they still slept together for five days. Surely they must have developed some feelings for each other?
Is he really that heartless?
Why should I live while she dies?
Jiang Xianwan's pupils dilated in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief, his eyes screaming: You actually want me to die?
Hua Buxiu: "..."
He was instantly silenced by the wicked disciple.
He couldn't catch his breath again and almost crushed one of his teeth.
His slender fingers slowly and weakly rose to cover his face, and he exhaled a long, broken breath.
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
Mechanical numbness.
"It's called... 'Go, die'."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Jiang Xianwan also fell silent.
All right.
Even if she's a beautiful woman, she shouldn't be this inhuman.
Whose personal magical artifact is named 'Go Die'? It's pretty arrogant, I must say.
After a while.
A fair and objective review.
"Well, you're quite arrogant."
No normal person could come up with this name.
Go to hell: "..."
Hua Buxiu: "..."
He took another deep breath and dryly defended himself, "I didn't come up with that name."
What's going on in that wicked disciple's head?
No matter how arrogant he is, he can't be so arrogant as to give his own natal magical artifact such a unique name...
"Who named it?" Jiang Xianwan blurted out.
Hua Buxiu: "..." Is this the time to discuss this issue?
He closed his eyes weakly, his voice trembling.
"I don't know."
He truly did not know.
His natal magical artifact was named from birth.
Moreover, it really likes and is very proud of its name.
Upon hearing this, the tombstone couldn't help but burst into laughter, nearly fainting from laughing so hard inside Jiang Xianwan's mustard seed bag.
Who else could have named it?
Of course, it's their tiger ladies!
This was their first meeting, and Jiang Xianwan coldly spat two words in his face:
"Go to hell."
A fierce battle was about to break out. Feng Yi's murderous aura and poised-to-be-defeated phoenix feathers suddenly went berserk upon hearing those two words.
Caught off guard by the clash of their icy gazes, she immediately and cleverly chose a name for herself.
Call……
Go to hell.
The two, who were about to start fighting, fell silent as they looked at the flamboyant phoenix feather.
Feng Yi, who was known for being oblivious to everyone and had a notoriously difficult personality, remained expressionless for a long time, staring silently at his own phoenix feathers with his eyes downcast.
In the end, no fight broke out.
Jiang Xianwan: "..." What's so funny about this piece of junk?
Is it funny?
Jiang Xianwan unilaterally ended the topic, casually put down the short sword, and wiped the bloodstains from his waist and abdomen with a damp handkerchief.
After a moment, he stopped moving again.
"Could you please relax a little and not be so tense?"
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