But she cried out in pain, like a quail, and collapsed into his arms.
She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant.
Duan Xingzhi chuckled softly.
He covered the back of her head with his large hand and gently stroked it.
With his other hand, he gently stroked her back, soothing her frantic heartbeat and trembling body.
Wait until her breathing calms down.
He then lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The slightly cool, thin lips held no desire.
Solemn as an oath.
"Okay." He hugged her tightly, as if embracing his whole world, gazing at her with deep eyes, solemnly responding to her answer.
"Let's get married."
He remembered where he had hidden the silver.
But before that, he had something even more important to do—
Tonight, assassinate Ling Yuan!
Duan Xingzhi's gaze suddenly turned fierce.
*
The night was cool and still.
Ling Yuan was inside the room, holding a bronze mirror in one hand and applying medicine to herself with the other.
"Hiss—" He turned his head and applied the ointment to the bloodstains on his neck. "That night owl, it really hit hard."
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
Once the Night Owl kills Shen Zhiyi and she becomes a useless pawn, he will then seek revenge for this sword wound!
Suddenly, the hand holding the mirror paused slightly.
A faint hint of murderous intent appeared in the air.
Three cold lights pierced through the window in an instant, heading straight for his face, throat, and heart!
Ling Yuan's pupils contracted, and he used the bronze mirror to block the attack!
"Ding, ding, ding—"
Three crisp sounds.
He knocked down all the poisoned willow-leaf darts, which fell to the ground.
The bronze mirror also shattered into pieces.
"Who?!" He threw aside the broken mirror, turned around abruptly, and shouted sharply.
The soft sword slid from the sleeve into the palm.
Gone is the gentle demeanor; only ruthlessness remains.
As the candlelight flickered, a dark figure appeared at the doorway like a ghost.
Duan Xingzhi stood with his sword in hand, his face cold and stern. Against the moonlight, like a demon from hell, he slowly raised the tip of his sword, pointing it directly at Duan Xingzhi's face.
"A night owl?!"
When Ling Yuan recognized the person, a look of disbelief flashed across her face, followed by shock and anger: "You dare to kill me?"
"Do you know what it means to oppose the Third Prince?!"
Duan Xingzhi gave a cold, mocking smile.
They didn't even bother to answer.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword flipped and flew straight at Ling Yuan's heart!
The sharp sword energy carried a deadly attack, both fast and ruthless.
Ling Yuan was terrified and hurriedly raised his sword to meet the attack.
The blades clashed, sparks flying.
Ling Yuan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which made his hands go numb and he staggered back three steps before he could barely steady himself.
But a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.
He pressed his hand to his chest and looked at Duan Xingzhi in horror.
He never expected that the Night Owl's power was even more terrifying than the rumors suggested!
Duan Xingzhi pressed his advantage, his sword moves flowing like a continuous river, each strike more ruthless than the last.
Ling Yuan was struggling to stay afloat, and soon several bloody marks appeared on her body.
The more he fought, the more frightened he became.
Although the Night Owl's sword moves were full of killing intent, for some reason, it always stopped at the last moment.
It seemed she was avoiding close combat with him.
Is this a joke?
Ling Yuan felt extremely humiliated.
He didn't know that Duan Xingzhi was only concerned about his own feelings for Shen Zhiyi and wanted to avoid getting hurt.
Therefore, they toned it down somewhat.
After three more moves, Ling Yuan gradually lost ground.
Suddenly, Duan Xingzhi's brows furrowed, and his sword-wielding hand trembled almost imperceptibly.
A sharp, intense pain shot through my lower abdomen.
It's Ayi!
She's injured?!
His dark pupils narrowed sharply, and he abruptly looked outside.
Ling Yuan keenly spotted his weakness, raised her soft sword, her face fierce, and aimed straight for Duan Xingzhi's throat.
"Go to hell!"
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