266 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Forty-Three
As they walked along the path, they seemed to be surrounded by a sea of flowers, or like lovers, enjoying the breath of youth. An incomparable sense of tranquility and peace instantly spread through them.
At this moment, sunlight filters through the treetops, dappling the peach blossoms and creating a dreamlike play of light and shadow. Beside the peach grove, a small stream seems to flow gently. Viewed from above, the peach grove resembles a flowing painting, instantly captivating all who behold it.
Seeing the familiar scene before them, the two girls were overjoyed. They quickly landed on the ground and whispered, "Sister, sister, it's us, we're back."
But at this moment, there was not a sound, not a response.
He Chen felt certain that he knew what the situation was; it seemed that he, an outsider, was frightened.
Wanqing immediately understood and said with Rourou, "Sister Xixi, it's us. This is our husband, Shen Lang. Just now, Shen Lang wiped out the Wolf Clan, Monkey Clan, Bear Clan, and Yellow Clan."
Perhaps it was the terrifying aura from just now that intimidated them, but now the owner of this place seemed to know that he could not escape. His belongings were restricted by strange rules, and he could not take them away. Otherwise, he might have already left secretly.
A person walked slowly out from among the peach blossoms, with an unparalleled beauty!
The beauty of the newcomer was like the morning dew, crystal clear and almost too beautiful to look at; it was also like crystal under the moonlight, radiating a cool and mysterious glow.
Slender and graceful, every step, every glance, every smile exudes captivating charm. Her skin is delicate, like snow, flawless, cloud-like, and brocade-like—irresistible.
Whether facing familiar people or unfamiliar men, the slightest furrow or relaxation of her brow, every smile and frown, tugs at the heartstrings of others, as if the entire world exists for her.
She spoke softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Wanqing, Rourou, is that you?" Her voice was ethereal and pure, like white noise, unadorned.
The voice was like the gentle murmur of a stream, soft and magnetic, captivating and mesmerizing.
Her demeanor was elegant and graceful, every movement radiating beauty, grace, and a calm and composed air that made her stand out from the crowd.
Exquisitely beautiful, deep as the night sky, seemingly able to see into the soul, its flawless beauty appears to be a perfect combination.
Such a peerless beauty, it is estimated that only the beauty of the sword spirit can rival her!
Looking at He Chen, her expression was calm, devoid of any possessiveness or desire, only simple appreciation and a touch of gratitude. Ji Xixi felt at peace.
Rou Rou and Wan Qing rushed into the arms of the newcomers as if they were seeing family. Ji Xixi gently stroked her daughter as if she were her own.
She gently comforted the two women, making them feel warm and safe. Rou Rou and Wan Qing's faces beamed with happy smiles!
Rourou choked back tears as she said, "Sister, we miss you so much!" A hint of reluctance from not seeing each other for so long, though choked with emotion, made her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song, instantly bringing comfort to those who heard it.
Ji Xixi chuckled softly, her voice hesitant yet melodious, like a fish out of water, gentle and pleasant to the ear, and like a nightingale emerging from a valley, softly expressing her concern, "It's good that my two younger sisters are safe. Seeing that they are safe and sound puts my mind at ease."
Instantly, the three girls started chatting excitedly. Wanqing and Rourou nestled in Xixi's arms, unwilling to let go.
From the beginning, at some point, Wanqing and Rourou met Sister Xixi and went through many difficult and happy times together, and from then on, they built a deep friendship.
Xixi also loves the two of them very much, often helps them, and takes meticulous care of them, treating them like her own younger sisters.
Xixi had also calculated the consequences of leaving this time. She knew that if Wanqing and Rourou stayed in the Ten Thousand Mountains, they would be in even greater danger.
At this moment, Wanqing and Rourou were like children who never grew up, pressing their heads tightly against Xixi's chest. Although they had grown up, the familiar action and the feeling they liked best still seemed to be finding warmth in Xixi's arms.
Of course, now there is another person who cares for them, loves them, and cherishes them dearly.
After a moment of tenderness, Wanqing and Rourou said to Xixi, "Sister Xixi, this time you've come, why don't you leave here with us? Okay, Sister Xixi, we want to be with you forever. The three of us hope we'll never be separated!"
Xixi nodded, gently hugged them, and said, "Okay, I'm leaving too. This isn't a place to stay for long. Thank you!"
The three of them quietly embraced each other, chattering away. Wanqing and Rourou shared their story, from escaping the Ten Thousand Mountains to being chased and then meeting Shenlang, in their melodious voices.
Xixi exclaimed in surprise!
Time passed quickly, and the sun gradually hung in the west.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the faces of Wanqing, Rourou, and Xixi, making them incredibly beautiful. Their faces, illuminated by the setting sun, appeared exceptionally soft, beautiful, and captivating.
Wanqing's face, like the shimmering surface of a lake under the setting sun, was rosy with a touch of gentleness and elegance. At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden glow on her face, making her look even more delicate and beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Her soft face was like a blooming peach blossom, fair with a rosy glow, beautiful with a touch of cuteness and sweetness. The setting sun, like tassels, cast a mysterious glow on her body and hair, making her look even more fresh and sweet.
Xixi's face was like a snow-capped mountain under the setting sun, pure and ethereal, beautiful with a touch of nobility and mystery. The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be there to adorn her, making her appear even more mysterious and noble at this moment.
Three gentle, sweet, kind-hearted, and innocent women whispered secrets to each other, too beautiful to be disturbed. They were as lovely as a painting, captivating and unforgettable!
I'm almost intoxicated by what I'm seeing. I just want to hold them all in my arms, sit gently in a rocking chair, and rock them slowly, forgetting all my troubles.
A gentle evening breeze brought a refreshing coolness. It caressed the three women's faces, like a warm embrace, sweeping away their fatigue and restlessness. It also comfortably woke them up.
The three women glanced at He Chen shyly.
Wanqing and Rourou reluctantly got out of Xixi's arms, their faces beaming with happiness that they couldn't hide.
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