Chapter 292 All Dead
Looking at the wicked disciple whose lips were slightly upturned and who seemed to have everything under control, Hua Buxiu's fingers in his sleeve curled up and then unfolded almost imperceptibly.
Pulled apart by invisible threads, all the struggling and wavering, even the few scattered kiss marks on her fingertips, all swayed to one side.
The silent war unfolding before our eyes has now been decided.
Suddenly, he gripped Jiang Xianwan's wrist tightly and, amidst the bewildered gazes of the Six Sects, took a step forward.
The wind in the woods was a bit warm, the branches and leaves rustled against each other, a wild fruit burst open with a soft sound as it ripened, and an unknown bird chirped once or twice in the thick shade, disturbing the peace of mind.
Jiang Xianwan crossed his arms and leaned calmly against the tree trunk, watching the roots of the old tree in the distance bulge out of the soil.
Do not move.
He didn't say anything.
The way he leisurely enjoyed the scenery made him look like a heartless man who had just finished sleeping with someone and then forgot about them as soon as he turned his head!
Hua Buxiu: "..." He was tired of saying the words "wicked disciple".
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Anyway, she didn't say anything.
She did nothing wrong.
If he is unwilling, she will not force him to take responsibility.
There's absolutely no way you'll get her to speak up on her own initiative.
The two, master and apprentice, stood in the sunlight filtered through layers of dense foliage.
One is enduring.
One is holding it in.
They are evenly matched.
I don't know how much time passed.
Jiang Xianwan and Yu Guangzhong's figure in blue seemed to move slightly, or perhaps it was just an illusion.
But then I heard...
“I went out for a walk, and before I could refuse her, you came back.”
His voice, with its low timbre, was like the clear sound of black jade being struck together—warm and gentle, yet tinged with a hint of stiffness, as if enveloped in smoke.
These three points were filled with helplessness, panic, embarrassment, and tension...
Jiang Xianwan: "...Oh." Oh wow! The beautiful flower has a mouth?
Explain to her why he was standing with Lin Qingran just now.
What does this mean?
Afraid she'll be jealous?
Afraid she'll overthink it?
Jiang Xianwan's mind raced, but his expression remained unchanged as he nodded nonchalantly.
An indifferent attitude.
Hua Buxiu: "..."
He was so angry at his unfilial disciple that a red mark appeared on his eyes.
Traitorous disciple!
No heart!
Hua Buxiu suddenly turned his back, his fingers unconsciously clenching his sleeves until his knuckles turned white.
His breathing was steady, even too steady, as if he was deliberately maintaining a certain dignity.
However, the redness had already spread to the corners of his eyes, tearing a deep wound through his usual laziness and self-control.
He blinked, quickly trying to dispel the uninvited dampness, but the red stain became even more pronounced.
Hearing his wicked disciple acting nonchalantly and doing nothing, he suddenly hummed a few cheerful tunes behind him before abruptly turning around.
If I can't control myself, I'll take another step closer.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"Jiang, Xian, Wan!"
Is she even human?
She can even hum a little tune?
Is this how she treats him?
Once you put it in your mouth, you stop pretending altogether?
What kind of wicked disciple could sleep with their own master and still act so nonchalantly and irresponsibly!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
What's wrong with her humming a little tune?
Can't she hum a tune?
Didn't he sleep with her too?
What master could sleep with his own disciple and then still act so irresponsible and hypocritical?
Who exactly is impersonating her, please tell me?
Of course… well, she admits, she was putting on a little act.
If it were in the past, the first reaction upon hearing these three words would definitely be to run away as fast as you could.
Now, those three words don't feel oppressive to her at all.
but.
Seeing the beauty's eyes red with anger, he still managed to muster a shred of conscience as her disciple.
But there aren't many.
He looked puzzled and bewildered.
"What's wrong?"
It was as if she had suddenly remembered something.
Innocent blink.
"You haven't left yet?"
Hua Buxiu: "..."
What's wrong?
How could she possibly ask what was wrong?
What do you mean he hasn't left yet?
She had no idea why he wasn't leaving.
Does he have to leave just because she tells him to?
What right does he have to leave?
He won't leave!
She wanted to drive him away so she could live happily ever after with Emperor Yin Fox and the others.
Oh!
Delusion!
He gave her his clean body, and she didn't want to take responsibility for it, so she didn't.
No one dares to devour him completely and then escape unscathed!
No one dared to kick Hua Buxiu away like a piece of junk!
His lips curled up slightly in a short smile.
The laughter came out in short bursts from the nose, with a slight breathiness, like a half-exhausted breath.
But in his eyes, all the struggle, the pulling, the bitterness... were gone!
His eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and a smile that had not yet fully bloomed lingered at the corners of his mouth.
The confidence and composure emanating from within spread outwards like a silent sound wave, while the light source gathers itself.
He slowly took a step forward, and amidst Jiang Xianwan's somewhat strange expression, his slender, jade-like fingers pressed against her shoulder, giving her a push.
Fixed to the tree trunk, confined between the large sleeves that reach the ground.
His head was lowered, and he wore a half-smile.
His gaze remained calm, the curve of his lips subtle, somewhere between understanding and mockery, but it didn't reach his eyes.
The words he uttered seemed to carry a hint of laughter.
But it's more like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, sending chills down your spine.
He also carried... the utterly broken defenses of someone who had been abandoned by their wife.
His fingertips gently touched Jiang Xianwan's heart.
His words were utterly sarcastic and unsettling.
"Jiang Xianwan".
Why should I leave?
Why should I leave?
"What? Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? Is it because you're being all lovey-dovey with those men?"
As he spoke, the composure on his face shattered completely.
It seemed they didn't want to give her a chance to speak, and were even more afraid that if she did, she would say something that would infuriate people.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression mocking, and his distinct fingers suddenly pinched the back of her neck, which was covered with hickeys.
"Just because they can do it doesn't mean I deserve it?"
"Serves you right for sleeping with me and then kicking me away?"
"Jiang Xianwan! What do you take me for? A piece of trash that's easy to get rid of? A one-night stand in a brothel? You think you can just sleep with me and kick me out whenever you want!"
"Let me leave?"
"Why should I leave!"
"Why didn't you let Di Yin leave! Why didn't you let Feng Hui Xue Yun Wei Ze leave!"
"Jiang Xianwan! Let me tell you, I'm not leaving like this! You've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to mess with me! You think you can get rid of me? Wishful thinking!"
"You have to give me this title today, whether you like it or not!"
"Either I die, or you die!"
"What I, Hua Buxiu, cannot have, no one else can have either!"
"All...die."
As he finished speaking, his dark eyes seemed calm, his jawline was drawn like a brushstroke, and his face no longer showed any of his usual carefree and lazy demeanor.
His voice was frighteningly flat, devoid of any warmth or variation.
The corners of his lips held a half-smile, a calm that was both icy cold and maddeningly hot.
It exudes an air of untouchable nobility and a commanding presence befitting someone who has long held a superior position.
His eyes were long and narrow with slightly upturned corners. His eyelashes were like raven feathers covered in snow, and his eyes were a deep, dark jade color. They seemed gentle, but in reality, they held a deep, cold depth like a thousand-year-old pool.
It's insane...it's chilling.
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Damn it. That beautiful woman has gone berserk.
...They're all dead?
It would be better if it didn't have a mouth at all!
But is Jiang Xianwan someone who can be easily frightened?
She was determined to strangle the beautiful woman to death!
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