Chapter 149 (Chapter 149 Rejection)
Chapter 149 Refusal
"Coming to demand our people back?" Ling Hao sneered. "I was planning to wait until Shici was in better shape before going to them to collect this blood debt, but they've come to us of their own accord. Well, that's fine, it saves me the trouble."
Seeing how badly Shici was injured—if it weren't for her timely return and the prompt exchange of internal energy between her and her master—Linghao felt a surge of anger. And since she was angry, she naturally wanted to get revenge.
Although Shici's injuries were inflicted because she provoked the other woman, Linghao isn't always reasonable. Like now, she doesn't care about reason. She only cares about the outcome: Shici is injured, and she wants revenge. Is there a problem with that? No.
To her surprise, they came to her door before she even went to them. How wonderful! Ling Hao, carrying Sui Xue, stormed out.
Gongzi Yu immediately followed, “Arrange for people to take turns guarding the poems.” He threw these words at the stunned guard.
"Yes, young master." The guard answered subconsciously, then came to his senses. There were also female guards in their group; arranging for them to take care of the poetry girl was fine, as they could stand guard outside the door.
But… the guard couldn’t help but look in the direction where Ling Hao had disappeared. Sigh, he really wanted to see how Ling Hao had utterly defeated those people. It was just a pity that the young master’s orders came first.
Ling Hao appeared at the inn's entrance and immediately saw several strangely dressed Persians standing there shouting. Their attire was indeed peculiar; perhaps to blend into the Great Zhou Dynasty, or for some other reason, they were wearing Great Zhou Dynasty clothing.
But these people added their own interpretations to these clothes, layering one or two of their own garments and hanging many strange decorations, making them look like walking Christmas trees. Oh, no, Christmas trees are much better looking than them; they don't deserve to be called Christmas trees.
"@#￥%&*@#￥%&*"
The Persians standing at the inn's entrance saw people coming out and started chattering away in Persian. However, Linghao didn't understand Persian, so he looked at the guards at the door and asked, "What are they saying?"
“Miss, we don’t understand either.” The guards shook their heads.
"They're saying that if we hand over Naslin, they'll slaughter us all to avenge their Grand Elder," said Gongzi Yu, who had caught up with them.
Linghao turned to look at Gongzi Yu, her eyes filled with surprise, "Ayu, you know Persian?"
"I know a little," Gongzi Yu said casually. "If it's not too difficult, I can understand it." In fact, he could not only understand it, but also write it. He was so smart that many things in the world were not difficult for him, and he learned many things very quickly.
He found it boring, so he went to learn other things, but the same thing happened with other things. So Gongzi Yu learned many things, but he would soon find them boring and then turn to other things.
“Naslin? Are they talking about poetry?” Ling Hao asked another question.
"It should be," Gongzi Yu said.
The poems never mentioned her former name, so they really didn't know if her original name was Naslin. But since these Persians had come knocking on their door and were shouting like that, it must be true.
“You were taught by someone who was completely clueless. If you don’t let me be clueless, then you’re the one who’s clueless,” one of the Persians outside the door said.
Ling Hao picked at her ear and refused outright: "I won't give it to you."
"You're asking for trouble."
"You're the one looking for trouble." Ling Hao sneered, drawing the Snow Shard from her hand. "Today I'll show you what it means to come and never return!" With that, she leaped forward.
The Persians immediately produced several command arrows, which appeared neither gold nor jade, but rather like black flames, varying in size and length. They coordinated their movements, their techniques both unpredictable and filled with murderous intent.
Ling Hao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, his eyes gleamed with fighting spirit. "In that case, let's see who is more skilled."
Gongzi Yu's gaze remained fixed on Ling Hao, watching as her fighting spirit intensified and her sword intent grew ever more chilling. At this moment, she was like the embodiment of her sword; had his inner strength not been high enough, he wouldn't have even been able to see her.
Ah Hao's swordsmanship had improved again. It was as if she had no bottlenecks; she grew and progressed every day, and her swordsmanship became more and more refined. How could there be someone as powerful as Ah Hao? She simply didn't seem like someone that could be born in this world.
Thinking of this, Gongzi Yu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He understood, he understood, he finally understood. He finally understood why he often felt that Ahao was out of place in this world, why he often felt anxious and insecure because of Ahao, and why, even though her love was so clear, he was still worried about losing her.
Because his Ah Hao wasn't born of this world; she came from somewhere else. Her incongruity stemmed from the fact that she didn't grow up in this world, and his worries and anxieties arose from his long-held, vague awareness that she might disappear from his world.
Ah Hao, Ah Hao, Ah Hao, his Ah Hao. Gongzi Yu's gaze was fixed on Ling Hao, his heart repeating her name over and over again. It seemed that in this way, he could engrave Ling Hao's name in his heart, keep her by his side, and the two of them could never be separated again.
Gongzi Yu felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He never imagined that the reason he might lose Ahao wasn't because she no longer loved him, but because she might very well disappear from his world. The hair ribbon from the Huashan Sect was made of such a special material; it must have been brought from her world.
How could this happen? He thought they could be together forever. Gongzi Yu looked at Ling Hao with deep sorrow, but it quickly twisted into a distorted expression. He would keep her, using every means to keep her by his side, forcing her to stay forever.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Gongzi Yu slapped himself. No, how could he do something to hurt Ahao? He couldn't hurt Ahao, because he didn't want to see her even the slightest bit unhappy or sad.
His Ah Hao was an eagle in the sky, a free-flying eagle, not a thrush imprisoned in the name of love. An eagle will die if it is locked up. Gongzi Yu looked at Ling Hao with extremely sad and painful eyes, as if she would leave him at any moment.
Several guards were intently watching their admired young lady wreak havoc when their young master suddenly went berserk and slapped himself. They were all stunned, and their first reaction was to turn away as if they hadn't seen anything.
Their young master can go mad, but they can't watch; otherwise, who knows if he might go mad again? Oh no! Hasn't their young master been mad for a long time? How could he go mad again? It's terrifying!
Ling Hao: "???"
They're fighting right now, what's going on in her head? What's she having this time?
Although Ling Hao was fully focused on fighting the people from the Persian headquarters, she could feel that Gongzi Yu's emotions were too intense. Helpless, she could only spare some attention for Gongzi Yu.
Fortunately, her martial arts skills were now far superior to what they were when she first came down the mountain, otherwise she would have been killed. Then Ling Hao heard a slapping sound; clearly, it was Gongzi Yu slapping himself, because no one dared or could slap him. Oh, except for her, but wasn't she busy?
This is really bad.
Ling Hao thought to herself, shaking her head with a mixture of helplessness and amusement. Then, with a flying kick, she sent the Persian in front of her flying, taking several other Persians with him. She then flipped and leaped, landing beside Gongzi Yu.
"Smack." Linghao gently kissed Gongzi Yu on the cheek. "Be good, wait for me to come back." After saying that, she went back to chopping people with the Snow Fragments.
She wielded the Dugu Nine Swords with unparalleled skill, and moreover, she saw through the weaknesses of the Persians' martial arts, making it relatively easy for her to deal with them.
While she was wholeheartedly dealing with the Persians, spring had already arrived for Gongzi Yu. He radiated joy, no longer the sorrowful figure he had been just moments before, as if he had been abandoned.
Ah Hao likes me, Ah Hao cares about me, Ah Hao is still thinking about me even at this moment. Thinking of these words, Gongzi Yu felt like he was bubbling with joy.
[Young Master Yu, you despicable and shameless bastard, give my body back to me! That's my Ah Hao, that's for me, for me!]
Gongzi Yu pressed his hand to his chest, a cold smile playing on his lips. [What do you mean, "your body"? This is my body; you're merely a derivative of mine. Besides, Ah Hao has always considered you a friend; I'm the one she truly loves. Her concern just now was for me, not for you.]
[Shut up! I was the one who met Ah Hao first, it was me!]
[He came from behind and surpassed her.] Gongzi Yu, in a fit of anger, shut down the voice inside him again. It was really too noisy, disturbing his pleasure; it was so annoying.
Ling Hao seemed to sense something and subconsciously glanced back. However, she saw nothing, and the sharpness of the shattered snow did not diminish in the slightest.
"Ouch, ouch."
"Ouch, ouch."
Looking at the Persians wailing all over the ground, she ordered Hao to sheath her sword. She shook her head, looking bored. "So this is what Persians wailing is like. Nothing new." She had thought the Persians' wailing would be different, but it turns out they weren't.
"Ah Hao wants to hear something different, this is easy." With that, Gongzi Yu raised his hand, ready to cripple these people.
"No need." Ling Hao quickly grabbed Gongzi Yu's hand. "Don't use too much force, the Ming Cult is coming."
Yes, Yang Xiao appeared with the Ming Cult. Now that the Ming Cult had shown up, they couldn't go too far, considering the Ming Cult had helped the Northwest Army a great deal. Turning against them now would seem ungrateful.
"Tsk." Young Master Yu was a little impatient, but his obedient hands did not continue to attack.
Seeing this, Yang Xiao, who had rushed over, breathed a sigh of relief.
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Author's Note: My dearest little darlings [kiss]
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