It looks great on you and suits you perfectly.
"Pah, he's really hard to kill."
The person opposite spat out blood, turned and met the gaze of the other survivor. Both of them looked calm, but their eyes and trembling hands were filled with fear.
They had a dozen or so men, and now only two of them are left, all killed by this brat.
“There’s still one inside. Go and kill him too,” one of them finally spoke up.
Just as the other was about to leave, his foot was suddenly grabbed, startling him so much that he immediately flinched.
"Don't touch him."
It was a very soft remark; the person didn't even hear it clearly.
He held his breath and looked at the hand that was grabbing him; it couldn't even be called a hand anymore, it was covered in blood.
"I said," the voice growled like a wild beast, "Don't touch him!" Tang Qi suddenly sprang up, grabbed the man's clothes, and punched him hard in the face.
"Damn, he's not dead—" A crimson light filled the scene before him. The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, his pupils slowly dilating: "...Through."
"They're completely dead now."
Tang Qi stood up with a smile, blood still dripping from his fingertips. He slowly raised his eyes and stared at the only survivor opposite him like a demon: "Which foot went in?"
The person opposite was so frightened that they clenched their legs together and their hands trembled, too afraid to utter a sound.
"Forget it, you can't save either of them."
With a swift movement, blood splattered all over Tang Qi's body. His grip loosened, and the sword clattered to the ground. He breathed heavily and laboriously bent down to sit.
"Ha...ha...hahaha...cough cough."
He didn't know what he was laughing at; he just sat on the ground, tilted his head back, and laughed loudly. The tears that slid down were hot; laughing hurt, and crying hurt too.
After he finished laughing, he slowly dragged himself to his feet. A short while later, a pair of feet appeared in front of Cheng Junshi. When he looked up, Tang Qi was squatting down, offering him a pure white flower with only one petal stained with blood.
"I think he was scared to death by you." Cheng Junshi looked at him and chuckled twice, panting.
I think so too.
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter in unison. After they had finished laughing, Tang Qi finally stopped, sat cross-legged in front of Cheng Junshi, and slowly opened his mouth, staring at him with a smile.
"We won't survive."
It was a very simple sentence, spoken in a relaxed and casual tone, making it seem as if life and death were not a big deal.
Tang Qi wasn't lying. He was exhausted and had no strength left to lift his sword.
The two of them smiled at each other, facing each other. The cave was quiet, except for their breathing and the heavy, unmistakable sound of their heartbeats.
If another group of people comes, they will die.
But they're still looking at each other and laughing.
It was a silly, foolish, and bitter smile, but no one could bear to look away. Everyone knew in their hearts that this might be the last time they saw each other.
Their eyes shone brightly when they looked at each other, without any fear of death. Everything was intense, as if many things that should and shouldn't be said had melted into their gazes as they stayed together.
There will be no chance to meet again.
Then let's not have any more regrets.
Cheng Junshi watched as Tang Qi suddenly found the courage to take a desperate gamble. He swallowed hard, his throat tightening, and began, "I..."
Before he could speak, Tang Qi suddenly leaned over and tucked the flower in his hand behind Cheng Junshi's ear.
Cheng Junshi froze, his eyes widening slightly, his brows furrowing in surprise.
"It looks great."
Tang Qi looked at him and suddenly spoke, her tone serious.
"It suits you very well."
He laughed again.
Cheng Junshi still had his mouth open, staring into Tang Qi's eyes with sincerity and seriousness. He actually had a lot more to say, but in the end, Cheng Junshi didn't say anything. He just smiled again, just like Tang Qi.
It doesn't matter anymore.
No... that's not needed anymore.
Hu Xingche walked forward alone, sword in hand, head down. The quiet forest was filled with a chill. He walked very fast without saying a word.
"Hehe, um..." The person behind him scratched his head and said awkwardly.
"Is your brain a fake? Don't you know how badly you're hurt? If you don't leave soon, your injuries will heal." Hu Xingche stopped, took a deep breath, and turned around to yell at him.
Lu Juezhen blushed and said, "I was just scared because I had no experience! I thought this was the procedure for everyone who got injured."
"Can't you be a little more mature! Do you know how dangerous the boss and the others are?!" Hu Xingche finally couldn't hold back his emotions and exploded.
"Danger...danger...? Didn't they go to find reinforcements? We sent some of the pursuers with us. As long as we hold out until they find reinforcements, we'll all be safe, right?"
"Would General Wu be foolish enough to reveal the true location of the main army in front of so many people! Heading west is just a smokescreen; the road the leader and the others took has no reinforcements at all! This is the only way out for us!"
Lu Juezhen stared in disbelief, her mouth agape. A few seconds later, she suddenly screamed, "Why didn't you say so sooner! We need to go find reinforcements right now!"
The two of them immediately started running without delay.
The footsteps were heavy, and the owner of the voice made no attempt to hide himself. Tang Qi was already used to this deadly sound.
He looked at Cheng Junshi with a reassuring smile, then exhaled and prepared to stand up. Unexpectedly, Cheng Junshi suddenly supported himself with his hands and stood up before him. Tang Qi was stunned for a moment, then reached out to help him. Before Tang Qi could speak, Cheng Junshi had already stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
He picked up a dagger and brandished it a few times in front of Tang Qi, laughing, "How about it? Not bad, right?"
"You..." Tang Qi looked at him, paused for a moment, and then turned his head and laughed, "You're much worse than me, Shaoqing, you still have a lot to practice."
Cheng Junshi walked alongside him slowly to the cave entrance. His lips were still purplish-black, and his tendons were numb and he could barely use them, but he still gripped the dagger tightly. The long wound on his left hand was still dripping blood. The red color and pain kept him awake. Tang Qi, who was much more injured than him, comforted him instead, saying, "Life and death are predestined. To have Shaoqing by my side before I die, this life has been worthwhile."
Before seeing the person in person, Tang Qi still held onto a sliver of hope. His life had been too short, and looking back, it was filled with regret. It seemed that Tang Qi had used up all his luck in his early years. When the person opposite him showed his face, Tang Qi's hand holding the sword paused, and his eyes showed despair almost instantly. He just stood there stunned for a moment and then slowly smiled and said, "Ah Hu... you guys are really too slow."
It was another unavoidable battle. Tang Qi was at a disadvantage from the start. Every time he tried to strike, his moves were seen through and he was hit hard. Before long, Tang Qi's wrist began to tremble uncontrollably and he could no longer hold the sword. On the other side, Cheng Junshi was poisoned, but after taking the antidote, his condition was much better than Tang Qi's.
In the few clashing swords, he had already taken many lives. Looking back, Tang Qi, who had been exerting all his strength, was being forced to retreat repeatedly by a sword strike. He raised his sword slowly, gritting his teeth, and could only watch helplessly as his opponent kicked the sword out of his hand. Tang Qi was thrown far away, groaning in pain and unable to open his eyes.
"Tang Qi!"
He could only hear people calling his name, but he no longer had the strength to hide.
Tang Qi waited for a long time, but the expected pain did not come. When Tang Qi opened her eyes again, all she saw was Cheng Junshi's bright gaze.
He blocked the longsword aimed at him, and even smiled as he did so.
Tang Qi's mind went blank for a moment. Looking at the sword trapped in Cheng Junshi's shoulder, he suddenly felt a fire ignite in his heart. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he grabbed the sword in a fit of rage. Ignoring the pain in his hand, he forcefully pulled the sword back from the other man's hand and then thrust it forward, stabbing it hard into his throat.
He tried to charge forward recklessly, but Cheng Junshi grabbed him and held him firmly behind him. Cheng Junshi then led him and his sword through the opening.
However, no matter how stubbornly they resist, there will eventually be a dead end.
Cheng Junshi protected Tang Qi, struggling to raise his hand to hold up his long sword. Half of his white shirt was soaked with blood. He was panting heavily, but his expression was still fierce as he stared at the people who were surrounding him.
He and Tang Qi had already done their best.
The poison took effect quickly, and he choked on the blood that was about to gush out. Tang Qi was right behind him.
"Cheng Wang, I suddenly have a good idea," the person behind him said abruptly.
Cheng Junshi turned his head to look at him: "What?"
Tang Qi extended a dagger, still sporting a mischievous smile: "I'm not willing to die at their hands."
Cheng Junshi frowned slightly: "A terrible idea."
After saying this, he threw down the longsword in his hand, picked up the dagger at his waist, and continued, "However, I agree."
The two exchanged a smile, completely extinguishing any hope of survival. The people opposite were still slowly closing in, but Tang Qi had no interest in watching anymore. He stared intently at the dagger, then sighed and silently closed his eyes.
Cheng Junshi grasped his other hand, his voice, mixed with his heartbeat, leaping into Tang Qi's ears.
"I'll go with you."
"good."
He still didn't open his eyes.
However, at that moment, the person opposite them who was holding the sword suddenly cried out in pain and fell down in front of them.
Tang Qi looked up abruptly, and when she saw who it was, she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, and her body slumped down as if all her strength had been released.
He had no idea how long he had slept; he only felt as if he had experienced life several times over in a single night.
When Tang Qi opened his eyes, there were people sitting next to him. Several pairs of eyes met. He was stunned for a moment, then silently closed his eyes again.
The air is so quiet. The atmosphere is so awkward.
A bandage was thrown at Tang Qi, who was hit on the ground and groaned, "You're trying to murder me!"
“Murdering you would be too lenient,” the speaker said, giving him a disapproving look.
Tang Qi looked over with her hands behind her head, but a smile appeared on her lips as she said, "I really am destined to meet you two, young couple."
Shen Zhiqing scoffed and said, "You should reflect on why you always end up in such a sorry state."
"This time it really isn't my fault, Ye Qian! You be the judge!" Tang Qi hurriedly defended himself.
Ye Qian listened to Tang Qi's accusations from the side and just laughed, then said with an extremely upright and incorruptible face: "Qingqing is not wrong either."
......
"Ye Qian! You're blaming me..." Tang Qi suddenly remembered that he was the one who was supposed to be the "outsider," so he awkwardly stopped himself and said, "I was just helping to rescue people—"
He suddenly stopped, then almost jumped up as if he realized something: "Cheng Wang! He's been poisoned! Have you seen him?! How is he?!"
Tang Qi was so anxious that he almost jumped up and rushed in front of Ye Qian to ask, but unexpectedly, his question caused both of them to fall silent at the same time.
Ye Qian opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said nothing. Tang Qi's heart tightened when she saw his gaze, and when she turned her gaze to Shen Zhiqing's face, she silently turned her head away, unable to bear meeting Tang Qi's eyes.
Tang Qi suddenly felt his hands and feet turn icy cold. His body, which had just warmed up, suddenly turned cold again, as if his soul had been taken away. He was numb and unable to think.
"No...it's impossible." He still couldn't believe it.
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