Su Xiaoliu stabbed with all her might and felt as if she had pierced something. The old valley master roared like a man possessed and suddenly retracted his hand, causing the entire cave to shake.
Su Xiaoliu quickly withdrew her hand and caught Feng Yufei who was about to fall. She gritted her teeth and hoisted him onto her shoulder, retreating several yards away from the old valley master.
The old valley master was still roaring and seemed crazy. He yanked on the chains forcefully and rammed into the mountain wall. The cave shook violently, and gravel fell from time to time, stinging her face.
She could feel the warm breath from Feng Yufei's breathing in her ear. Su Xiaoliu felt a heavy weight on her shoulder as Feng Yufei leaned all his weight onto her.
Normally, she would have gotten angry, but the situation was different now. She felt as if she was about to lose her way.
Feng Yufei lowered his phoenix - like eyes, gave a weak smile, and said in a faint voice, "Soft - heartedness."
Su Xiaoliu gritted her teeth in anxiety. She knew he was mocking her for wanting to release the old valley master. She ignored what he said and lowered her head, supporting him as she walked towards the cave entrance.
Step by step, although it was extremely difficult, she still didn't dare to look back.
Her elder sister had said that the old valley master was practicing martial arts. She never understood why people in the martial arts world could go to any lengths, even becoming demons and villains, for the sake of practicing martial arts. What were they thinking? What on earth were they practicing so hard for?
The ground shook, and the roars were deafening.
She didn't know how long she walked before finally seeing some light. After a few more steps, they walked out of the cave.
The bright sunlight was in front of them. Su Xiaoliu turned to look at Feng Yufei, who was leaning on her. His face looked rather haggard, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was breathing softly. Su Xiaoliu didn't dare to think about the wound on his chest. She just felt a faint warmth on her body, probably because the blood had soaked through his clothes.
Feeling her gaze, Feng Yufei closed his eyes and softly said, "Go to the back gate and lead a horse. Leave the valley."
She looked around. This place was not unfamiliar to her. She had even played here when Zhong Fengyue was practicing sword - fighting. It wasn't too far from the back gate, but that short distance couldn't be covered in a short time.
Su Xiaoliu didn't dare to relax, afraid that something might happen to Feng Yufei. She quickly supported him and walked towards the back gate.
Walking too fast, she sprained her foot. She paused for a moment and then continued walking forward with her head down.
She felt extremely guilty and didn't know how to face Feng Yufei.
Suddenly, the weight on her body lessened a bit. Su Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment. She tilted her head slightly to look at Feng Yufei. His slightly pointed chin was resting on her shoulder, his long eyelashes were lowered, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
"Let's go. I won't make things difficult for you anymore." He slowly raised his eyes, gave her a sidelong glance with his phoenix - like eyes, and the phoenix - shaped mark on his forehead gently swayed.
Su Xiaoliu turned back and murmured in a low voice, "I really don't know why I saved you." She clearly disliked him. Was this also her soft - heartedness?
Seeing Feng Yufei's increasingly weak face, Su Xiaoliu didn't dare to slack off and quickened her pace towards the back gate of Wanku Valley.
After walking for a while, they finally stopped in front of a large gate.
Not far away were green mountains and gurgling streams. There were also several carriages tied beside the stone gate. Su Xiaoliu supported Feng Yufei to one of the carriages and helped him get in and settle down.
After standing up, Su Xiaoliu found that the sleeve of her right arm was stained with bright red blood, which made her feel dizzy. She had never seen so much blood before. She quickly squatted down to check Feng Yufei's condition.
Feng Yufei was leaning on one side. His long black hair was scattered on his crimson robe. The blood on his chest had spread everywhere. The dark - red blood was particularly eye - catching and dazzling on the red clothes. His enchanting face now showed a bit of paleness and weakness. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his red lips under his high nose had turned light pink.
"Go to the peony field." Feng Yufei closed his eyes and gasped softly.
Was it that flower field?
Su Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment. Seeing the blood still gushing out from his chest, her legs felt weak. She nodded and said, "Okay." Then she turned around and got out of the carriage.
Su Xiaoliu got on the horse with some difficulty and tightened the reins. She had only ridden a horse a few times. Her elder sister had once taught her how to ride. They had stolen her father's favorite horse. After being discovered by her father, both of them had knelt under a rice cauldron for two hours. She clearly remembered that her father had beaten her severely later. He had also asked her if she knew why he was beating her. She had cried so hard that she could hardly catch her breath and whispered that she knew, because she had stolen her father's favorite horse to play with. Her father had angrily said that it was because she was riding a horse! If she had fallen, nothing could have made up for it.
Her heart ached faintly. She began to miss home again.
She was a bit anxious, but there was another voice in her heart telling her to go slowly. After all, the other person's life and death had nothing to do with her. Didn't she want to have nothing to do with him for a long time?
The wind blew gently. The blood - soaked clothes clung tightly to her arm, giving a creepy cold feeling.
Su Xiaoliu carefully turned the horse's head, tightened the reins, and rode the horse towards the peony field.
The air was still and warm.
The carriage slowly stopped not far from the peony field.
Su Xiaoliu looked at the peony field. The peonies were still in bloom. The wet flowers with dew on them swayed gently in the breeze. The red ones were like fire, the white ones were like snow, the black ones were like silk, and they were like a painting, looking like a fairyland.
Su Xiaoliu got off the horse, lifted the curtain, and got into the carriage. Looking up, she saw that Feng Yufei was still leaning on one side. The blood had spread widely on his red clothes. There was also a bit of blood on his fair and slender fingers. He was as enchanting as a phoenix bathing in blood, but it made people feel shocked. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes. His charming phoenix - like eyes seemed to look straight into Su Xiaoliu's heart.
"We're here." Su Xiaoliu pursed her lips and said to him.
Was he really going to die among the peonies?
She thought so, but she felt a bit scared.
Feng Yufei curled his lips, slowly stretched out his hand, and quietly looked at her with his charming phoenix - like eyes. He softly said, "Help me get out."
Su Xiaoliu stepped forward to help him up and got out of the carriage. He glanced at the peony field in front of him and smiled, "They're still in bloom."
Su Xiaoliu lowered her head, supported him to the endless peony field, and then didn't take another step forward.
Feng Yufei lowered his eyes, quietly looked at Su Xiaoliu, and with a smile on his lips, said, "Go in. It doesn't matter if you pick a few. It's their fate."
He had planted such a large peony field. Clearly, he was a person who cherished flowers, but why did he say it so casually? Feng Yufei, Feng Yufei, what kind of person are you exactly?
Su Xiaoliu supported him and walked into the peony field. She still carefully watched her step, afraid of stepping on the delicate peonies.
She lowered her head and accidentally looked at his steps. Suddenly, she was stunned.
He walked around each flower. It was very difficult for him to walk, but he didn't knock off a single petal.
She looked up at his side profile. His long eyelashes were gently lowered. The blood on his chest was still spreading. His lips were gradually turning pale, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat again. When they reached the center of the flower field, he finally stopped. He was unable to take a single step forward.