46 A Flower Under the Moonligh (1/2)

The archer's unbuckled pants sat around his ankles, and thanks for the moonlit sky, Meng Fuyao was able to get a clear view of his hairy legs from on top of the wall.

”Ahah!” Meng Fuyao laughed, tumbling back to Yuan Zhaoxu's side.

She fiddled with a silk tape. She had used it to hook around the arrowheads from earlier as she knew that she wasn't his match.

Meng Fuyao laughed irrepressibly as the conceited fellow urgently pulled his pants up. ”I was being lenient earlier. Be arrogant again, and I'll go for your little fellow down there, and not your pants.”

She pulled Yuan Zhaoxu, who had remained passive all this while, along, smiling, ”Let's go.”

The moment she turned she heard the man howling and snorting in anger. After that, an explosion of what seemed like millions of stars erupted in the sky. It rose up the faraway sky, so glorious and brilliant, before breaking the surrounding darkness. The movement of light was too fast for the naked eye to observe, and it filled the whole of earth within a split second.

Meng Fuyao caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eyes and was shocked by its pervasive splendor. It was so attention-grabbing that one would momentarily forget everything.

In just a moment the bright ray had arrived before her eyes.

Where it rose, Yuan Zhaoxu whipped around suddenly.

He was always so calm and gentle, but when he moved, it was indescribably fast, even more so than the bright ray. His body spun non-stop, his sleeves fluttering powerfully, and a white light flashed across the darkness. A convulsive windstorm had been summoned.

Dead silence took over.

The moonlight flowed down the perimeter wall, illuminating an alley outside. From a blind corner popped a slender, jade-white arm and a set of fingers, between which a pentagonal flower rested.

It resembled an ice sculpture, translucent and sparkling, and its every corner flicked with eternal starlight. It was shockingly beautiful yet paling in comparison to the exquisitely carved hand.

Despite the individual's body being concealed by the darkness, the hands basked under the glorious moonlight. One was fair, long and placed in a beautiful pose, its flower a killer weapon, and the other was graceful, calm and slightly disdainful.

At that moment, under the moon, the delicate fingers grasped the flower noiselessly.

All living things immersed in the long stretch of silence, but the windstorm roused by the pentagonal flower was suppressed by an equally powerful energy coming from the finger. Two comparable forces collided, forming small whirlpools that rolled up spirals of wind.

The wind rose, blowing the veil off Meng Fuyao's face away and allowing the moonlight to shine down onto it.

The stars in the vast skies seemed to have gushed right into the youth's eyes. Her pure, springwater-like eyes exuded an abundant magnificence that could light up the world of mortals and the boundless seas.

Her raised brows created the most delicate and charming arcs, no different from two crescent moons or even the beautiful dance poses found in the highest of heavens.

A new disk of moon seemed to have risen from this dark alley.

By the wall, the individual's gaze hardened as greed and awe flashed across his long and narrow eyes, to the extent he had momentarily forgotten about how Yuan Zhaoxu's flower had damaged his trump card.

Within the line of sight of the man on the wall, the hand with the flower moved abruptly.

With a light but swift fling of his finger, the pentagonal flower floated into the air, drawing a strange arc across the sky before exploding into a massive flower which instantly shrouded the man.

The man was alarmed. He understood the effect his trump card, when fully unleashed, would bring. Hence, it led him to disregard his identity and fall backward.

A short while later the sound of a heavy object dropping to the ground was heard. It was imaginable that the miserable opponent hadn't been able to control his body.

Yuan Zhaoxu retracted his finger, and the spot in which the pentagonal flower was held flickered a greenish-black light, quickly getting covered by his falling oversized sleeve.

Lord Yuan Bao wriggled out from Yuan Zhaoxu's robe and squeaked. Yuan Zhaoxu shook his head, smiling. Then, Lord Yuanbao turned to Meng Fuyao, throwing her an angry stare.

Not understanding, Meng Fuyao stared back at him. 'What's he angry for? Menopause?'

Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her as well, his brows slightly knitted. He hadn't expected Meng Fuyao's true appearance to be revealed today.

She let out an embarrassed laugh and touched her face. ”I was plotted against two days back and had an acne outbreak. Not going to add stuff to my face anymore so...”