Chapter 75075 Kiss
Chapter 75
Before Princess An could fully grasp her situation, she instinctively retreated backwards. The guards around her rushed forward to protect her.
Wan Fei steadied herself, finally seeing clearly what had burst from the cage. It was indeed a tiger spirit, but its eyes were hollow, with only the dead whites of its eyes, devoid of pupils. A black mist enveloped its massive body.
Yingji waved from a distance, and the eerie tiger spirit, as obedient as a puppet, opened its bloody mouth and roared at the group of Anfei. A black mist carrying a bloody smell erupted.
The guards immediately cast a spell to block the attack, and then cast a spell at the same time to attack the evil tiger spirit.
Concubine An looked up at the tiger spirit hovering in the air. She frowned and shifted her gaze from the tiger spirit to Yingji. She saw her pointing her fingers again and again. It was a spell-casting gesture she had never seen before. It didn't even look like a spell-casting gesture, more like random pointing.
She had no idea that her daughter had become so capable now.
Ying Ji, not far away, also shifted her gaze from the tiger spirit to Wan Fei. She twitched her lips slightly, and with her slender fingers, she tapped the air twice. The black mist tiger spirit suspended in midair let out an earth-shattering roar, and the black mist grew thicker before splitting into three.
Originally there was only one tiger spirit, but now three tiger spirits of the same size attacked Princess An and her group at the same time.
The guards immediately gathered more powerful strength to resist.
Just as the two forces were about to collide, suddenly a flash of light appeared and penetrated into the two forces about to collide at an extremely fast speed, quickly dissolving them.
A white feather slowly fell.
Seeing the white feather clearly, Princess An was stunned, and then she was overjoyed. She turned her head sharply and saw the feather in the snow not far away.
Xue Zhongyu's face remained as pale as paper, and his figure was emaciated. Casting a spell now only exacerbated his internal injuries. He pursed his lips tightly, swallowing a mouthful of blood.
He walked closer step by step on the white snow and stopped between Anfei and Yingji.
"My son! You're awake!" Hot tears of joy slowly gathered in An Fei's delighted eyes.
Xue Zhongyu forced a smile, but, wanting to suppress the sweetness, he dared not speak. He turned and gazed at Yingji, a bright red figure standing amidst the snow.
The cold wind blew her red gauze skirt, making her the only bright color in Xue Zhongyu's pale and lifeless sight, red as blood.
While training, Xue Zhongyu's thoughts of Yingji disrupted his spiritual energy and caused him to fall into a coma. Yet, even in his coma, he still retained a vague sense of consciousness. He could hear half of what Wanfei whispered in his ear over and over again.
He knew that his mother wanted to take Ying Ji's life-saving elixir.
He doesn't want to.
His obsession woke him up and he arrived in time.
Concubine Wan sensed Xue Zhongyu's weakness. Even if he woke up, she would still take Yingji's life pill and use that secret recipe to heal Xue Zhongyu's disordered spiritual veins.
She looked past Xue Zhongyu at her daughter in front of her and said in a deep voice, "Aying, since you were already prepared and even replaced the captured Bajiao in advance, why did you come back? Did you come back just to find out the reason?"
Wan Fei shook her head: "Are you too stupid or too confident?"
She was determined to get Yingji's life-saving pill, so how could she simply threaten Yingji to commit suicide by using Basho's life?
Concubine Wan waved her hand, and immediately, seven shadows appeared silently from the vast snowy sky. They approached Yingji step by step.
"Take her life-saving elixir. Now!" Princess An ordered.
"Mother!" Xue Zhongyu turned around and hurriedly stopped him. Because he was too anxious, he finally couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Yu'er!" Princess An was horrified and went to help Xue Zhongyu, and at the same time gave another order to take Ying Ji's life immediately.
Yingji smiled as she watched the deep love between mother and son. She was calm and indifferent, without any emotion.
The seven people continued to walk towards Yingji.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed.
It was a silver sword, stuck in the snow in front of Yingji. The sharp sword light stopped the seven people in their tracks.
Yingji looked at the sword and frowned almost imperceptibly - she recognized this sword.
"The Ai Xue Cave houses several vicious monsters. It seems the most vicious thing is the human heart." Jian Feng approached from a distance. "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Concubine An's love for her son and daughter truly forms a stark contrast."
Jianfeng bent down and drew his sword.
"Tsk. Those who know you would say that you have a deep love for your son, while those who don't would think that Princess An has some special fetish for her own son."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Wan Fei stared at Jian Feng angrily.
Xue Zhongyu had wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He turned around and looked at Jian Feng with complicated eyes.
But there were more important matters at hand. Xue Zhongyu looked at Ying Ji and said honestly, "Ah Ying, Mother was only momentarily concerned. I dare not ask you to forgive her, but please believe me, as long as I live, I will never allow such a thing to happen again."
The faint smile between Yingji's eyebrows disappeared, and she looked at Xue Zhongyu coldly.
Her silence was like a knife piercing Xue Zhongyu's heart. He was a little anxious. He took a step forward and said urgently, "Aying, you must believe me! I am your eldest brother. Let's not talk about the past. I will do my utmost to protect you in the future!"
Before Yingji could speak, Jianfeng sneered. He glanced at Xuezhongyu with disdain and said, "Why are you always like this? Why are you pretending to be innocent?"
Xue Zhongyu was stunned and retorted, "When have I always been like this? Let's not talk about the grudge between you and me for now. I just want to say to Aying—"
"She doesn't need your protection, just don't cause her any trouble." Jianfeng interrupted Xue Zhongyu impatiently.
"Besides, her eldest brother has never been you." Jian Feng's words were filled with ridicule and warning.
Under the complicated gazes of the mother and son, Jianfeng turned around.
Unlike the expression he had when facing the mother and son, Jianfeng had a smiling face when looking at Yingji.
"Aying, let's go." Jianfeng stretched out his hand to put it on Yingji's shoulder, but was surprised to see that his hand easily passed through Yingji's body.
"This is..." Jianfeng was stunned.
Yingji's bright red figure swayed, slowly disintegrated into countless points of light, and gradually disappeared.
Before her figure completely disappeared, Jianfeng heard her say to herself—
"have a finger in the pie."
It turned out that Yingji hadn't come at all. After so long, no one had noticed her. Her figure was just a phantom conjured by magic.
Jianfeng touched his nose, feeling both amused and helpless.
Elsewhere, Xue Zhongyu fell into sorrow. Concubine Wan harbored murderous intent. Ying Ji's true form hadn't arrived today, and she now wanted to kill Xue Zhongjian.
But she saw a figure hiding in the shadows not far away—it was someone close to His Majesty. His Majesty's spies were buried here, so it seemed she couldn't attack Xue Zhongjian today.
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The small courtyard next to Wangu Mountain is shrouded in the warm summer sunlight, unlike the severe cold of Aixue Cave.
Yingji slowly opened her eyes and extinguished the shadow talisman.
There was still a hint of aloofness and coldness on her face.
This shadow talisman took quite a while, and Yingji was clearly tired. She took a moment to relax, then glanced around the room, spotting Bajiao sleeping soundly under the table.
A faint fragrance wafted in from the yard.
Yingji stood up and pushed open the wooden window. A richer aroma drifted in. It was the scent of lotus flowers, with a hint of tea.
Yingji saw Kongfan at a glance.
He was wearing a white robe with wide sleeves, sitting upright at the stone table, with his eyelids half closed. His slender fingers pinched the white piece and placed it on the chessboard. Then, after a little thought, he placed the black piece.
Accompanied by fragrant tea, the aroma of tea becomes sacred.
All the stench in Ai Xue Cave seemed to be a thing of the past life, and now it was peaceful and quiet, as he had created.
Yingji's eyes gradually softened as she quietly looked at Kongfan who was playing chess alone in the afterglow of the sunset.
"Do you want to play chess?" Kong Fan looked up at her and invited her.
Yingji walked out of the room and did not sit down opposite Kongfan. Instead, she directly pulled up his hand that was on his leg, made room for him, sat on his legs, put her arms around his shoulders, and looked up at him.
She was like a soft cloud, nestled in his arms.
Kong Fan restrained himself and did not reach out to hug her.
"Monk, won't you hug me?" Yingji looked at him and smiled sweetly at him.
Kong Fan raised his hand, placed it on her slender waist, and gently pulled Ying Ji closer to his arms.
"Kiss me again," she said again.
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