Chapter 37 (1/2)
Chapter 37
Chapter 37 – a.s.sa.s.sination
They arrived at a house shortly later.
“Take care.” Jia Qizhe leaned over to her ears and whispered, “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Gu Qingyu nodded, “I will. You too.”
After having a meal, everyone headed to their a.s.signed rooms.
Should she find Murong Zuoyu to have a little chat or not… Gu Qingyu was still pondering over this question.
Darn it, wasn’t it just an apology?
Gu Qingyu made up her mind. She went up to Murong Zuoyu’s door with a straight face and knocked on it.
The door opened. Murong Zuoyu didn’t seem to be going to sleep yet, as he still wore his purple robe.
“Brother~Mu~rong~” Gu Qingyu’s bright and sunny trademark smile graced her face.
Murong Zuoyu cast her a cold glance, mingled with a small trace of shock and amazement, “Do you need anything?”
“Well, not really~” Gu Qingyu took one long step into Murong Zuoyu’s room before she continued, because she didn’t want the others to think that she was a pervert, “Just wanted to find someone to~have~a~heart to heart~chat~by~the~candlelight~”
“Xiao Qi’s room is right next to mine.” Murong Zuoyu’s didn’t react as his face remained expressionless.
“I know, I know~” Gu Qingyu nodded, “But, it is you who I want to talk with.”
Murong Zuoyu pointed towards a chair in his room.
Gu Qingyu sat down, “By the way, Brother Murong, aren’t you curious as to why I have some unfinished business with the second miss?”
“Pretty much, I can guess what happened.” Murong Zuoyu said frankly.
So it wasn’t that he didn’t want to ask, but that he knew already?
Murong Zuoyu continued, “You must have your own difficulties if you don’t want to tell me, what else is there for me to ask?”
When he said that, Gu Qingyu could feel a wave of shame and guilt flooding her heart, “I was wrong! Brother Murong, to be honest with you, I’m…”
“Look out!” Before she knew it, Murong Zuoyu suddenly pulled her, and parried with the sword in his hand.
Gu Qingyu reeled and stumbled forward. When she raised her head, she saw that the windows had been broken, and several black clothed people stood outside.
“What do they want?” Gu Qingyu looked at Murong Zuoyu with a perplexed look, “Could they be here to kill me?”
“Most likely.” Murong Zuoyu gripped the sword with his right hand and let his left fingers gently glide across the sword blade. A purple light burst forth as his fingers touched the blade and followed as he swept.
“So amazing, my brother!” Gu Qingyu sighed.
Murong Zuoyu jumped out of the window and started battling with the black clothed men.
“Careful!” A voice suddenly sounded through. A white figure flashed in front of her, the fan in his hand whirled around, blocking the incoming flying darts, “I just told you to more careful, Brother Zhu.”
“Qi Yichen!” Gu Qingyu looked at him first, then looked outside. Jia Qizhe and Mo Bai had also joined the battle.
“That’s right, we came here specifically to protect you, Boss~” Qi Wan walked in with a bright smile on his face.
“Oh right, Qi Wan, what kind of weapon do you use? Since I’ve never seen you use any…” Gu Qingyu scratched her head.
“Oh, Boss, are you interested in seeing my weapon? Then let me show you!” Qi Wan smiled cheerfully. He held out his hand. A long dark green ribbon flew out, wrapping around the man who just broke into the door, then threw him out of the windows.
“What a… rough move.” Gu Qingyu evaluated his weapon, then looked at the group of men continuously pouring through the door, “Qi Wan, attack!”
“Yes, my lord!” Many ribbons flew out of Qi Wan’s body.
“Qi Yichen, what else can your fan be used for? Other than defense.” Gu Qingyu asked Qi Yichen curiously.
Qi Yichen smiled faintly, “Killing people,”
A paper fan used to kill people? Although she had read about it in books before, but really sounded unrealistic when she heard about it…
“Why? You don’t believe me?” The fan in Qi Yichen’s hand suddenly flew out and shoot towards one of the enemies. It brushed lightly past the man’s neck, then flew back to Qi Yichen’s hand.
The man stopped. Blood sprayed out of his neck after.
She wasn’t sure when, but Qi Yichen’s fan had turned into an iron fan, illuminating a faint white light on the surface.
Qi Yichen closed the fan and propped it gently against his chin, “In comparison… you’re a tad bit weak, Brother Zhu.”
… How could I forget that this was a world of magic! How could I forget the wickedness and strength of the scholar in front of me!!
Gu Qingyu rolled her eyes in disdain, “My proportions are good, my face is handsome, I’m smart, cool, beautiful, and cute If I had even an ounce of strength, then how would you carry on living?”
… Although I have no clue what you’re talking about, it sounds pretty reasonable!
On the contrary, Qi Wan understood everything and burst out laughing. One of the men took this chance to sweep in.
Gu Qingyu shot out an arrow from her sleeve, piercing through the man’s neck, killing the man behind. She said, smiling, “Careful~ 70k~”
“Y-yes!” Qi Wan stammered. He mumbled quietly to himself, “Where the h.e.l.l is this considered as having no attack strength…”
A cold sweat ran down Qi Yichen’s back, “Brother Zhu…”
“Eh.” Gu Qingyu answered, and fiddled with an arrow in her hands, “Seems like the destructive power after remodelling still isn’t enough…”
“… Brother Zhu, let’s talk this over nicely…”
Soon, more and more the black clothed men arrived, the situation was almost identical to that time when they went up the mountain looking for Qi Yichen’s master.
“Let me have a go at it, Qi Wan.” Just as her words fell, Qi Wan flashed to her behind.
Qi Wan panted slightly, he was clearly somewhat tired.
The corpses of the men piled up in the house.
“Mm…” Gu Qingyu slowly shut her eyes, a white mist took form around her, “Ancient. Frost. Seal!”
A layer of ice started to spread out from her feet, freezing the continuously entering men in place.