The sun was shining brightly, and the gentle breeze was caressing the land.
A fair and delicate hand pushed aside the branches. A pair of tiger - like eyes looked around up and down, but there was still no sign of a way out.
Oh well, I'll just look around then.
Wanyan Meng curled her lips into a smile. As soon as she took a step forward, her foot stepped on empty air. Her body sank and she rolled down the small slope covered with leaves.
After rolling for a short while, she "thumped" into a rock. The pain made her facial features contort.
Wanyan Meng propped herself up on the ground and sat up. She reached out her hand to rub the sore spot on her head and murmured softly, "This mountain path is really hard to walk on. I almost had my soul scared out..."
After a while, she put down her hand and looked around. Suddenly, she found herself sitting on a small path.
Wanyan Meng's eyes lit up. She supported herself with the rock and sat up. She clapped her hands and chuckled, "It's just like the saying goes, 'You search high and low in vain, but the thing comes to you without any effort.' So the way out is right here." It's not in vain that I had that fall.
She stopped for a moment and frowned slightly. She stopped moving and listened quietly.
The sound of horse hooves was coming from afar in this direction. Wanyan Meng flashed to the side and hid behind a boulder.
So many horses. Who could it be?
She waited quietly and looked in that direction. Gradually, several dark figures appeared in her sight.
As the horses got closer, she could gradually make out the people on the horses...
On the leading maroon horse was a middle - aged man in a brown robe. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were gloomy.
Wang Chengyang?
Wanyan Meng was stunned for a moment and then looked to the other side.
The leader in a raven - colored long gown was sitting quietly in the carriage, propping his head with his hand. His jet - black hair was tied up with a golden crown. His starry eyes showed no ripples. The jade bead curtain swayed back and forth with the jolting of the carriage. His long sleeves fluttered in the wind.
There were more than a dozen people with different outfits following behind. They were of different ages, mostly well - known figures in the jianghu. Their costumes were special yet proper.
Dozens of horses galloped across the small path, raising a cloud of dust, and rushed straight ahead.
After the figures disappeared and the sound of horse hooves faded away, Wanyan Meng came out from behind the boulder.
She stared quietly at the direction where the leader and the others had disappeared. There was a faint sense of unease in her heart.
That direction... Isn't it the Wan Ku Valley?
Wanyan Meng was stunned. She gathered energy under her feet, and her figure flashed. The bells on her wrists and ankles rang softly. Her tiger - like eyes blinked, and she took a shortcut towards the Wan Ku Valley.
The boundless peony field was caressed by the gentle breeze.
Su Xiaoliu stared blankly at the two small porcelain bottles in her hand and then looked up at Feng Yufei lying in the flower field.
His jet - black hair was casually scattered. The golden - embroidered peonies on his red robe were stained with blood, looking as gorgeous as real peonies. His long eyelashes drooped gently. His pale lips had lost their former rosy color. His somewhat pale face looked less charming and more serene.
Su Xiaoliu squatted down tremblingly and whispered, "Feng Yufei..."
Feng Yufei didn't respond. His eyes remained gently closed.
Su Xiaoliu was a bit scared. She reached out and gently pushed him, saying again, "Feng Yufei?"
After calling several times in a row, Su Xiaoliu finally stopped. She stared blankly at Feng Yufei lying on the ground. The small porcelain bottle in her hand slipped onto the soft soil.
How could this happen...
Su Xiaoliu lowered her head and sat quietly. Her chest felt faintly stuffy, making her want to curl up in discomfort.
The peony field danced gently in the wind. The flowers were like red silk and black satin, clean and shiny, even carrying a hint of coolness.
Suddenly, his slender and fair fingers moved slightly. Su Xiaoliu's face lit up, and she quickly looked at Feng Yufei.
His charming phoenix eyes slowly opened. He turned his head and stared quietly at Su Xiaoliu, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He curled his lips and whispered, "Is my wife worried about me?"
At this moment, Su Xiaoliu couldn't even get angry. Her almond eyes looked at him, trembling slightly. She bit her lip and said, "Do you really want to be a dissolute ghost?"
Feng Yufei was slightly stunned and understood what she meant. He chuckled, "How could I be willing to leave you? You say I have no heart, but what's beating now?"
Su Xiaoliu was stunned. She didn't dare to look at his chest, which was already a bloody mess.
"Choose between these two porcelain bottles. If you choose correctly, I'll be yours. If you choose wrong, just consider me dead at your hands. It won't be in vain for me to have lived this life..." Feng Yufei said slowly in a voice only she could hear.
Su Xiaoliu lowered her head and quickly picked up the two small porcelain bottles. She looked up at Feng Yufei, pursed her lips, and said, "You choose for yourself." At this time, he still wanted to deceive her.
He had deceived her of the Rebirth Fruit and her trust...
Feng Yufei looked at her with a smile on his lips and said softly, "I'm not lucky. I'll choose wrong..."
Su Xiaoliu softened for a moment. She tightened her grip on the two small porcelain bottles.
She was afraid that she wasn't lucky either.
"Who is Yun Ruo to you?" Suddenly, Su Xiaoliu raised her head and stared quietly at him.
Feng Yufei was slightly stunned and didn't say a word.
Su Xiaoliu's gaze was pressing. She asked again, "Why do you want the Rebirth Fruit?"
Feng Yufei stared at her quietly. His charming phoenix eyes didn't blink, but he still didn't say a word.
Su Xiaoliu only felt a bitter taste in her mouth. After a while, she whispered, "Why did you make elder sister the deputy valley master?"
Before Feng Yufei could speak, Su Xiaoliu stood up and accidentally stepped on a brightly blooming pink peony. She was silent for a long time and then continued, "You love Yun Ruo, you want the Rebirth Fruit, you use elder sister, and now you still want to play with me. Do you think I'm really stupid?" Su Xiaoliu took a step back and, under Feng Yufei's stunned gaze, smiled. "People say that even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. No matter how useless the old valley master was, he's still your father. Would he give you a bottle of antidote and a bottle of poison?" That smile didn't reach her eyes.
The crimson robe spread out on the peonies, looking like a gorgeous butterfly. Feng Yufei's long eyelashes trembled slightly. A fleeting and unfathomable emotion flashed in his eyes. His pink - white lips parted slightly. Su Xiaoliu thought she had hit the nail on the head. She chuckled, "I'll give you this bottle." With that, she handed over the red bottle.
Red, just like himself, was as charming as fire.
Actually, no matter which bottle was chosen, it was the antidote.
Feng Yufei reached out and took the small porcelain bottle. He curled his lips, pulled out the bottle stopper, poured out the red pill inside, and swallowed it with his head raised under Su Xiaoliu's gaze.
Su Xiaoliu stared blankly at him and tightened her grip on the black porcelain bottle in her hand.
Feng Yufei turned his head away. His peerless eyes slowly closed and then slowly opened.
Su Xiaoliu sneered. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a trail of black blood slowly sliding down Feng Yufei's lips...
Su Xiaoliu widened her almond eyes and couldn't help taking a step forward.
Feng Yufei curled his lips and smiled, looking extremely charming.
Could it really be one bottle of antidote and one bottle of poison? Could it be that... she really chose wrong?