Huangfu Linshan was the former head of the Huangfu family and the younger brother of Huangfu Yushu. On weekdays, Huangfu Xiaoyuan also called him brother according to his seniority.
This man was also one of the few masters in the Huangfu family, and he was famous for being good at using a set of stick techniques, but Huangfu Xiaoyuan knew that Huangfu Linshan was really good at swordsmanship.
For example, when she was young, Huangfu Xiaoyuan learned martial arts and was mostly taught by Huangfu Yushu himself. However, as the head of the family, interpersonal communication is indispensable. Occasionally when Huangfu Yushu was not around, it was this Linshan clan brother who taught her martial arts.
.
So she knew that although this person was famous for his stick skills, his real specialty was swordsmanship.
And this Linshan clan brother who once taught him martial arts died, killed by the sword of the disciple he once taught.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan stared at that familiar face and suddenly felt a crazy surge in her stomach. She covered her mouth, knelt on the ground and vomited heartbreakingly.
The relationship between Huangfu Xiaoyuan and Huangfu Linshan was that they were half master and apprentice, and also brothers and sisters in the clan. But to be honest, the relationship between her and Linshan's brother was not so good that it was difficult to break up.
At this moment, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was unable to contain the vulnerability that was revealed. It was more because of a curse on her bloodline. This person had the same bloodline as hers. They were of the same race, but now, the other person died.
fell under his own sword.
An indescribable nauseating taste surged in her stomach. Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hands trembled violently. The shocking pool of blood on the ground brought her to the edge of collapse.
She was not as strong as she thought. She said she wanted to be a villain, and reminded herself of her hatred for that person more than once. In fact, she felt the guilt of killing her own bloodline with her own hands, this pain, this kind of pain.
It was heavy, completely beyond her imagination.
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A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and thunder roared. Huangfu Xiaoyuan raised her dull eyes, and huge raindrops poured down. She waited for a long time, but not a drop of rain fell on her.
With a faint sigh, Huangfu Xiaoyuan's body was covered by a shadow. At that moment, there was a slight light in her eyes.
Lu Hanjiang stood next to Huangfu Xiaoyuan holding a paper umbrella. The light umbrella was beaten by the heavy rain, like a small boat that might capsize at any time in the stormy sea.
"This person...oh, no wonder he looks familiar, Huangfu, Linshan? I remember correctly, that's the name, right?"
Lu Hanjiang bent down slightly and looked at the dead Huangfu Linshan. He remembered clearly that Huangfu Linshan was one of the apparent masters of the Huangfu family, but he disappeared without a trace after he went to Jiangnan for the first time.
Later, even in the "critical moment" when demons besieged Huangfu's family, this person never appeared at all. Lu Hanjiang once thought that this person was hidden by the Crown Princess, but now it seems that this is indeed the case.
It's just that he didn't expect that this card, the Princess, would go directly to the Sword Making Villa. But thinking about it, for people like them, trust is really a luxury. If you can't hold any secret in person,
, how can you feel at ease?
This person pretended to be a disciple "Anan" and sneaked into the Sword Making Villa, probably to steal the secret of Xingxuan Sword. In this way, it can be explained why those demons would go to great lengths to save an ordinary disciple.
According to the information he had, this person probably assumed his name after the real Anan caused trouble when the Xingxuan Sword was taken away by him, and he has been staying at Zhujian Villa ever since.
If Anan, an ordinary disciple, died, Lu Hanjiang wouldn't think anything of it, but if Huangfu Linshan, who was pretending to be Anan, died...well, it would be a pity.
"Tsk, that's too cruel. I thought you could chop off one or two of his arms at most and still be able to survive and come up with some words... Well, could this be God's will?"
Lu Hanjiang's tone was a little regretful, and he looked down at Huangfu Xiaoyuan, who was stunned and unresponsive. His expression was a little incomprehensible. He knelt down and looked into those eyes that had been absent for a long time. He asked: "Are you going to give up?
?”
Huangfu Xiaoyuan trembled and opened her lips lightly: "No..."
"That's not possible at all. You can't continue in your current situation."
Lu Hanjiang stretched out his hand, straightened Huangfu Xiaoyuan's messy bangs, and said warmly: "I can understand your feelings, but it is really hard to accept. It doesn't make sense to continue to force you to kill people of your own race. You can still
Killing people, of course, I mean, 'one of our own'."
As he spoke, he pointed at Huangfu Linshan's body on the ground. Huangfu Xiaoyuan said without thinking: "Of course..."
Unfortunately, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the disgusting bitter taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue. The meaning she wanted to express could not be transformed into actual words. She could not say it. At this moment, Huangfu Xiaoyuan understood that she was pretending to be strong.
"That's true."
Lu Hanjiang didn't look surprised. He said calmly: "To be honest, I actually expected it from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to reach such an extent. Forget it."
He stood up slowly and looked through the deep rain curtain, seeming to be able to see what was behind it.
"Speaking of which, I think I haven't told you how I plan to deal with your sister in the end."
Lu Hanjiang's fingers gently ran through Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hair. Suddenly, his tone gradually drifted away: "To put it simply, the final plan needs to be completed by you and Shangluo. That girl is the necessary insurance."
, and you are the trump card I chose to give that person a fatal blow."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan gently grasped the corner of Lu Hanjiang's clothes with her hands, but said nothing.
Lu Hanjiang's tone was calm, and he continued: "Therefore, my expectations for the two of you are different. That girl Shangluo just needs to at least maintain her original appearance, and you, Xiaoyuan, as the only trump card,
Can you do it? To that person, your beloved sister."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I... didn't..." Huangfu Xiaoyuan seemed to want to argue something, but her words were blocked by the sound of rain, which made her look so
weak.
"What's the point of objecting now? Xiaoyuan, I can conclude that your feelings for your sister are undoubtedly 'love'."
Lu Hanjiang's tone suddenly became high-spirited, as if he was singing a great poem: "You and your brother, both have 'love' for that person, and the other died out of helplessness, pure love."
, one is a twisted love transformed by hatred, but no matter what, the essence is the same, it is all 'love'."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's body trembled even more violently. Lu Hanjiang blinked at her. At this moment, his voice was softer than ever before: "By the way, if the plan goes well, your sister's chance of survival is zero. Even so,
, do you still have the courage to take action?"
Lu Hanjiang caught a raindrop with his fingers, placed it at the corner of Huangfu Xiaoyuan's eye, and let the raindrop slide down his cheek.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan raised her head. She couldn't tell whether the moisture at the corners of her eyes was tears or rain. She expressed her inner wish in a pleading tone——
"I don't know, but please tell me what I should do now..."
"Of course you have to make your own decision about that kind of thing, 'love' - well, this is a vague concept, but at least it is certain that feelings based on demand are just false phantoms, so
——Stay or leave, it’s your choice.”
The familiar feeling seemed to be gradually fading away. Huangfu Xiaoyuan seemed to be farther away from him even though she was right in front of him, and a strange panic filled her heart.
"I...want to stay."
The hand holding the corner of his clothes became harder and harder. Huangfu Xiaoyuan's helpless eyes seemed to be seeking confirmation, and his humble tone sounded like she was crying.
"Now I have no other place to stay." This is what she said.
"...Well, I'm very happy that you can stay, sincerely."
Lu Hanjiang took out a jelly bean from his arms and put it to Huangfu Xiaoyuan's lips. The latter obeyed and drank it. He only heard him say: "Now that you have decided, let's have a good sleep."
The effect of the medicine took effect quickly, or maybe Huangfu Xiaoyuan was mentally exhausted to the extreme. She fell on Lu Hanjiang's shoulder, the jelly beans in her mouth melted, and the sweet taste began to spread in her mouth.
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the two people under the rain curtain leaned against each other gently under the paper umbrella. The cold wind mixed with the rain was freezing to the bone, but the sweetness in their mouths was like a weak light, carefully guarding this place.
A touch of warmth.
Gradually, Huangfu Xiaoyuan felt that the pain and entanglements in her heart began to melt away. This small light surpassed the "hatred" for her sister and took up almost all the positions in her heart again.
If "love" is an emotion from the heart, with a sweet taste and a sparkling appearance, then this entanglement that cannot be expressed in words is undoubtedly what she is hiding deep in her heart at this moment.
Love.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan opened her hazy eyes and remembered this person's appearance again.
Before the consciousness fell into a peaceful sleep, the oaths in the storybook began to ring in my heart, no matter health or pain, no matter joy or sorrow, until death separates us——
I will swear to protect this "love" forever.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's breath returned to peace, and a streak of thunder across the sky exploded under the clouds. The world under the rain curtain became ambiguous at this moment, and the boundaries between light and shadow were blurred at this moment.
Under the lightning, half of Lu Hanjiang's expression was like that of a saint who came to this world, lovingly and tenderly watching everything in this world, while the other half, submerged in the darkness under the paper umbrella, was still as untouchable as an abyss.