1102 Born To Be A Pair I (1/2)
”It was all because of you.”
”It was all your fault, the moon did nothing wrong.”
”You did this, you did that, you behaved like this, you behaved like that.”
These are the common conversations between teenage boys and girls, but it rarely occurred between Ning Que and Sangsang. Regardless of when they were a young man and a girl, nominally master and servant, or after they became husband and wife.
When Sangsang was saying this, there was not much expression on her face, not blaming, not throwing a tantrum, more like conveying an objective fact. However, it felt like a grudge, a tantrum to Ning Que. His heart was trembling and hurting as a result of him taking pity on her.
He did not know how to answer Sangsang. There was blood flowing out between the blade of the sword and his palm, pattering like a clock in that world, urging him to do something to console her.
He looked at the Drunkard with calmness, like he could not feel any pain. His gaze was filled with his determined murderous aura.
At first, the Drunkard launched a sneak attack, stabbing the Eldest Brother and then Sangsang, both whom he respected and loved the most, causing severe injuries to them due to his attack. It was still unknown if Sang sang could hold on.
Ever since Xia Hou's death, there was not once that Ning Que wanted to kill someone so badly.
But the Drunkard did not seem to sense his gaze as he laughed crazily with his eyebrows twisted. ”Could you see? She… she's not gonna make it.”
The sword in his hand was twisted simultaneously as his eyebrows were distorted. Ning Que's palm was slashed, causing a more violent and deluging blood flow.
There was an unknown number of swords in the flagon, each of them was the Drunkard's natal. They were smelted with hard liquor for many years, therefore, extremely sharp, that his body could not even take it.
Ning Que took out the iron cutlass from the back of the shoulder and slashed toward the Drunkard.
The flaming and pure Haotian's Divine Flame appeared at the tip of the iron cutlass.
An oddly rich liquor squirted out from the flagon at the Drunkard's waist, forming an immeasurably dense waterfall. The liquor flowed out perpetually, putting off the divine flame on the knife immediately.
The Drunkard looked at him and said bitterly, ” So do you still think that you could do me any harm?”
Ning Que stayed silent as he supported the falling Sangsang with his left shoulder.
The Drunkard rubbed his palm on the sword, and slowly pierced into Sangsang's body.
Her blood flow increased, dripping on the fancy talisman thread. The thread became brighter with a faster speed, and the next moment, the talisman array would be activated.
”It is too late, you shall all die.”
The Drunkard stopped laughing. His cold gaze was filled with boundless murderous aura and contempt.
Ning Que's palm reached out as fast as lightning along the sharp blade of the knife.
The tip of the blade cut through his palm. The sound of muscles and bone tearing apart were awful and horrific. His hands were as hard as steel like his body, hence, it sounded more unpleasant and terrifying.
His eyes that were covered with blood were still blood-red, as he stared at the Drunkard like a beast. He held the Drunkard's hand with his palm. Suddenly, there was a small metal can in his palm.
Pow! Air waves fluctuated in the secret room. There was an explosion in between Ning Que's and the Drunkard's palm. Countless of sharp blades fluttered in the air and slit through every flesh they encountered. A sad, shrill and resentful shout was heard. Walls around the room were shattered by the shock.
Ning Que's palm was covered in blood, losing its form as a hand of a human being. The Drunkard had it worse, his hand was blown off completely. Certainly, without his hand, he could not grab a sword and pierce it through Sang sang's body. The Drunkard's face turned pale as his body shivered, and blood squirting out from his broken right arm. He had never been so heavily injured. He valued his life, taking every strand of his hair more seriously than the whole world. But now, he lost an arm. A whole arm!
”You are a dead man,” he looked apathetically at Ning Que and said, with a deranged gaze. He took out a sword from the flagon with his left hand once again.
Ning Que's psyche power was almost drained, unable to fight anymore. However, he must fight. He looked at the sword on Sangsang's belly.
The Drunkard's blood and flesh remained on the handle of the sword. A flow of liquor fell from above, washing away all stains on it, and it looked brand new again.
”Thinking about using the Light's Doctrine's disgusting method?” The Drunkard looked at him emotionlessly and said, ”Don't you even think about it!”
A soft sneer sound was emitted. The sharp potted sword thrust into Ning Que's chest on his left. It did not get to pierce through him thoroughly, but his lung was badly wounded.
Ning Que coughed painfully as blood spurted from his mouth. But he was pleased because he felt the powerful change of the breath of Heaven and Earth under his feet and he could even feel its warmth clearly, a proof of the talisman array being turned on.
A majestic ray of light emerged from the talisman thread on the solid rock surface, enveloping Ning Que, Sangsang, the big black horse and the indigo lion dog in it.
The Drunkard's facial expression changed as he held the sword with his left hand, and drew a trace that was almost against the rule of physics, bypassing Ning Que's body, aiming between Sangsang's eyebrows.
At this instant, Ning Que had no energy to fight anymore and Sangsang could barely stand with the support of his left shoulder. Who could stop the Drunkard's all-in attack?
No one. But it could be paused.
A firm yet solemn lion roar that was suppressed for a long time echoed in the whole city of Helan!
The indigo lion transformed into a ray of light and crashed onto the side of the potted sword!
Two shades of dark shadow kicked out from the ray of light like lightning, hitting the Drunkard on his chest heavily!
The Drunkard missed his target and dealt with a heavy blow again. He hummed, and retreated backwards due to the attack!
The ray of light became brighter, and the silhouettes in it quickly weaken!
The Drunkard's face became more pale; he was clear what it meant to let Haotian escaped alive. He would never allow himself to let go of this opportunity.