37 Fleeing Once More (2/2)
She opened her mouth, overwhelmed by the impulse to drive him on his way, but decided against it after some thought or rather, resigned to the fact that Yuan Zhaoxu was a firm man who wouldn't get swayed easily.
Meng Fuyai sighed softly and helplessly. She turned around, catching a side glimpse of a white furball, wiggling about in his chest in a dismissive manner, as if happy to see her leave.
”You stupid, squeaking mouse,” Meng Fuyao cursed, black-faced.
”Why are you cursing me for no good reason?” Zhan Beiye glared.
”Aye, you're worse than that stupid mouse,” Meng Fuyao spat furiously.
The unlucky man stared at her in major confusion, wondering if she had gotten off the wrong side of her bed that morning.
The trio pushed their way through the messy slaughter ground, slashing anyone who came unto them. With their skills and abilities combined, no soldier could hurt them. They gradually retreated from the parade ground, where guards and soldiers were still engaged in a chaotic battle.
Meng Fuyao inhaled, and as she was about to say something, Yun Hen collapsed without uttering a word.
”Oh my god, the poison's taking effect.” Meng Fuyao reached out to grab him. His white face was whiter than a sheet, and she could see the fine veins on his forehead. Beneath his long lashes laid a faint layer of blackness, a clear sign that the toxin had entered his bloodstream.
Meng Fuyao took his pulse before informing, ”He was injured, to begin with, and has been holding it in all this while. He also exerted too much energy in trying to protect me earlier. He's spent and needs immediate treatment.”
”Come back with me. I have quality medication and will be able to get someone to purchase more herbs,” suggested Zhan Beiye, offering his support.
Meng Fuyao nodded, stuffing the pill in her hand into his. ”Feed this to him first.”
Zhan Beiye fed it to Yun Hen, and Meng Fuyao leaped off before he knew it. A few steps later she reached an alleyway on the southern side of the parade square.
”You sly woman–––” Zhan Beiye howled, carrying Yun Hen up and making chase.
Without turning back, Meng Fuyao dashed like the wind to the nearby soldiers who were busy in battle.
”Brothers! That man in black is a spy. The general has put up a reward of 10,000 and will offer it to whoever catches him alive. You get less if you kill him!”
Money bred bravery!
Tempted by the reward, the muddleheaded soldiers did not even question if the general was on the enemy or their side. They blocked the alleyway instinctively, the shine on their sword blades forming snow-white arcs under the night sky, squeezing to be the first to catch him alive.
Zhan Beiye flew into a rage upon getting obstructed by them. He pulled his pant leg up a little before throwing eight kicks.
Clap, clap, clap, clap–––
The soldiers flew into the air, vomiting blood that fell down like rain. Shocked, the other soldiers shifted to empty out an area. Meng Fuyao, who possessed decent skills, had long vanished into the distance.
After standing before the alleyway for some time, Zhan Beiye bellowed, ”You can't run away from me, Woman! I'll find you no matter what!”
She had chosen that alleyway since it seemed rather empty. However, after entering she was dazzled by a fish-like figure that slipped past her. She could vaguely see an ash-white face despite his extreme speed. Without turning back, she reached out to grab his arm. ”Where are you heading, traitor?”
Startled, the man whipped his head around. It was indeed Yao Xun, who had thoughtlessly abandoned her in the old temple. Yao Xun had a panicked look on his face, and his whole body had turned greenish purple. He was trembling non-stop, but joy quickly spread across his face. Weeping, he greeted, ”It's you, Sister... save me, save me!”
”Save you?” Meng Fuyao repeated, narrowing her eyes. ”To await for another betrayal?”
”I was a fool.” He hurriedly bowed with his fists cupped together. ”Help me this time, and I'll do anything for you.”
”Pfft, I'll be a fool if I believe you once more,” Meng Fuyao flung his arm.
Before she could continue on her way, a series of bells rang, followed by the emergence of an eye-piercing, multicolored light that swept over. She could hear the sound of crystal beads dropping onto the ground from afar, and it carried a tinge of smugness, arrogance, and anger.
”Still trying to run?”
Meng Fuyao kicked Yao Xun into a corner before blocking the alley mouth and leaning against the wall. With a half-smile, she looked on, as if looking into a kaleidoscope, as Ya Lanzhu sped forward like a rainbow cloud.