flstandardbreds Chapter 142 Born in the morning, died in the evening
Chapter 142 Born in the morning, died in the evening
Kill Yingxue, take the flower petals, and spare Han Che's life.
After all, Han Che's abilities are still useful to them.
Gongshu Liang told Shu Yu to hold them off for a while, then he went around to the back.
Yingxue was completely unprepared, or perhaps she deliberately chose not to be on guard.
This is her fate. What's the use of forcing her to stay alive for a few more decades?
Gongshu Liang went straight to her and grabbed her neck with one hand.
Zhongli Yuelu cursed inwardly, "How could he be such a wicked person! He had the heart to strangle such a beautiful woman!"
When Gong Shuliang pinched her, it felt like he was pinching a soft ball of cotton.
Seeing that she showed no fear whatsoever, he felt no pity whatsoever either.
Upon seeing this, Han Che's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his brows furrowed, and he turned towards Gongshu Liang again.
But they dared not unleash any large-scale destructive skills, for fear of hurting Yingxue.
He clenched his fists: "You'd better let her go!"
Gong Shuliang felt that her neck was so thin that it seemed it would break if he exerted any force, but she was also resigned to her fate.
"Han Che, take out the Demon Petals."
Zhongli Yueluo frowned in confusion. What kind of internal conflict was this? Why were they starting to fight over the Demon Petals?
She looked at Yingxue again, who seemed about to breathe her last: "Ruoyu."
"The princess wanted to save Yingxue, but she actually didn't have long to live."
"At least I'm still alive, and if I'm alive, I can't have any regrets."
Perhaps her blood can prolong life, even by several decades.
Yan Ruoyu sighed softly. Sure enough, her heart wasn't hard enough.
The best outcome is for them to wait here, let them fight like the snipe and the clam, and let the fisherman reap the benefits.
But since she insisted on getting involved, we had no choice but to take action.
The Xuan Gu Fan folded back and shot towards Gongshu Liang's back.
Gongshu Liang felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind and moved Yingxue to the side.
A sinister glint appeared in his eyes: "You'd better not make any rash moves. Believe me, I'll cut her neck off in the next second!"
Han Che's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled: "Yingxue, why is this happening to you? Why won't you be with me?"
"Ache, I've stayed long enough. I've already turned you into this. Just let me go."
It turns out that her lifespan should have ended long ago, and Han Che had been nourishing her with his magic power.
This slows down the growth of her veins, freezing her at this age.
If she sees the sunlight again, she will vanish into thin air.
"Snow Demon, you've gone to such lengths for a mere nymph. The two young masters spared your life out of consideration for your deep affection. Don't remain so stubborn!"
"Why? Why are you taking her life? She can still live!"
He roared wildly, and in an instant, wind and snow filled the air.
Two hot tears streamed down Yingxue's face. She knew that with her current condition, she could no longer stay with him.
He unleashed his full magical power, and in an instant, a layer of white frost formed on Zhongli Yueluo's eyelashes.
Almost no one present could withstand the chill; even Gongshu Liang's hand, which was gripping Yingxue's neck, was trembling.
"Get out!" The wind and snow swept over Shu Yu and Gong Shuliang, attempting to drive them out.
Gongshu Liang conjured a blade in his hand and plunged it into Yingxue's chest.
Han Che was unaware that Gongshu Liang had let go of Shu Yu and they were blown away by the wind and snow.
When the wind and snow stopped, a high barrier of ice and snow rose up outside, and the environment where they were was covered in white snow.
Gongshu Liang and Shu Yu were badly injured by the wind and snow; their faces were frozen blue and purple, and they had lost feeling in their hands and feet.
However, Gongshu Liang still smiled grimly: "She won't survive."
"Young Master Gongshu is indeed a reliable ally chosen by Young Masters Zisang and Zisang."
Gongshu Liang smiled grimly. These were things he shouldn't have been doing, but his men were still at the border of the Heartless River in the Western Demon Mountain and hadn't arrived yet.
To achieve great things, one must be able to bend and stretch. Zisang thought she was using him, but everything was just part of his calculations.
Han Che gradually calmed down, but snowflakes were still floating around him.
Only then did he frantically look around, searching for Yingxue's whereabouts.
Yingxue stood on tiptoe on the frozen ice, and the wound that Gongshuliang had stabbed her with was now slowly emitting a golden light, with one or two orbs of light flying in the air.
Her waving sleeves created a poignant and broken beauty.
She longed to see the sunlight again, but she couldn't bear to part with him.
He shortened his lifespan and damaged his magic for her sake, but in the end, he still couldn't keep her.
With flowing sleeves, the broken wings slowly scattered into specks of light, falling on the snow like thousands of fireflies dancing.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, yet heartbreakingly painful.
Yingxue turned to Han Che and smiled, "Can you play another tune? Don't you love watching me dance?"
"Don't move, Yingxue!" Han Che's hands trembled, but he didn't dare to get closer.
I was afraid that if I touched her, she would crumble into dust.
"Yingxue... what a fitting name! The snow is so beautiful."
She gently waved her long sleeves, which unfurled like clouds, her eyes sparkling.
"No, Yingxue!" Han Che knelt on the ground, his heart aching.
Zhongli Yueluo pursed her lips. At this moment, she and Yan Ruoyu couldn't very well be so tactless as to take the flower petals.
He shakily reached out his hand, and the Blood Flute appeared in his palm.
If she hadn't suffered this fatal injury, perhaps she could have been kept alive for several more decades, but this time, she probably couldn't save her.
The only thing she could give her was a piece of music, the sound of a flute, melodious and poignant, sorrowful yet magnificent.
Yingxue, however, showed no sadness whatsoever, and in the end, she even revealed a stunning smile.
“Miss Yueluo, if I had met you sooner, we would definitely be friends. It would be wonderful if you played the flute and I danced.”
"Ache, get up." She walked up to him, her skirt already mostly gone.
His hand trembled as he touched her fingertips; they were devoid of warmth.
Yes, she has long lost her warmth. Ever since she was frozen here, she has lost her temperature.
"Yingxue, please don't go, please..."
“The ephemeral woman has a lifespan of no more than a hundred years, born in the morning and dying in the evening.”
"At least I know you, A-Che. Take me to see the sun, okay?" She tilted her head and slowly stroked his face.
Han Che's tears were scalding hot, but she couldn't feel them; however, her heart ached as if it were being pierced by needles.
Tears streamed down her face, and her lips twitched; she didn't want to cry.
He nodded, but his hands were icy cold as he grabbed Yingxue's hand.
His love for her had bordered on madness; he wouldn't let her die!
A chill instantly spread throughout her body, freezing the dissipating light.
Zhongli Yueluo couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop!"
"What do you outsiders know? It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
He originally had no hostility towards them, but now he's enraged.
White robes fluttered as the wind and snow swept Yan Ruoyu and Zhongli Yueluo into an ice cave!
The two were initially relaxed and unprepared, and thus sank straight to the bottom of the pavilion in the middle of the lake.