The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Author: Purple Snow Condensed Smoke
Chapter 1533: Canât Die (3)
Xiaohei, hovering above, saw everything clearly too. How could he miss out on the action? He promptly dived down as well.
For a moment, Hei Shuâs men were utterly dumbfounded. Wasnât it just Qi Jingyi who was chasing after them? How had they managed to provoke these animals?
Qi Jingyi, however, was beside himself with joy, and switched his treasure sword for a fan: "Oh dear, I, Daxuan, am truly the peopleâs choice. Just look, even the forest supremos and the sovereigns of the sky are on our side. You Yuan people always claim to be from the Wolf Clan, right? Then show us your skills in driving away wolves if you have any!"
"Oh, canât do it? This is what you get for being wicked..."
"Let me tell you, Hei Shu, the disasters befalling your Yuan people this year are retribution for not doing good deeds..."
Yang Ruxin couldnât help but roll her eyes. She had previously noticed that this Prince was quite humorous, but now realized he was also incessantly noisy, with the potential to be a Tang Seng. If he kept on practicing, she reckoned he could make the enemy surrender with his words alone before a battle even commenced...
Hei Shuâs martial arts skills were indeed lofty; he evaded Xiaobaiâs attacks several times. But his subordinates werenât so lucky. After several rounds, only he and Ramon were left.
The rest were either killed by the bite of the White Wolf or snatched up by a dark shadow from the sky and dropped dead, while some seemed to suddenly succumb to poison and collapse.
Beforehand, they didnât know what was happening, but when they saw a green flicker on the White Wolf, they realized it was a green snake.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Hei Shu knew that he was still standing because the other party didnât want him dead, otherwise... he couldnât help but give a bitter smile as he glanced at Ramon, who was lacerated and torn.
"My lord." Ramon struggled to stay upright, using his sword to prop himself up. Seeing Hei Shuâs expression, he too gave a bitter smile. "Your servant will depart first. In the next life... we will serve and master again." With that, he lifted his treasure sword and slashed towards his own neck.
However, a gleam of cold light flashed by, and the treasure sword was knocked away by a stone.
With a frown, Ramon looked over and saw that two more people had joined Qi Jingyi. He recognized the man playing with two pebbles; it was Gu Qingheng. And the woman beside him...
Hei Shu also saw Yang Ruxin, and his huge eyes narrowed momentarily: "Are you Yang Ruxin?"
"You recognize me?" Yang Ruxin smiled. "Since you know me, you should be aware that I am the legitimate disciple of Dao Xuzi of Yunmen Mountain. Anyone I donât wish to die cannot die no matter what."
"You..." A glint of resentment flickered in Hei Shuâs eyes.
"Will you surrender, or shall we make our move?" Yang Ruxin arched her eyebrows slightly.
"I wish to die; who can stop me?" Hei Shu snorted coldly, then suddenly twisted the direction of the steel claws in his hand and plunged them towards his own neck.
The distance was short; there was no time to intervene.
But while people couldnât react in time, it didnât mean Xiaolun couldnât.
With a flash of green light, Hei Shuâs hand went numb, and the steel claws fell to the ground.
"Let me remind you," Yang Ruxin kindly spoke, "Xiaolunâs poison is rare in this world, and no one but me can cure it. But since I donât wish for you to die, his poison wonât kill you. Youâll just have to suffer."
Hei Shu didnât believe it and raised the steel claws on his other hand. But before he could exert any effort, once again, a flash of green light, and the steel claws dropped to the ground.
For a moment, Hei Shuâs men were utterly dumbfounded. Wasnât it just Qi Jingyi who was chasing after them? How had they managed to provoke these animals?
Qi Jingyi, however, was beside himself with joy, and switched his treasure sword for a fan: "Oh dear, I, Daxuan, am truly the peopleâs choice. Just look, even the forest supremos and the sovereigns of the sky are on our side. You Yuan people always claim to be from the Wolf Clan, right? Then show us your skills in driving away wolves if you have any!"
"Oh, canât do it? This is what you get for being wicked..."
"Let me tell you, Hei Shu, the disasters befalling your Yuan people this year are retribution for not doing good deeds..."
Yang Ruxin couldnât help but roll her eyes. She had previously noticed that this Prince was quite humorous, but now realized he was also incessantly noisy, with the potential to be a Tang Seng. If he kept on practicing, she reckoned he could make the enemy surrender with his words alone before a battle even commenced...
Hei Shuâs martial arts skills were indeed lofty; he evaded Xiaobaiâs attacks several times. But his subordinates werenât so lucky. After several rounds, only he and Ramon were left.
The rest were either killed by the bite of the White Wolf or snatched up by a dark shadow from the sky and dropped dead, while some seemed to suddenly succumb to poison and collapse.
Beforehand, they didnât know what was happening, but when they saw a green flicker on the White Wolf, they realized it was a green snake.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Hei Shu knew that he was still standing because the other party didnât want him dead, otherwise... he couldnât help but give a bitter smile as he glanced at Ramon, who was lacerated and torn.
"My lord." Ramon struggled to stay upright, using his sword to prop himself up. Seeing Hei Shuâs expression, he too gave a bitter smile. "Your servant will depart first. In the next life... we will serve and master again." With that, he lifted his treasure sword and slashed towards his own neck.
However, a gleam of cold light flashed by, and the treasure sword was knocked away by a stone.
With a frown, Ramon looked over and saw that two more people had joined Qi Jingyi. He recognized the man playing with two pebbles; it was Gu Qingheng. And the woman beside him...
Hei Shu also saw Yang Ruxin, and his huge eyes narrowed momentarily: "Are you Yang Ruxin?"
"You recognize me?" Yang Ruxin smiled. "Since you know me, you should be aware that I am the legitimate disciple of Dao Xuzi of Yunmen Mountain. Anyone I donât wish to die cannot die no matter what."
"You..." A glint of resentment flickered in Hei Shuâs eyes.
"Will you surrender, or shall we make our move?" Yang Ruxin arched her eyebrows slightly.
"I wish to die; who can stop me?" Hei Shu snorted coldly, then suddenly twisted the direction of the steel claws in his hand and plunged them towards his own neck.
The distance was short; there was no time to intervene.
But while people couldnât react in time, it didnât mean Xiaolun couldnât.
With a flash of green light, Hei Shuâs hand went numb, and the steel claws fell to the ground.
"Let me remind you," Yang Ruxin kindly spoke, "Xiaolunâs poison is rare in this world, and no one but me can cure it. But since I donât wish for you to die, his poison wonât kill you. Youâll just have to suffer."
Hei Shu didnât believe it and raised the steel claws on his other hand. But before he could exert any effort, once again, a flash of green light, and the steel claws dropped to the ground.