"That's too late?"Yin Xiu pursed his lips, thinking about the meaning behind this sentence. However, he suddenly remembered that the person he wanted to ask was right in front of him. He could just ask directly. Why bother thinking about it? So he approached Jia Jingjing and said, "The Laoshan School is now only active in the southwest of Jiuzhou. It is no longer seen in other places. It was you who made the Laoshan School reappear in Dunling." "What do you mean?" Jia Jingjing asked back. "I mean, the magic formula that drives the Kunlun warriors." Yin Xiu handed the talisman paper he took out from Kunlun Hercules' Dantian to Jia Jingjing. "It is not an easy task to refine a Kunlun warrior. Regardless of the magic power of the caster, the target chosen to be a warrior must also have a very yang and strong fate. He must be born at the hottest time of the day, at noon, to be the best vessel. Moreover, the most important point is that to become a Kunlun Warrior, he must be willing, otherwise he cannot reach the level of the Red Emperor, but can only be a walking corpse to some extent. " Yin Xiu's eyes were cold, "So, how did you trick and brainwash people into becoming like this, willing to be a walking corpse?" "He wasn't fooled!" A ripple finally appeared on Jia Jingjing's always calm face.
After a pause, her voice became calmer. "If I tell you that there are people in this world who are willing to die for others, and are even afraid that they haven't done enough, would you believe it?" "Of course I believe it." Yoon Soo replied without hesitation. This made Jia Jingjing a little suspicious. "You don't even consider it? You don't even deny my question?" "Because I have seen many such people around me." Yin Xiu crossed his arms and said, "I am willing to die for others, and others are willing to die for me. This is not a contractual relationship, but trust, and just like you said, it is voluntary." "Then I understand why you guys have come this far. With the power of just three people, you destroyed the entire dark world that I worked so hard to build. I thought it was all just some kind of mistake or miscalculation.” Jia Jingjing sighed. When Laura Fona heard this, she pulled Rowe aside and whispered, "What nonsense is he talking about? When I first met him, he pushed me into the wall. Would a man like him be willing to die as a knight for the princess?" "You are at most an earl, not a princess." Luo Wei asked her back: "You said he would not be willing to die for you, but what about you? Didn't you become Count Nicholas, the thing you were most reluctant to do, for him?" "It's not what you think. I didn't expect that becoming Count Nicholas would make me so rich." Laura Fonnna spread her hands. “Who can believe you?” Luo Wei exposed her bluntly, "You are not someone who would lower your temper and dignity for a little money." "That's not just a little, that's a lot of money. Well, okay..." Laura Fona looked up at the ceiling and said reluctantly, "Of course it's for loyalty. It can't be that only you guys are helping me while I can't help at all? Do you really think I'm a princess who can only wait for others to save me?" "Why do you care so much about things?" Luo Wei shook his head and looked at Jia Jingjing who was answering Yin Xiu's question.
Why did this woman get involved in such a dangerous organization? You know, if she wasn't with the Red Emperor, she would just be a weak woman and any werewolf could take her life. He just had to wait for Jia Jingjing to speak out her doubts. Jia Jingjing paused, and finally said: "The Red Emperor you are talking about, that is, the Kunlun Warrior you killed, is actually my lover." "Lover?" Dorothy squeezed forward and said, "Miss Tiffany, are you saying that the unrecognizable person was once your lover?" "He will always be my lover. In fact, he is also a staff member of this theater, but he is a stagehand backstage, responsible for handling clothes and props, while I perform in the front, so many people don't know him. His name was Ah Qing, and even he himself had forgotten his last name. He is very good to me and considers everything for me. But precisely because he considers me, he always feels that he is not worthy of me and that our identities and classes are very different. Being with me will only delay me and affect my future. But in fact, I didn’t expect to become a great dancer. I just wanted to be with A Qing. It doesn’t matter to me that the best opera and dance company in the world is in Vienna instead of in Dunkirk.” Dorothy was confused and asked, "Why?" "Why did you leave me?" Jia Jingjing pursed her lips and said, "Actually, that's not what he wanted to do, but he has a terminal illness, and the incurable disease is making him thinner and thinner. Just when I thought his time was running out, we met Master. Ah Qing begged Master to save him, and I also begged Master to save him, but Master said there was nothing he could do. But he can ask Ah Qing to become a Kunlun warrior and accompany me in another way. Becoming a Kunlun warrior is the condition and the price. " Jia Jingjing's eyes were covered with mist. "He was willing to die and transform into a Kunlun warrior. I also work wholeheartedly for Master. That's all." "Master?" Yin Xiu repeated the word softly, feeling that it must be a scary person. After all, the one who could create the Kunlun Hercules could not be a mortal. He had never heard of such a Taoist priest living abroad before. Maybe it was because Uncle Ming and the others did not know him, or maybe it was because there were very few successors of the Laoshan School. No one could have imagined that in faraway Western Europe, there were people who used the pure Laoshan technique. On the other hand, Yin Xiu has also clearly realized that she has broken into the deeper part of Jia Jingjing's defense line. She is only a little closer to breaking through all the mysteries and getting more out of her. Anything you can ask is always better than using [Bloody Memories] to get information from a corpse. However, at this time, Jia Jingjing stood up. The expressions of the men in black present were startled and they became nervous. They did not take any further action until they saw Yin Xiu reaching out his hand. It has to be said that after experiencing the chaos of the past few days, these noble vampires are no longer as noble and calm as before. Only Laura Fountain still maintains such grace. She watched Jia Jingjing stand up with interest, wondering how she was going to beg for mercy. However, Jia Jingjing turned her swan-like neck and looked at Dorothy with a gentle smile in her eyes.
"Miss Dorothy, how are you?" Dorothy was obviously very surprised and couldn't help covering her mouth. "Miss Tiffany, do you remember me?" Jia Jingjing smiled and said, "I definitely remember it, because every time, you were the one sitting in the front row, even when we were performing those long plays and others were yawning, you would keep your eyes fixed on them. Miss Dorothy, I remember you gave me a red butterfly hairpin. It was made of mahogany and polished to be smooth and beautiful. Unfortunately, I accidentally lost it in the fire. You must have made it yourself, right? It’s a really beautiful gift. I wore it during my subsequent performances. What a pity.” "It's not a pity at all, Miss Tiffany. As long as your people are safe, nothing else matters." Dorothy wanted to reach out and hold Jia Jingjing's hand, but she felt that it was a bit offensive, so she just nervously grabbed the corner of her skirt. "Ms. Tiffany, I have been looking for you since the fire three years ago. Where have you been?" Jia Jingjing seemed a little dazed, holding her forehead and thinking for a while, and then she answered: "Oh, three years ago, I was taken in by the master, and therefore I practiced hard in the Taoist temple for three years. Speaking of which, I have something for you." She took out a small lamp from her pocket. The base was only half the size of a palm and only about one finger high. It was made of bronze, with a few little figures carved on it, holding up candles. As soon as it was handed to Dorothy, the flameless candlestick suddenly lit up with a ball of blue flame, like a small bean, swaying. “In Kyushu, people call this a perpetual lamp and give it to students or friends, hoping that their future lives will always be bright and brilliant, untainted by evil, just like this lamp. Miss Dorothy, I hope your future life will be like this, always bright, brilliant, and gorgeous like a flower." "Ms. Tiffany..." Dorothy's eyes were filled with tears. "I never thought that one day I would receive such a precious gift from my favorite dancer. This little flame burning in the palm of my hand is like your beating heart, Miss Tiffany, warm and powerful. "Heart?" Jia Jingjing smiled and said, "This is a very good description and metaphor." After saying this, she seemed to have nothing more to say to the crowd. She lifted her skirt and trotted onto the stage with cheerful steps. After standing at the edge of the stage, she smiled and said, "Miss Dorothy, I was in the Dunling Opera House. I first danced in the group dance for a year, then danced supporting roles for two years, and then became the leading actor. Do you remember what was the first play I played the leading role in?" "Of course I remember it. That was your first starring role. I will never forget it." Dorothy said without hesitation, "It's The Death of the Swan." "Yes," Jia Jingjing's smile disappeared, "It's The Dying Swan. It's also my favorite play. I will never forget it." As she spoke, she casually put her shawl aside, tightened her hair with a headband, stood on the stage, and placed her hands on her abdomen with her fingers spread out like branches. Inhale, lift your head, tighten your abdomen, and lift your chest. As Jia Jingjing stood on tiptoe, her whole temperament suddenly changed, from a fairy who had descended to earth to an elf on the stage. With a leap, a jump, tap the ground with toes, spin, and soar.
With a graceful waist and charming figure, Jia Jingjing's every move contains the feminine tenderness and unique power. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she smiled, sometimes she was humble, sometimes she was proud, sometimes she was passionate, and sometimes she was cold as ice. The people in the audience were distracted by her dance and immersed in it, as if the whole world had become a small opera house and their lives were condensed on the small stage before them. Their moods and lives seemed to rise and fall with Jia Jingjing, drifting away, forgotten by the world together, and then at some moment they emerged from the bottom of the deep sea, breathing freely, roaring, and crying bitterly. Yin Xiu and Luo Wei usually only read comics and martial arts novels. Not to mention watching operas and ballets, they often feel sleepy even when listening to people singing. However, at this time they couldn't help but look silent and dazed. Laura Fonnna originally just looked down on Jia Jingjing and thought that this woman only had a foxy face used to deceive and fool people. Even though she thought that face was not as pretty as her own, she still couldn't help feeling jealous. But at this moment, she just watched quietly, putting all her prejudices behind her, her mind blank. If they were like this, let alone Dorothy who was already a die-hard fan. Her makeup had already been smudged by her tears, and she was standing blankly under the stage, staring intently. There was clearly no musical accompaniment, only the echo of Jia Jingjing's footsteps hitting the stage floor, but Dorothy seemed to hear the magnificent sounds of intricately arranged orchestral music, dense drum beats, and thunderous gongs. She was staring in amazement. It seemed like he had been dancing on the stage for a long time, but it also seemed like it was only a brief moment, like accidentally taking a nap while fanning himself under a big tree in the summer. By the time everyone came to their senses, the dance was almost over. Jia Jingjing turned around, and her originally energetic, wild and passionate dance became gentle and melodious in the last moment. Her eyes were sad but strong. She slowly tightened her body and her dance moves became smaller, but this made her look more elegant and noble. Jia Jingjing stood still on the stage, squatted gently, and buried her head in her hands, like a shy princess among a group of swans, or like a migratory bird that had been flying for a long time and was taking a rest. The bean-sized light of the lamp in Dorothy's hand had gone out at some point. Luo Wei took off his felt hat and placed it on his chest. Yin Xiu adjusted his clothes. He rubbed his fingers on the collar of his shirt and pulled up his sleeves to make sure there were no wrinkles. After finishing all this, Yin Xiu walked towards the stage. "Wait a minute." Dorothy called him and said in a trembling voice, "It's not over yet. The dance is only halfway done. There's more to go." Yin Xiu glanced at her, moved his lips twice, but finally said nothing and continued walking towards the stage. Before Dorothy wanted to say something, Laura Fonnna gently held her hand. The vampire's hands were cold yet soft, enough to comfort Dorothy at this moment. Laura Fountain leaned close to her and whispered in a tone of unprecedented compassion. "The dance is over." (End of chapter)