bookcurios Chapter 147 Confrontation
Chapter 147 Confrontation
Three bonfires, three groups of people
All of them are young men.
It seemed that two groups of people were confronting each other, and there was a strong murderous aura around them.
They looked towards Wei Wushang and Mu Yao, the shock in their eyes was several times greater than theirs. They even suspected that they had been poisoned by an illusion. How could they actually see such a beautiful lady in this desolate forest?
She was wearing a bean green dress with a few bamboo leaves dotted on the hem, which was particularly eye-catching under the light of the bonfire. Her graceful figure wrapped in the dress was like a bud after the spring rain, about to bloom.
Her wine-brown hair, which was casually flowing like a rosy cloud and was slightly damp, made her extraordinary and beautiful face look even more radiant and dazzling, stunningly beautiful.
The fairy in the painting described in the storybook actually walked out of the void wrapped in silver light.
Their eyes all fell on Mu Yao, and they completely ignored Wei Wushang.
Mu Yao looked around the room in amazement, her gaze stopping on a man in black clothes in front of her on the right.
He sat upright on a worn wooden table with his back straight, but his innate noble temperament could not be concealed.
His eyebrows and eyes were cold and lifeless, but his skin was whiter than snow and as beautiful as the red spider lilies in the underworld - he was undoubtedly the most handsome man Mu Yao had ever seen in her two lifetimes.
(He is the most handsome in this book!)
He was among the crowd, like a pearl, illuminating this desolate mansion as bright as day.
What impressed Mu Yao even more was the string of white jade Buddhist beads in his hand. His thumb was gently twisting them in circles, greedily savoring his fingerprints.
The two men standing behind the black-robed man were also very handsome. Judging from the temperament and attire of these three people, they were obviously not of the same kind as the other two groups.
Wei Wushang glanced at the man in black and protected Mu Yao behind him.
Mu Yao didn't want to get involved, so she gently tugged at the corner of Wei Wushang's clothes, trying to pull him back to the door.
With a loud "boom", heavy rain fell in the blink of an eye.
What a timely rain! Mu Yao looked back at the sky and sighed.
"Girl, you are so beautiful. How old are you?" A sturdy man grinned at Mu Yao and asked foolishly. He was big and strong, but his face was surprisingly fair. He was the first to walk out from the two groups of people.
Mu Yao was slightly stunned. What was this? Was she being teased again?
Looking at their clothes again, they seemed to be the same as Ji Qinghe, not from Dayun.
Most of Dayun's men follow the rules. Not to mention flirting with a noble lady in public, they even have to think twice and consider before talking to a noble lady.
Mu Yao glanced at Wei Wushang. There was no expression on his face, he was too calm. Mu Yao knew that her husband was not far from exploding.
On a dark, windy and rainy night, people murdered, set fire to and buried their bodies.
Mu Yao wanted to give them another chance to live, so she lowered her voice and said, "My husband and I were just passing by and wanted to come in and rest our legs. Since there are already people here, we don't want to disturb you. Bye."
He took Wei Wushang's slender arm and tried to turn around and leave, but he couldn't move at all.
"Why are you being polite to ants? They are the ones who need to leave!" The murderous intent in Wei Wushang's eyes was gathering silently little by little.
His words aroused the man's dissatisfaction, and he immediately drew out his sword and said fiercely: "You little brat, do you believe that I will chop you to pieces with one blow of my sword!" The burly man's face suddenly became extremely ferocious, and a confrontation was about to break out.
"Tiger, why are you fighting and killing in front of the young lady? I'll kill the man later!"
The man who was speaking had a long and narrow groove on his left cheek, which extended all the way into his neck like a coiled poisonous snake, and he exuded a chill all over his body.
"Are you also looking for death?"
Wei Wushang's eyes lit up with a bloodthirsty cold light, and he took a step back. His cold and handsome face showed a coldness that Mu Yao had never seen before. This coldness was the light of hell that he had not shown when he faced the forty-two Dark Killers alone.
A burst of laughter rose in the house, startling a few birds on the eaves that had never returned, and they let out tearful cries.
The two groups of people who were confronting each other stopped fighting. They seemed to have found something more interesting and laughed loudly.
Except for the three people headed by the man in black, everyone else had greedy, obscene, and malicious smiles on their faces.
"Is it funny?" Mu Yao narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, with a hint of hostility in her eyes.
There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you go in instead. You are so shameless and you are seeking your own death.
"Fairy, I see your husband is with a pretty boy. How can his frail body feed you? Why don't you go with me, your brother?" The scarred man laughed again, his eyes filled with yellow garbage.
With a "bang", Mu Yao kicked the man hard before Wei Wushang could, kicking him into the straw pile in the corner.
"Why do I think you're weaker?" Mu Yao retracted her long legs and sneered at the toad lying on its back.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Wei Wushang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, with a look of doting in his eyes. He pulled the person into his arms and nodded appreciatively.
The black-clothed man paused, raised his eyes to look at Mu Yao, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the speed of twisting the beads slowed down slightly.
After the ghost-faced man crawled out of the haystack, he raised his sword with a grim face and tried to chop at them, but was stopped by several of his accomplices who held him tightly.
"Fourth brother, wake up! Don't scare the fairy! We brothers are still waiting for her to give birth to a baby for us!" A dark-skinned young man advised, and the other big men responded in unison.
"It's hot enough, brother likes it! How about you follow me? I'm much better than them!" A shorter man stood up and walked towards Mu Yao with his belly protruding.
A green light flashed, and the bodies of Black Skin and Shorty were instantly split into two and scattered on the ground.
Thick blood oozed out and slowly spread from the sword mark to the surroundings.
"Sixth Brother! Eighth Brother!" Several big men cried out to the sky in agony.
The old man who had been sitting in the corner with his back to them suddenly turned around and stood up.
"Brother! This man killed Lao Liu and Lao Ba!" Ghost Face and the sturdy man called Lao Wu shouted hysterically at the gray-haired old man.
“Do you have any last words?” The old man’s voice was terribly cold, as if it was poisoned, and it came through the vicissitudes of life and through the air.
Wei Wushang raised a more ferocious sword energy again without any hesitation, and all the people in the two groups except the old man were killed.
Mu Yao looked at the broken limbs on the ground, lost in shock and swallowed unconsciously.
All that Dad said about being elegant, gentle as jade, and quiet as orchid, none of that exists.
A boss is a boss. Even if he doesn’t sit in the boss’s position, the aura of a king remains.
Wei Wushang noticed her uneasiness, held her tightly in his arms and kissed her hair, then turned his head with a bloodthirsty smile and said coldly: "Go out and fight, and I will leave you with an intact body." He swung the short blade in his hand heavily, and "Qingshuang" - reappeared.
Cang Xiong stared at Wei Wushang in shock.
He killed so many of his brothers with just two swords, and they didn't give him any chance to fight back.
He had no impression of such a young and top-notch expert.
The big raindrops hit the mottled windows, making a crackling sound. The strong wind blew open the door, and dark clouds rolled in overhead, as if they were going to swallow up the entire house in the next moment.
"If you take action here, it will scare my wife, and you will become the same as them." Wei Wushang pointed his sword at the stump, with no disguising the threat in his tone.
There was a burst of laughter in the room.
Cang Xiong's eyes were bloodshot, and with a "swish" sound, the soft sword at his waist was unsheathed, and the sharp edge of the sword cut off his hair.
"A white rainbow piercing the sun? Are you Cang Xiong, the chief culprit of the Black Water?" Wei Wushang was a little surprised. The Black Water was far away in the east of Yunqi, thousands of miles away from Dayun. How could they appear in the Perilla Forest?
"Oh? I didn't expect that someone could recognize me in a place like this. Young man, you are so young, but you are so ruthless! Then go out and have a good fight!"
Cang Xiong quickly found himself in the yard.
In this battle today, if I live, I will get my revenge. If I die, I will get what I deserve.
"Wu Sha."
Mu Yao called out to Wei Wushang as he was about to leave.
"Are you sure?" Mu Yao felt that the old man was very powerful.
Wei Wushang glanced at the three people left in the room, his eyes revealing a strong warning: "Anyone who dares to covet you must die."
In the yard, the rain was howling and the wind was whistling.
Wei Wushang's aqua blue robe fluttered in the wind, and every move was a mix of reality and illusion, making it hard to tell the real from the fake. The old man's sword was full of energy, and his gray robe left a shadow in the rain.
The sword energy of the two men was faster and fiercer than the other. Wherever the sword light passed, there were ruins, making the already dilapidated house look even more desolate.
The man in black clothes stood up and came to Mu Yao's side. He looked directly at the two afterimages in the courtyard and said in a cold voice, "Your husband is very strong."
Mu Yao was concentrating on watching the battle and didn't notice anyone approaching. She was startled and looked at the person who came.
So high!
The man in black clothes stood tall and straight, twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, and a familiar scent of gardenia lingered around his nose.
A trace of surprise flashed across Mu Yao's eyes, which happened to be seen by the man in black. He lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Yao with an obscure look, and said in a light voice: "What a coincidence, you also like gardenias."