Chapter 163: Grudges and Love-Hate Relationships
Seeing this, Ling Xueyan was secretly delighted: Great! With Yi Mingjian dead, there will be no more obstacles in Longyang City... Miss Qiuxia, you must not hold back!
After agonizing for a long time, Qiu Xia finally looked up at the sky, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered the long sword in her hand. She looked at Yi Qingxue in front of her and said in an icy voice, "Yi Qingxue, today I will spare his life. From now on, our ties are severed, and we will have no further connection." As soon as she finished speaking, the long sword was sheathed with a "whoosh." She suddenly broke free from Yi Qingxue's tightly gripped skirt, turned around, and stood there without saying another word.
Ling Xueyan clicked her tongue inwardly: Sigh, what a pity!
Yi Mingjian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The relief of surviving the ordeal made his body weak, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Little sister!" He then tried to help Yi Qingxue up. Yi Qingxue, however, only had tears streaming down her face, biting her lip as she stared at Qiuxia's back with a complicated look in her eyes.
"Yi Mingjian!" Xiaoyao Lang suddenly shouted sharply, "She spared you, but I won't. The revenge for Pingchuan must be taken, and I'm going to take your life today!" The determination and chill in his tone sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Startled by the angry shout, Yi Mingjian tightened his grip on Yi Qingxue's hand. Qiu Xia's heart trembled; she hadn't expected Xiaoyao Lang to be so resolute. Yi Qingxue was struck dumb; she turned around shakily, gazing at Xiaoyao Lang, whose murderous aura surged within him, her eyes brimming with tears: "Brother Xiaoyao... why did you also..."
Xiaoyao Lang gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Qingxue, I can agree to anything else, but not this. I must kill him today!" As he spoke, his angry finger pointed directly at Yi Mingjian behind Yi Qingxue.
Ling Xueyan's gaze was fixed on Xiaoyao Lang, her heart already churning with emotions: This face, this voice, even this temperament are so endearing... I must have you, I must be with you forever! ... She looked at Xiaoyao Lang's pain and anger, wishing she could personally kill Yi Mingjian, feeling that this person was simply an eyesore!
"He's my brother!" Yi Qingxue couldn't help but roar, tears mixed with grief and indignation streaming down her face.
"But he killed Pingchuan!" Xiaoyao Lang retorted angrily, his eyes already bloodshot with rage. As he spoke, he stepped forward and approached. Yi Mingjian, seeing his murderous gaze, hid behind Yi Qingxue, trembling, his eyes fixed on Xiaoyao Lang, fearing that he would suddenly attack.
With tears in her eyes and her nostrils twitching, Yi Qingxue took two steps forward to meet Xiaoyao Lang and said resolutely, "If you want to kill him, kill me too!" After saying that, she breathed heavily and stared intently into Xiaoyao Lang's eyes.
Xiaoyao Lang's eyes narrowed, and his right index and middle fingers twitched slightly, a surge of energy quietly circulating within him. Qiuxia's sword seemed to sense this. As Xiaoyao Lang swung his arm, Qiuxia's sword suddenly unsheathed itself, a cold glint flashing through the air.
Yi Mingjian felt a chill in his throat, and blood gushed out uncontrollably. He died without ever seeing how Xiaoyao Lang made his move.
Ling Xueyan was shocked: This sword technique... it was actually the legendary sword control technique! At this moment, her love for Xiaoyao Lang was almost overflowing.
Seeing Yi Mingjian fall, Qiu Xia's heart tightened, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.
Yi Qingxue could hardly believe her eyes. She slowly turned around and saw her elder brother, Yi Mingjian, lying lifeless in a pool of blood. "Ah..." With a heart-wrenching roar, driven by mad despair, she grabbed the longsword that Yi Mingjian had dropped and turned to stab Xiaoyao Lang fiercely!
"Ah!!" Accompanied by Yi Qingxue's shrill scream, the sharp blade pierced through Xiaoyao Lang's abdomen without any resistance!
"Hmm..." Xiaoyao Lang let out a muffled groan, and Yi Qingxue froze instantly! As if stunned by her own actions, she blankly released the sword hilt, staring blankly at Xiaoyao Lang's wound that was constantly bleeding. Her tender red lips trembled violently, and she repeatedly murmured, "Why? Why? Why?... Why didn't you dodge..." The last utterance was filled with utter despair, breaking the hearts of those who heard it.
"Xiaoyao Lang!" Qiu Xia and Ling Xueyan exclaimed simultaneously, rushing forward. Qiu Xia hurriedly supported Xiaoyao Lang's swaying body, while Ling Xueyan, seeing this, angrily shouted, "You're asking for death!" and raised her hand to strike the distraught Yi Qingxue.
Xiaoyao Lang struggled to stand firm, his voice weak but resolute: "Don't hurt her." As he spoke, he raised his palm to meet Ling Xueyan's palm strike. With a loud "bang," Ling Xueyan was forced back three steps.
"Pfft!" Xiaoyao Lang was also shocked and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Xiaoyao Lang!" Qiu Xia cried out in alarm. Ling Xueyan was heartbroken when she saw this: "Are you out of your mind!" At this moment, she already regarded Xiaoyao Lang as the apple of her eye.
Xiaoyao Lang gasped for breath, "You...you mustn't hurt...hurt her." With each word he spoke, the long sword inside his abdomen trembled slightly with his breath, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Ling Xueyan rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and said urgently, "I won't hurt her, I won't hurt her! Don't say anything, please don't say anything more." As she spoke, she reached out to help him catch his breath.
Qiu Xia also said urgently, "Master Ling, the long sword cannot remain in his body for long. Quickly help him to the inner room and prepare hemostatic medicine. There is no time to lose!"
Ling Xueyan immediately nodded: "Okay!" Then she waved her hand, and several of her subordinates rushed up and carefully carried Xiaoyao Lang into the inner room.
She glanced at Yi Qingxue, who was slumped on the ground, snorted coldly, her face full of disgust, and then ignored her. Turning to the young emperor, she instructed her two trusted men, "Bind his hands and feet with fine iron chains and take him to my secret stone cell! Guard him carefully; do not let him die!"
"Yes!" The two immediately carried the young emperor away in a hurry.
Ling Xueyan then walked towards Chen Qingyun and asked with a smile, "Hall Master Chen, now that Ouyang Longyuan is dead, Longyang City should change its master. Who do you think can take charge of this situation?"
Chen Qingyun immediately cupped his hands and said, "Your subordinate Chen Qingyun is willing to follow Master Ling's lead and serve you with utmost loyalty!"
Ling Xueyan smiled with satisfaction, her gaze sweeping over the soldiers around the square. She said loudly, "Let them all disperse! From this day forward, I, Ling Xueyan, am the city lord of Longyang City!" After saying this, she quickly followed in the direction Qiu Xia had left.
"Yes!" Chen Qingyun replied, and then ordered people to collect Yi Mingjian's body. He squatted down and said to Yi Qingxue, who was still in a daze, "Miss Yi, things have come to this, I hope you will take care of yourself."
But Yi Qingxue was still muttering, "Why...why..." with a blank stare in her eyes, clearly having lost her mind.
Chen Qingyun sighed, stood up, and ordered, "Guards! Escort Miss Yi back to the city to recuperate. Take good care of her. If anything goes wrong, you will not be spared!"
"Yes!" Dozens of capable guards stepped forward and carefully helped Yi Qingxue into the carriage. The little white horse seemed to understand human nature and silently followed behind the carriage. The group slowly left the square soaked in blood and tears.
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