novelraw Chapter 716 224: The Capital's Three Top Experts Besiege Shi Feiyang, Beaten Until They Doubt Their Lives
Chapter 716 224: The Capital's Three Top Experts Besiege Shi Feiyang, Beaten Until They Doubt Their Lives
The two took turns patrolling, their steps light and steady, slowly pacing around the tent.
With every step she took, Lu Hongye carried an invisible aura.
She was not only a heroine among women but also one of the rare wise ones in the whole Martial Arts world, understanding that mending relationships brings mutual glory. If ties were severed, it would only result in mutual harm, just like with the other Madam Shi.
She knew that allowing Yang Xue'Er to attain happiness would make her respect her even more in the future.
Otherwise, she would be locked in an endless struggle for favor against Yang Xue'Er, whose Qingfeng Pavilion behind her was a force so powerful even Shi Feiyang had to admire. Therefore, in the cold wind, Lu Hongye wisely and quietly safeguarded the warmth of Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'Er.
Shi Xiong followed closely, imitating her steps, looking focused. When Lu Hongye stopped and listened carefully to the surroundings, Shi Xiong mimicked her, holding his breath to catch any potential threats.
The cold wind blew harder, biting at their faces like a knife.
Lu Hongye tightened the clothes on her body, her gaze firmly fixed on the distance. Shi Xiong shivered slightly but quickly gripped the iron sword in his hand, cheering himself up. He sneaked a glance at Lu Hongye, seeing her usual expression, feeling admiration, and gaining a bit more courage.
In this long and cold night, Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong held their post, guarding the tranquility for Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'Er inside the tent.
Their silhouettes appeared somewhat lonely under the moonlight, yet revealed a moving resilience and persistence, like two towering peaks, defying any possible threats from the outside world.
The next morning, the dawn's light gently spread like a light veil over the camp on the outskirts.
Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'Er walked out of the tent hand in hand.
After a night of warmth, Yang Xue'Er appeared even more radiant, like a peony blossoming in spring, exuding enchanting charm.
She wore a pink gauze gown, ethereal as a floating cloud.
The hem was embroidered with delicate golden patterns, shimmering in the morning light like countless tiny stars adorning it.
The collar, outlined with fine threads into exquisite petal patterns, perfectly complemented her snow-white skin.
A jade-green sash was tied around her waist, lightly draping down, highlighting her slender waist, as if a gentle breeze could effortlessly lift her.
Yang Xue'Er's eyes were like a clear spring, bright and clear, revealing endless tenderness and sweetness.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, each blink revealing her inner joy.
Her face was rosy, like a ripe apple, exuding a healthy and captivating glow, the color of happiness.
A cascade of shiny black hair fell like a waterfall, with a few strands casually lying on her cheeks, adding a touch of allure.
Her long hair shone with luster under the sunlight, as if draped with a mysterious veil.
Her figure was tall and graceful, and every step she took carried an inherent elegance.
Her every movement seemed so composed, silently expressing her confidence and ease.
When Yang Xue'Er saw Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong with faces turned purple from the cold, curled up outside the tent, a flash of pain crossed her beautiful eyes.
Her heart ached fiercely, a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes. Without hesitation, she walked quickly forward, gently embracing Lu Hongye.
Lu Hongye's body shivered slightly in her arms, and Yang Xue'Er's gaze became softer. She carefully carried Lu Hongye into the tent, as if cherishing a precious treasure. Her movements were gentle and intricate, afraid of hurting the cherished one in her arms.
Yang Xue'Er gently placed Lu Hongye on the bed, then skillfully took a small amount of flammable ice from the side, lighting it with the Fire Stick left by Shi Feiyang. The faintly blue flame quickly flared up, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold tent.
Yang Xue'Er then picked up a blanket from the side, carefully covering Lu Hongye, tucking the edges tightly to prevent any chill from seeping in. Her movements were gentle and meticulous, with every motion expressing deep concern.
Her eyes were filled with warmth and care, using her warmth to dispel the cold in Lu Hongye's heart.
At the same time, Shi Feiyang quickly walked to Shi Xiong's side, squatted down, and gently picked him up.
Shi Xiong's body trembled slightly in Shi Feiyang's arms, and Shi Feiyang's eyes were full of worry.
He carefully carried Shi Xiong into the tent, as if cradling a fragile porcelain.
His movements were gentle and cautious, fearfully hesitating to hurt Shi Xiong in his arms.
Shi Feiyang's eyes were full of determination and resolve, using his strength to erect a warm sky for Shi Xiong.
Shi Xiong's small face was flushed with cold, his lips turned purple, and Shi Feiyang's heart was filled with pity.
He swiftly carried Shi Xiong into the tent, likewise lighting the flammable ice, allowing the warmth to gradually spread.
Afterwards, he also covered Shi Xiong with a blanket, watching as Shi Xiong gradually recovered, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Once finished, Shi Feiyang stepped out of the tent, once again holding Yang Xue'Er's hand. The two exchanged smiles and returned to their own tent.
Shi Feiyang began to prepare a fire to cook, with Yang Xue'Er assisting beside him, their cooperation seamless. Occasionally their gazes met, feeling the deep affection in each other's eyes. In this warm atmosphere, a new day quietly unfolded.