Chapter 69 A lone, desperate soldier—I will always, again and again, save him…
Lu Xiaofeng swung his arms alternately, his movements extremely fast, aiming straight for the child's heart and lungs.
The fist came whistling through the air, but the child didn't dodge at all. Instead, he stood still and grinned at him.
With a muffled "bang," the powerful fist seemed to sink into dough, and the flesh beneath the fist even wrapped around his hand!
Startled, he took a deep breath and immediately kicked out three times. His legs flew in all directions, crashing down like a storm, but the child remained unmoved.
Lu Xiaofeng quickly retreated three steps, his brows furrowed tightly. This monster seemed to have no weaknesses at all.
"then!"
Yu Guangzhong felt a cold light shooting straight towards him. He slid two steps to the side, his right hand moving with lightning speed to reach for the flying sword hilt.
The sword vibrated and hummed, the force of the incoming sword making his arm numb. He quickly spun around, twisted his wrist to dissipate the force, and executed a beautiful sword flourish.
"You're a hidden talent, little phoenix." Yan Jin leaped into the air and was already behind him.
Dead leaves fluttered in the desolate courtyard, and shards of glass flew everywhere. Thick ghostly energy, like a black fog, completely enveloped the place. The two stood back to back, swords in hand.
Now that things are at a critical juncture, he actually feels quite relaxed, and laughs, "I just learned it by stealing it!"
A sudden gust of wind arose, and Lu Xiaofeng waved his hand, throwing the cumbersome dress on the ground to reveal the emerald green outfit underneath.
The child chuckled, his eyes flashing slightly, and he suddenly lunged forward, gripping a sharp bone knife in his palm.
As soon as it moved, Lu Xiaofeng flew out after it, his sword flashing like lightning as it stabbed straight at the monster's face.
This sword strike incorporated all the power of his body; without needing to follow up, he deflected the monster's blade with a single blow.
With a clang, the bone knife fell heavily to the ground, its power emanating from a single strike.
The child stood there stunned, blinked twice, and then immediately turned and ran away!
Lu Xiaofeng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and leaped into pursuit.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Hundred-Eyed Demon was already preparing to retreat, but how could Yanjin give it the chance?
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure as light as a swallow, and the sword hidden in her sleeve was already thrust out, at a tricky angle and with extremely fast speed!
Yan Baimu had bowed to the fox spirit countless times, but it was no use, no use at all!
The sword pierced his waist, and he screamed, "How could you not have nightmares! This is impossible!"
Whether human, demon, or ghost, everyone harbors nightmares. How could it possibly fail to seduce her?
It looked at the child with resentment and cried out in a pitiful voice, "Don't leave me!"
The body of the Hundred-Eyed Demon gradually turned into black water, which flowed onto the ground and rushed towards Lu Xiaofeng.
Yan Jin shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"
Having said that, he threw the hidden sword in his sleeve with great force, like a mountain torrent, spinning and stabbing forward!
Yan Jin disappeared from the spot and followed in a flash.
The puddle of water suddenly transformed into chains, which tightened around the child's legs, pulling him down to make him their scapegoat!
With a sudden tug, the child's leaping body plummeted downwards, and before he could even scream, the thrown sword pierced his heart.
The foul-smelling seawater gushed from its heart, splashing the two of them like a raging torrent.
Seizing the opportunity, Yan Baimu quickly revealed his demon form in mid-air, bent down with his scepter, and bowed to Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng had just turned his head away when everything went black before his eyes, as if he had been pulled into a water dungeon, and the sounds around him grew farther and farther away.
It felt as if the ground was shaking beneath my feet, and in a moment I gradually lost consciousness amidst dizziness and vertigo, fading into darkness.
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The biting cold seeped into my flesh and bones, like the pain of dull knives hacking at my bones. My joints seemed to have stiffened from the cold, and each breath of icy air entered my chest and lungs through my nostrils, making my heart tremble.
Lu Xiaofeng clenched his fingers, which were struggling to bend and straighten, and suddenly opened his eyes, piercing through the thick fog!
The snow was layered upon layered, so dense that it obscured the blue of the sky. Beneath me lay snow, not soft and fluffy, but hard and cold like stone.
The light green shirt worn in summer was soaked by the snow and then froze, turning into shards of ice draped over the body.
Lu Xiaofeng had no time to think about why he had ended up in a snowy field, because he was nearly frozen to death. When a person is about to die, of course, they have no mind to think about the causes and consequences.
The world was silent, save for the howling wind and the ever-falling thick snow.
His entire body ached from the cold, but he gritted his teeth, tensed his body, and shakily stood up. He was still conscious and remembered the scene before he lost consciousness.
He took a step and sank deep into the snow. He spun around in the vast emptiness, opened his stiff mouth, and shouted, "Yanjin!"
Only a faint echo answered him, along with a dry, sore throat. White mist spilled from his mouth, and he called out with each step he took.
His head felt like a block of wood that had been forcibly attached, yet he still had to endure the aching pain and spin it around, searching for a shadow that he didn't know if it was there or where it was.
What kind of sorcery is this? He had no answer.
Yan Jin is a demon, and most likely, she might not even be here. Yet, he felt such an urgent and anxious desire to find her.
Only Lu Xiaofeng knew how much he loathed this place. Everything here made him want to escape.
I don't want her to be alone, and I don't want to be alone myself.
Perhaps he feared she would die quietly, or perhaps it was for the sake of his own peace of mind.
There are some questions that people can never answer, and perhaps that's why he's so passionate about solving mysteries.
The hardest thing to find in this world is always a clear answer. You have to wait for a moment; only when that moment arrives will everything become clear.
He had countless such moments in his life, but they were all about solving mysteries for others. Only this time did he feel that the mystery belonged to him.
Snow piled up on him, and his steps grew heavier and heavier, for each step forward was accompanied by pain.
This pain is no longer physical, but a nightmare that rises before my eyes and in my mind, a nightmare from my childhood.
He repeated the process over and over again, his mouth filled with blood and dregs. These memories, which he had kept buried deep in his heart, were now churning up, like a wild beast trying to devour him completely.
It is a wild beast in the snow, a being forced to drink countless cups of Prajna wine.
He could no longer stand, no longer walk. So he could only fall heavily to the ground.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in this pristine white world, the ever-unrestrained Lu Xiaofeng lay on the snow, breathing heavily, his face expressionless, his eyes filled with a hidden pain that had been brewing for years.
Pain is like wine, sealed within the heart, growing stronger and more potent with age. Only when it is unearthed from the cellar and opened does one realize just how potent this wine has become.
These childhood memories, which he didn't want to recall, are now sweeping over him like a raging wave, leaving him nowhere to hide or escape.
What's worse, there's no fine wine for him to indulge in, no busy work to keep him occupied, no beautiful woman to relieve his sorrows, and no close friends to share a smile with.
There's nothing here but endless snow, overlapping with a moment from my youth.
He stared wide-eyed at the overwhelming snow, which filled his eyes, stuck to his eyelids, and seemed to bind his muscles and skin together.
The feeling of being almost buried alive in the snow was naturally very uncomfortable, but he remained motionless, just watching indifferently, his face completely expressionless.
Perhaps they are looking at their younger selves, or perhaps they are simply watching the snow.
The heavy snow fell, burying him completely. That patch of green instantly vanished into the snow, followed by jet-black hair...
His breathing had almost stopped, the rise and fall of his chest had gradually ceased, and only a small corner of his pupil remained in the whole world.
Dying peacefully here doesn't seem so scary.
...But does he really have to die here?
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly clenched his fingers, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
However, the light in those eyes was obscured the next moment.
Suddenly, the smoky red umbrella surface was reflected in his pupils, vivid and rich, like a fiery cloud burning in his eyes.
Lu Xiaofeng was staring blankly at the umbrella ribs when the umbrella suddenly tilted towards him.
It's tuberose, large clusters of tuberose.
He stood there stunned, not yet looking for the person holding the umbrella, when a pair of delicate, soft hands gently brushed away the falling snow from his face.
The suffocating nasal cavity was able to see the light of day again, and along with the cold wind and snow, a sweet and exotic fragrance rushed in.
This fragrance instantly pulled him back from the edge.
His pupils flickered slightly, finally meeting those upturned, fox-like eyes that seemed to hold the light of autumn water. The thick, vibrant color of her rouge shone like a red lantern reflected in the snow against the white backdrop. She wore a smoky pink gauze dress, just as she had when they first met.
In the utter silence, Lu Xiaofeng heard his own heartbeat once again, faster and faster.
He realized, a beat late, that she had colored it again, on the blank, white Xuan paper.
Snowflakes were gently brushed away by the smoke. She looked at the ashen face before her and said softly, "You're bewitched."
Yes, he was bewitched, and no one knew it better than Lu Xiaofeng.
Yan Jin said sweetly, "I've already killed it for you."
Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath, but couldn't say anything.
Yan Jin helped him up and said slowly, "But this is your nightmare, and no one can get you out of it except yourself."
Yan Jin let him lean against her, handed him the red umbrella, and suddenly stared into his eyes, saying, "Did you ever feel like a lone, desperate general at a crucial moment in your youth?"
Like a boiling spring suddenly flowing into the icy plain in his heart, his heart clenched, and he suspected that some red liquid was about to flow out.
After a long silence, he finally managed to say in a hoarse voice, "You've come to save me."
Yan Jin lowered her eyes, snowflakes falling on her long eyelashes and freezing into ice. Her gaze shifted downwards, looking at those hands frozen purple-red, landing on the fists clenched in that instant, and her heart felt as if it had suddenly struck a soft thorn on a flower branch.
The light words that were floating on her lips were instantly soaked with water. After a moment of silence, she heard herself lie, "I will save you again and again, forever."
This sentence was blurred into white mist and scattered in the wind.
Lu Xiaofeng gazed deeply at her, the icy landscape in his heart sinking endlessly, while the birds in the wind seemed to have finally found a place to land.
The wind and snow tossed her hair, the silver hairpin jingling as it clattered. Yan Jin suddenly turned her head and asked, "What color do you like?"
Without thinking, Lu Xiaofeng blurted out, "Pink."
Because of you, I've also come to like pink.
Yan Jin chuckled, her fox-like eyes crinkling as she pulled a pink brocade pouch from her sleeve and said, "Then fill it with them!"
Then let's plant it all over the snow-capped mountains.
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The author notes: Gu Long foreshadowed that Lu had an extremely painful experience in his youth, which he never mentioned to anyone and dared not even think about. His seemingly carefree and unrestrained exterior is a beautiful disguise.
So I expanded on my own interpretation, hoping it could melt the ice in my heart! Even if a prodigal son returns, it has to be a pure love story!
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