CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 291: INJURED (PART 3)

"I was sitting on the roof enjoying the view when I saw white smoke drift out from that courtyard. Have you been up to no good again?"

"Mind your own business, and live a long life!"

"From afar, I just saw Lin Qianqiu and Lin Yanran, the mother and daughter, all fainted. Didn’t you happen to poison them a bit?"

Yun Ran paused in her steps and glanced at him, "Speaking of which, wasn’t Lin Yanran once someone’s beloved? Is someone feeling sorry now?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

Behind the mask, his brows furrowed tightly, and his handsome face darkened somewhat.

Beloved? Feeling sorry? Lin Yanran?

Who’s this dead girl insulting now?

"What a pity then! From now on, I’ll poison her every time I see her until she dies. It seems someone’s heart is going to be shattered to pieces!"

"..."

Nangong Mo tugged at his stiff lips and said after a while, "Girls, fighting and killing is tiring. How about I help you kill?"

Yun Ran tilted her head, looking at him for a while, "I think you can first go help me buy two strings of candied haws."

Nangong Mo: "?!"

Weren’t we discussing killing people? How did it turn into candied haws?

Is this dead girl trying to send him away?

Yun Ran turned to look at the towering and imposing walls of the Minister Mansion, silently curled her lips.

[For those who want to harm and bully you, showing weakness, pleasing, and repaying grievances with virtues will only make them worse and more aggressive!]

[Repay virtue with virtue, and grievances with straightforwardness, is the true pleasure of dealing with friends and foes!]

Though Nangong Mo felt Yun Ran was trying to send him away and didn’t believe her nonsense about waiting in place, he still obediently went to buy candied haws.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, Yun Ran slipped away.

But, she had walked less than a street when a murderous intent appeared abruptly in the wind.

A cold sword accompanied by fierce gusts of wind with overwhelming murderous intent emerged out of thin air, directly stabbing towards Yun Ran.

Yun Ran’s gaze flickered, her posture nimble as if casting a shadow in surprise, spun to evade that divine sword.

With the first sword missing its target, the attacker swung the second one, the sword qi raised the murderous intent, coercive and sweeping all over.

Yun Ran silently stared at him.

Black clothing, ghostly mask, cold sword, and a pair of icy cold eyes, as silent as a dust-sealed ice lake for millennia, devoid of life.

Ye Wushang, the seventh-ranked assassin at Yellow Springs Inn.

Yet Yun Ran felt their rankings were somewhat inaccurate; she had once fought against Chi Wumei, ranked first, and felt Chi Wumei was no match for Ye Wushang.

Facing the opponent’s continuous pressing deadly moves, Yun Ran collected her mind, threw aside the sack, drew the soft sword entwined with her waist, and fought with all her might.

She understood his martial arts and was clear about her combat power at the moment, so she dared not underestimate him.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of rounds amidst the roaring winds and flying sands.

With her extraordinary Qinggong and agile adaptability, Yun Ran fought him to a draw despite her Inner Strength being far inferior.

Victory and defeat remain undetermined.

A faint ripple crossed Ye Wushang’s silent icy eyes, yet the momentum of his sword did not diminish a bit; every thrust carried killing intent enough to astound the heavens.

During the battle, Yun Ran’s gaze inadvertently caught a figure rushing in from afar.

In a split second, myriad thoughts surged through Yun Ran’s mind, she suddenly gritted her teeth, and aimed a sword at Ye Wushang’s chest.

"Psst—"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh echoed clearly in the silent alley.

"Lin Wanyue!"

A shout intertwined with distress, murderous intent, anger, containing myriad emotions, intensely complex!

Yun Ran clutched her left shoulder, her pretty little face almost wrinkled like a bun; crimson blood oozed through her pale fingers, stunningly seductive and shocking.

Ye Wushang was also slightly startled, a hint of deep confusion glided across his eyes.

Originally, she could have dodged that sword, but she didn’t.

Before he could contemplate, a domineering and fierce palm wind roared straight towards his head, hiding overwhelming killing intent and monstrous rage!

Nangong Mo forced Ye Wushang back several steps with an aerial palm, then he wrapped an arm around the girl’s slender waist and brought her to the wall by the roadside.

With his fingers fluttering, he swiftly sealed several blood-stopping acupoints on her body.

"Lin Wanyue, how do you feel?"

The man’s voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint of urgency, more of suppressed heartache and anger.

"I... Ah! What are you doing..."

Nangong Mo couldn’t care much, directly reached into her collar and took out several small porcelain bottles containing medicine, urgently asking, "Which one is for pain relief?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[Blatantly behaving like a hooligan, huh...]

Struggling to endure the pain at the wound, Yun Ran grabbed the small porcelain bottle in his hand, "I’ll do it myself, be careful, behind."

Behind was a chilling wind, Ye Wushang wielded his sword, riding the wind, his black clothes fluttering in the fierce winds as if Asura seeking souls and claiming lives.