Chapter 521 – Mind Still in a Mess (1/2)
Chapter 521 - Mind Still in a Mess
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
This was the first time after the beginning of this battle on the Bridge of Helplessness that the two had spoken.
It was also the first conversation between ‘Chen Changsheng’ and ‘Xu Yourong’.
Xu Yourong had said, ”I lost.”
Chen Changsheng had said, ”Can you say that again?”
If the person saying this had been Tang Thirty-Six, then these words would have assuredly been imbued with a derisive scorn intent on doing harm, and Xu Yourong would assuredly have used her Heavenly Phoenix true blood to burn this bridge to ashes. However, she knew of Chen Changsheng's temperament and knew that he had guessed upon something and was rather nervous. As a result, she was not angry, instead giving a silent smile.
The white gauze obscured her face and also her smile. It was only possible to vaguely feel the scent flowing through the air.
Suddenly, the wind and snow stirred and the white gauze hanging from Xu Yourong's curtained hat lifted up.
This battle had been crisscrossed by sword intent, especially from the frightening power of the Sword of Great Light. Her dress and hat had the protection of true essence, but the white gauze was not so lucky.
The white gauze drifting in the breeze was cut apart and slowly drifted to the ground.
The misfortune of the white gauze was Chen Changsheng's fortune.
Because he finally saw her face.
It was a face beautiful beyond compare, an appearance like a painting, skin that seemed so tender that it could be broken by a gust of wind, so pale that it was whiter than snow.
She truly was very beautiful, beautiful enough to seize the morale of the entire army, to deprive the world of light.
But to Chen Changsheng, this face was a stranger's.
Just as he was assailed by regret, he saw her eyes.
It was a sublime pair of phoenix eyes, blazing with the radiance of countless stars, their beauty dazzling to the eyes.
However, he opened his own eyes wide and stared into hers, diving all the way into their deepest depths.
Here, there were no stars, no light, no divinity, no responsibility, only the bare mountain after a fresh rain.
At the moment, this pair of moving eyes contained many words, and much amusement as well.
He definitely recognized this pair of eyes. He could never forget this pair of eyes, and had believed that he would never be able to see these eyes again, until now, in this moment of tranquility after this battle of rain and snow on the Bridge of Helplessness, when the breeze brushed away the white gauze covering his opponent's face…
A while ago, as he sat in front of the Mausoleum of Zhou, he had vividly experienced what it meant for sorrow to surge forward like a tide.
Now, he finally understood that the phrase 'like being struck by a thunderbolt' written in books was not exaggerated, but a real sensation.
In the slightly gloomy snowy sky, an invisible thunderbolt seemed to form and directly strike him.
His body grew incomparably rigid and incapable of speech. The hands gripping the swords were ice-cold, but his body was blazing like an inferno.
With great difficulty, he dragged his eye away from hers. In an incredibly stupid fashion, he turned around and stared upstream at the endless white sky and the waters of the Luo River.
After a while, he turned around and looked at her, opening his mouth as if ready to say something. In the end, however, nothing came out. With no other choice, he turned back to stare at the uninhabited upper reaches of the Luo River. He was worried that if he continued to look at her, his already faintly trembling legs might completely give out.
Seeing his awkward and comical appearance, the amusement in Xu Yourong's eyes intensified. She covered her mouth and chuckled, flowers blooming in her eyes.