304 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Chapter 33)
Yun Su nodded, glancing at the two women. Her breath was sweet as orchids, and a smile flashed across her face. "Miss Han must feel the same way. She must have her own unspoken troubles. Such a beauty, if she were to appear frequently, followed by a pair of suitors, some of whom wouldn't even know her true feelings, would probably be utterly annoyed."
Then, a hint of self-reproach crossed her face, yet her beauty was breathtaking. "Miss Han, I came here at your invitation, but I never expected this to happen. If I cannot find my beloved, or if I cannot cure this poison, I'm afraid..."
Hesitant to speak, unable to make a decision, Piaomiaoyue felt the same way, the pressure suddenly increasing in her heart. She quickly regained her composure, speaking calmly and tactfully in a low voice.
'As for your lover, I've never heard of Miss Han having someone in her heart before. If you did, you would probably have come with me. Just now, I noticed that Miss Han didn't mention anyone else's name.'
With a hint of certainty, she said, "Just now, I saw Miss Han looking at her lover with a different expression, quite similar to ours—gentle and affectionate, soft and sweet, yet with a touch of complexity."
He then fell silent, his mind conflicted, ultimately realizing he had no choice and didn't really want to.
Yun Su's eyes were initially unfocused, but then gradually cleared, and she sighed, "My lover is truly charming."
She sighed inwardly, feeling that her lover's very existence was a kind of silent charm, an irresistible temptation, and an indescribable demeanor, just as he had always attracted her, like a moth drawn to a flame, never regretting it until death.
She nodded slightly, leaning softly on the ethereal Yuexiu's shoulder, "If that's the case, then it's acceptable. However, it's up to the Master to decide."
The two remained silent, a strange feeling stirring within them, a peculiar excitement.
Under the moonlight, the two women stood close together, their stunningly beautiful faces appearing even more captivating. Their eyes sparkled with a crystal-clear light, like two stars shimmering in the soft moonlight.
Their long, silky hair flowed smoothly, a few strands gently brushing against their fair cheeks, adding a touch of allure to their beauty. Their eyebrows, thin as willow leaves, were elegant and natural, yet revealed a hint of worry.
Her figure was graceful, like two blooming flowers, elegant and charming. She gazed at the place where her lover had gone, whispering softly, her words unheard. The evening breeze ruffled her skirt, bringing a sense of tranquility and delight.
He Chen stepped quietly into Shijia Village. He had long wanted to resolve the hidden dangers of Shijia Village, and after many twists and turns, he had finally arrived today, seemingly by chance. At this moment, he was extremely vigilant. His inner energy cultivation technique was constantly activated. He focused his mind and held his breath.
But the moment you step inside, you're greeted by a rare and idyllic rural scene. It's unbelievable!
Looking down, the area is a golden rice field, with the rice stalks rising and falling in the wind, as if one were in a golden ocean.
Along the edge of the rice paddies were rows of loofah and bean trellises, their vines covered in clusters of golden and pale blue flowers. Beyond a patch of emerald green watermelon fields stretched a vast expanse of golden rapeseed, like a golden sea. A winding path meandered through the flowers, like a long dragon—it was absolutely beautiful!
The sorghum blushed red. The corn stalks beamed with joy. The fragrance of osmanthus, maple, and evergreen trees wafted through the air—the scent of osmanthus, the delicate fragrance of orchids, and the sweet aroma of ripe fruit. It was truly a paradise on earth!
A group of children ran and played on the country path, their laughter carrying from afar. Elderly people sat under the shade of trees, chatting leisurely about everyday life. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful, as if there were no worries in the world.
Wearing short sleeves and rubber shoes, holding a sharp hoe, they mechanically repeat the process of hoeing and weeding, wiping the sweat from their foreheads with the back of their hands. Women are washing clothes or vegetables by the pond!
Everything is a distant memory, but revisiting it now feels like returning to that time and space. Those past days may have become blurred, but here and now, the ripples stirred in my heart are a return to yesterday.
I wonder if what I see elsewhere is also the most beautiful thing, or the scenery or people I meet, which is why I am so captivated and unwilling to wake up. Perhaps it is wrong, but I would rather be wrong than wake up. Life is too bitter, so I am captivated.
Revisiting these memories, I thought I had forgotten them, yet they remain somewhat clear in my mind. The fragments of the past are like photographs turned over by the wind, as if they were part of a painting, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.
At this moment, nothing can break this peace and tranquility, not even a little!
At this moment, countless, fine, and strange forces began to rapidly invade the three thousand layers of the Vajra-level divine bell cover, striking the bronze bell like raindrops, without ceasing or ever tiring.
The bell emitted a deep and resonant sound, like an ancient melody, echoing in my ears, and seemingly carrying an ancient charm.
At the beginning, the eerie power, as thin as a hair, instantly invaded the tenth layer. Then, it was quickly blocked. When it attacked again, it could only break through the fifth layer. Now, it can only strike the first layer incessantly, unable to make any progress.
The mental technique operated automatically and subtly, and the strange power was bombarded by the burning lightning, burning it away like leaves in a whirlwind.
Then, the number of kill points increased by 1, flashing continuously before my eyes.
Without any success, the strange force grew even more anxious, or perhaps ashamed, like rain that was now pouring down harder and harder, the raindrops growing larger and larger, and the sound of the rain hitting the bronze bell becoming increasingly intense.
It was like a rain of arrows, like stars dotting the night, determined to shatter the great bell into pieces. It wouldn't stop, emitting a crisp, piercing metallic clang, like a sudden storm, revealing its cruelty and ruthlessness.
Unmoved, I quietly gazed at this rare and beautiful scene. I wondered when and where I would ever see such beauty again, and it was a rare sight in my memory.
He thought to himself, 'If I were to run this business for a few years, could I achieve the same result?' Then he shook his head, realizing he probably couldn't.
If the world were at peace and industries were thriving, then such a scenario might be possible. But now, with these demons and monsters of unknown origin, the prosperity of the world and the rare beauty can only be appreciated slowly.
Who knows when I'll be able to appreciate such beauty again, or perhaps this is the only chance I'll ever have. At this moment, I remain silent, slowly observing, attentively, patiently, and meticulously.
However, at this moment, a beautiful young woman of sixteen or seventeen was dressed in a striking way: a delicate cherry blossom pink off-shoulder top that accentuated her slender neck and exquisite collarbones.
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