Chapter 162: Ouyang Shaochen Got Wounded for Murong Xue
The bright red haw balls were wrapped in thick molasses, crystal clear and attractive. Looking at the candied haws, Ouyang Shaochen was not swayed, he shook his head gently, “I don’t like candied haws!”
Murong Xue blinked and said unhurriedly, “There are so many candied haws in this string. I can’t eat them all. Help me finish them, please!” Murong Xue held the string of candied haws, putting it in front of Ouyang Shaochen’s mouth. It seemed that she would never give up until he had a bite.
Ouyang Shaochen focused on her, and there was a hint of helplessness in his obsidian eye pupil, “I really don’t like eating sour and sweet things, don’t be naughty!”
“Eat one, just one, and the rest belongs to me…” Murong Xue tried to persuade him, with her eyes glistening.
“No…” When Ouyang Shaochen opened his mouth to speak, Murong Xue suddenly took off a haw ball and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
The sour and sweet taste pervaded Ouyang Shaochen’s mouth. The fresh, sweet flavor with a faint of sour taste let him feel a sourness in the tooth. He frowned slightly and stared helplessly at Murong Xue.
While she looked at him grinning, “How does it taste?”
“Not too bad!” Ouyang Shaochen replied with surrender in his tone!
“Take another one if you like it!” Murong Xue said smilingly, took off another haw ball and was about to stuff it into his mouth.
She and Ouyang Shaochen had several meals together before. Of course, she knew he didn’t like sweet and sour food. However, they were good for the human body. He should not be too picky about food…
Seeing the candied haws reaching his mouth, Ouyang Shaochen quickly reached out and grabbed Murong Xue’s wrist, “One was enough and the rest will be yours!” Voice down, Ouyang Shaochen exerted strength in his wrist, the haw ball was stuffed into Murong Xue’s mouth!
The sour and sweet taste instantly stimulated Murong Xue’s taste bud. She glared at Ouyang Shaochen grumpily. He had no good fortune to eat such delicious candied haws!
“Girl, have mercy on me!” An old, husky begging was suddenly heard. Murong Xue turned and saw a gray-haired and ragged old man standing half a meter away from her. His body was half bent with a wooden stick in his hand and a broken bowl with a small breach in his other hand. He handed the bowl to her and looked at her pitifully.
“Wait a minute!” Murong Xue laughingly said, her white hands stretching out to the waist. She pulled out a soft sword, and relentlessly stabbed toward the old man…
The old man narrowed his eyes. He waved his stick to fight against Murong Xue’s attack. With a “crack” sound, the stick’s skin broke apart, revealing the cold shining sword inside…
“Clang!” The old man brandished his sword to avoid Murong Xue’s attack. He jumped aside and looked at her from a high position, full of pride and homicidal intent. The old pitiful appearance disappeared. “How did you see through me?”
He had never been seen through for many years of disguise!
“Your complexion. Beggars have no enough to eat all year round. Their faces are all sallow and emaciated. Although your complexion is also yellow, it is a little bit unnatural. As soon as I look at it, I could tell that you have smeared something on your face. And your voice, too. You have deliberately lowered your volume to make it sound old and husky. With careful listening, I could recognize your original voice is loud and energetic. Well, the broken bowl has not completely covered your hand, revealing a thick layer of calluses on it. Further thought will tell that it is caused by years of sword practice…” Murong Xue said casually, the tip of her brows full of ridicule!
Upon hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, “You are indeed a smart girl. My disguise could not escape your sharp eyes…” He originally intended to approach her as a beggar and took her life while she was unprepared. Unexpectedly, she was so smart that he could only assassinate her in another way…
“Who sent you here to kill me?” Murong Xue looked at him coldly.
“Ask the King of Hell!” With a wave of the old man’s hand, countless men in black poured out of the eaves and alleys. They were holding cold shining swords and mercilessly stabbing toward Murong Xue and Ouyang Shao Chen.
Wanted to kill her? Overconfident!
Murong Xue bent up her mouth with a cold smile, rushed against the men in black, waving the soft sword in her hand, stirring up lines of red blood…
The men in black were impassive, like the tide, they surrounded Murong Xue, stabbing relentlessly toward the key parts of her body with the long sword in their hands…
“Bang bang bang!” Strenuous internal forces shoot toward, beating the men in black out of Murong Xue’s surroundings. Ouyang Shaochen fell from the sky and landed lightly beside her, reaching for the soft sword in her hand.
“Hey!” Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
“Your movements are good, but not hard or fast enough. I’ll teach you some tricks, just see it carefully!” Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, tapping his toe on the ground and his slender figure disappeared in the sight of all.
The old man was frightened and looked around for Ouyang Shaochen. With a faint scent of ink and bamboo suddenly lingering on the tip of his nose and a white attire floating across the corner of his eyes, a cold light flashed before him like lightning.
The old man felt only pain in his neck. Suddenly, a gasp of blood spurted out of it. He looked down slowly and saw scarlet blood flowing down his neck, soaking his clothes and the faint scent of blood spreading rapidly. Ouyang Shaochen’s clear and arrogant voice sounded in his ear, “Xue, did you see it? This is killing!”
Ha, prince of Lord Kingdom Mansion really deserved his reputation. Had the old man known his opponent was so powerful, he would have waited for Murong Xue and Ouyang Shaochen to separate before starting his attack!
The old man bent up his mouth with a bit ugly smile. His body tilted, and he fell to the ground and lost his breath. Blood from his neck quickly outflowed and dyed red the ground…
Looking at their leader dead, the men in black all froze. At the moment of their trance, Ouyang Shaochen’s sharp sword had swung at them. With a white shadow drifted across followed by a cold sword light, the men in black ripped off their necks without seeing clearly how he swayed his sword. Although unwilling to fall to the ground, they were killed with their eyes wide open…
This was not a fight, but a slaughter. Murong Xue stood by, only to see a white figure flashing back and forth among those men in black, stirring up scarlet blood, then, all the enemies fell dead…
Bodies were everywhere, blood flowed on the ground like rivers, and the thick smell spread in the air. Ouyang Shaochen was holding a sword and standing in a group of dead bodies. His white attire was flying with the wind, spotless, and his young face was like a picture scroll, such an elegance appearance made Murong Xue unable to move her eyes away.
Murong Xue raised her arched eyebrow. Ouyang Shaochen had deep cultivation in martial arts, strong internal force, and daunting fencing skills, he deserved his fame as the prince of Lord Freedom Mansion…
“Ouyang!” Murong Xue laughingly went up to him, patted him on the shoulder, preparing to say some nice words But at the moment her palm touched his shoulder, Ouyang Shaochen fell straight down on the ground…