[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 162)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Chapter 162 The Most Beautiful Woman Under Heaven

Early morning, in the top-class room number three of the Binyue Inn in Liyang Town, Lingti sat quietly by the bed. It had been three days

, and the pale-faced woman in white still hadn't woken up. The Rakshasa Sect had vanished without a trace;

why was she here? Had she discovered Wuyue's whereabouts? Did she know where Wuyue was going? Was

her fainting due to injury, or…?

All these questions would only be answered when she woke up…

Hun'er had been busy searching for Madam Li these past two days, and still hadn't returned with any news.

Lingti took care of all the chores—giving the woman medicine, feeding her nourishing soup, wiping her body, and changing her clothes—refusing to let the maid

Bing'er do them. Why? She couldn't explain it herself, but she vaguely felt that this woman must be

someone very important to Wuyue.

Caring for a bedridden patient is both tedious and exhausting. Sitting by the bedside for a long time, she felt her eyelids grow heavy

, and she began to doze off…

The room was utterly silent; you could hear a pin drop. Everything seemed still. Just then, the white-clad woman's long

eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Even this slight movement was enough to startle Lingti. She quickly focused her gaze and saw the white-clad woman's eyelashes tremble

a few more times, slowly opening, then closing again as if stung by the light. They then opened slightly, gradually widening to form beautiful

almond-shaped double eyelids. Her dark pupils were deep and melancholic, and even her tightly furrowed brows were captivating!

Two bright points of light gradually appeared in her dark pupils, seemingly looking directly at her, or perhaps gazing at a point in the void.

The woman in white felt a blinding white light, and before her seemed to be a hazy, gray shadow. Her brows furrowed even more.

The shadow gradually became clearer; it was a girl of indescribable beauty, unlike any other from this world. Had

she arrived heaven? She had killed countless people in her life; it couldn't be! But where was she?

She vaguely remembered riding an eagle, letting it fly freely, aimlessly searching for him. On

a vast grassland, she discovered a group of men in black chasing a knight. Suspecting he was the one being chased, she spurred

her eagle down and engaged the men in a bloody battle. Only when she drew her scimitar did she realize that her strength

had recovered to less than 20%.

However, the men in black seemed somewhat intimidated by her attack. Could they possibly know her? Judging from

their clothing and martial arts style, she vaguely guessed that they were assassins from the Flying Eagle Sect. She became even more convinced

that the person she had saved was Wuyue!

After exhausting all her strength to fight off the assassins, she was covered in wounds and collapsed to the ground.

The person she rescued rushed over to visit her and express her gratitude; it was a round-faced girl with large, crescent-

shaped eyes. The round-faced girl spoke the Doyan language, and since her hometown was only separated from hers by the Chahan tribe,

she could understand what the girl was saying.

Seeing that it wasn't Wuyue, she was greatly disappointed. Without a word, she struggled to climb onto the eagle's back and flew into the distance. She had to

buy herself some time, while she still had the strength to try her luck elsewhere; perhaps the next time she would encounter him!

However, the new wounds on her body seemed to aggravate old injuries, and she could no longer muster any true energy. She prayed to the shamanic gods to grant

her strength again so she could find him, but it was to no avail. Her head grew increasingly dizzy, and finally, she lost consciousness.

Some grassland tribes had the custom of sky burial, where the dead were left to be eaten by eagles, and it was said that they could fly

to heaven . Could it be that the giant eagle had brought her, a person burdened with sins, here? That would be wonderful; Wuyue

would come eventually, and she would wait for him here, no matter how long it took! But would the gods tolerate her? Who was this

fairy ? If they stood side by side, they would truly be a perfect couple!

Such a melancholy gaze, such a weathered expression, shouldn't belong to such a young woman.

A thought flashed through Lingti's mind—she had seen such eyes before in Mianchi. Yes, unique, right there in

her moment of madness and sorrow! Although that woman in white also wore a light veil, she had still left a deep

impression on her, because that heartless woman had taken away the equally heartless him!

She screamed hoarsely, "North Wind! You're North Wind! Aren't you?"

North Wind struggled to nod. "Great Immortal, do you know me? May I ask your title?"

Ling Ti paused, "My name is Ling Ti, not some great immortal. We've met before, in Mianchi,

the girl who frantically chased after the carriage, remember?"

North Wind subconsciously reached for her waist, only to find her scimitar was gone. So, she had fallen into the

hands of her mortal enemy, Tianmen, and naturally, they would take her weapon. She said indifferently, "No need for words, kill or torture as you please!"

She closed her eyes; perhaps a restriction had been placed on her body as well? She tried to gather her qi; though weak, it flowed freely.

This was strange. Wasn't she afraid she would suddenly attack?

Ling Ti was also taken aback. Yes, so many people had been killed by her in Mianchi. If it weren't for her wet nurse and the Dragon Warriors

protecting , she too would have perished! But she was Beifeng, the sister Wuyue couldn't forget. She had traveled all the way to

West Kunlun to save her. How could I possibly deal with her? No matter what, her identity couldn't be revealed. Otherwise,

what would become of the Dragon Battle Brigade soldiers who had come with me?

The room fell silent again. Whether lying down or sitting, everyone

was motionless, like clay or stone statues, and no one spoke for a long time. Besides the silence, there was also a sense of

oppression taciturn; it was perfectly normal for this to happen when they were together. Of course, their similarities might go beyond that. The biggest

difference was that they were enemies.

Beifeng recalled the scene from back then: a dark-skinned little girl, crazy and persistent,

now transformed into a swan; and herself, from the beautiful young woman in Wuyue's eyes, to a

haggard withered old woman. She longed to find him as soon as possible, yet she was terrified of seeing him!

She felt she shouldn't show weakness, so she reopened her eyes to meet his burning gaze. She found his eyes

complex and unpredictable, sometimes friendly, sometimes angry, sometimes sorrowful, and sometimes troubled.

North Wind finally spoke, "Why don't you act? I've killed many of you."

The two stared at each other like cockfighting cocks for a long time. Finally, Lingti couldn't hold back anymore and sobbed, "I should have killed you

! But I can't do it. He won't forgive me!"

North Wind's pupils contracted. "You love him very much?"

Lingti blushed. "Do you know him? Where is he?"

North Wind shook his head. "I'm looking for him too. How did you find your way here?"

Lingti was immediately disappointed: "You didn't know either? He was being chased before he disappeared and hid in this inn."

Beifeng asked curiously, "How can you be sure?"

Lingti briefly explained the situation. Beifeng immediately became agitated and hissed, "His clothes? Let

me see them!"

Lingti went next door and brought them over. Beifeng struggled to get up, stretched out her arms, snatched them, and hugged them tightly. She

stroked the bloodstains on the clothes and couldn't help but burst into tears. "Wuyue, my poor Wuyue,

are you hurt? I can't sense you at all. Where are you? Sister is here to save you, waaaaah... waaaah

..."

Her appearance stirred up Lingti's sad memories, and she couldn't help but touch her clothes, also bursting into tears. After a long time,

the two gradually calmed down and turned back into two stone statues, silent and motionless.

Neither of them was good with words, each lost in their own thoughts, with no intention of paying attention to the other. The atmosphere in the room

was awkward and cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Lingti said softly, "Thank you for saving him."

Beifeng glared at her and said, "He's mine! Saving him was my duty. Who are you to him? Why do you need to thank me!"

Lingti was speechless. Yes, their once close relationship seemed like a distant memory. What did he take her for now? Heaven knows! In

Mianchi, he went with her without hesitation, so it seemed she was telling the truth. As for her, even waving goodbye was too much for him... The more

she

thought about it, the sadder she became. Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

A surge of pleasure welled up in Beifeng's heart. "Do you know which direction that Madam Li went?"

Lingti whispered, "We're searching everywhere, but there's still no news."

There were three knocks on the door. "Miss, I'm back!"

She recognized Hun'er's voice and replied, "Come in."

Hun'er pushed open the door and entered, exclaiming with delight, "This young lady is awake? That's wonderful!"

Lingti nodded, her eyes full of hope. "Have you found any clues?"

Hun'er shook her head with a worried expression. "No."

Beifeng and Lingti both showed disappointment at the same time. Seeing that no one spoke, Hun'er couldn't help but ask,

"Who is this young lady?"

Lingti frowned slightly, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully said, "Wuyue's... good sister."

Hun'er's eyes flashed with emotion. She grasped Beifeng's right hand, opened her mouth to speak, but found that she still didn't know how to address her.

She turned to look at the princess, who didn't seem to have any intention of telling her either, so she said, "Miss, what would you like to eat? I

'll make it for you."

Beifeng shook her head and said, "No need to trouble yourself. Give me back my scimitar. I'm leaving."

Lingti and Hun'er were shocked! "You're so weak, how can you move?"

Beifeng struggled to get down. "I need to find him."

What she couldn't forget was that if she recovered, he might... If she really couldn't make it, she

would rather sleep forever in his arms.

She finally managed to get out of bed and stand up. Hun'er rushed forward to support her, saying urgently, "Miss, lie down quickly, let's think

of something together!"

Beifeng watched her quietly, her eyes firm and determined. Seeing no response for a long time, she seemed impatient,

abandoning her knife and slowly moving towards the door.

Watching her swaying back, as if she might faint at any moment, Hun'er and Lingti exchanged glances, at a

loss for what to do!

A fragrant breeze wafted in, and a graceful figure floated into the room. Sanbujue pressed Beifeng's pressure points, placed her

back on the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Since things have come to this, you should behave yourself, Miss Beifeng!" It was

Zhu Ruowen.

Hun'er's face changed drastically, and she rushed back to the bedside. Lingti quickly pressed down on her shoulders and slowly shook her head. Hun'er

trembled all over, her expression extremely complicated, but she had to obey the princess's order.

Zhu Ruowen said, "Miss Beifeng, do you see? These Dragon Battle Brigade soldiers all hate you to the bone. If I just

expose your identity, I'd probably tear you to pieces and still not have enough to go around!

"

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/182613.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=182613&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : I am Jehovah your God

Next Page : Chicken in a sundress

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 162)

comment Open a new window to view comments