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"You said you and your master were being hunted and ended up here. What kind of crimes have you committed?" Huxin spoke coldly, adjusting her body into a comfortable position. The masked man in black, holding a long sword, couldn't help but shudder slightly at her words, but when he saw the girl sitting upright, her gaze was icy and her expression calm.
If this scene were to occur with ordinary young ladies from noble families, they would likely have fainted by now. Yet here was such a composed demeanor.
"Miss Huxin has misunderstood. I am innocent along with my master; it’s better for you not to know the details," the man in black continued to use Mind Transmission. Huxin couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"From your tone, it seems you are not from the Vast Continent. Since you are being hunted to the point of desperation, the only outsiders recently in the Vast Continent are the National Master returning from the Western Regions. Are you from the Western Regions?"
As Huxin's words fell, the masked man's body visibly stiffened, a chilling murderous intent surged from the hilt of his sword straight toward its tip, as if it could pierce Huxin's neck through the air.
"It's better for you to know as little as possible," the man in black suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a magnetic accent typical of foreign lands. No wonder he had refrained from speaking; his accent was too distinctive. It was clear he came from the Western Regions.
"Then you'd best stay as far away from my courtyard as possible!" Huxin refused to back down. She, Xia Huxin, had experienced all sorts of storms in modern times; she was not easily frightened.
"Sui Feng, I've brought the young master out through the secret passage; aren't you going to open the door?" A sudden voice rang out, also thick with a Western accent. The man called Sui Feng, the Black-Clad Masked Man, quickly moved to the wall and twisted a partition on a bookshelf. In the next moment, the brown partition slowly opened along with the bookshelf, revealing a hidden door behind it.
As the hidden door opened, two figures—one black and one white—emerged from behind it.
However, the figure in white was being carried on the back of the man in black.
"Suiyu, how is the young master?" The Black-Clad Masked Man no longer paid attention to Huxin and carefully supported the White-Clad Man on another black-clad person's back. Together they lifted him onto the bed.
"That's my bed! Who allowed you to use it for him?" Huxin exclaimed as she saw that the white-clad man's chest was stained red with blood, resembling a blood-colored lotus blooming on his garment. The white clothing was of fine quality; even though it was stained with blood, it did not appear disheveled but instead exuded a tragic and resolute feeling.
"The young master has slept in Miss Huxin's bed, so naturally, I will take on the responsibilities that come with it. Miss Huxin's bed is warm and fragrant, perfect for my current recovery. The saying 'a daughter’s fragrance, a daughter’s charm' fits Miss Huxin perfectly. Miss Huxin, feel free to name your price; this young master will not hesitate to pay."
The sickly young man lying on the bed suddenly spoke, his voice soft and magnetic, contrasting sharply with the powerful tone of Vast Continent, yet possessing a unique exotic charm.
Huxin couldn't help but glance at the severely injured White-Clad Man lying on the bed.
In a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Huxin's heart was suddenly stirred. An indescribable feeling spread within her.
If Liu Yuren's steady demeanor concealed careful calculations and dangers, then this White-Clad Man, who lay on the bed with only half a life left, appeared fragile and weak. His eyes were pure and innocent like clear spring water, yet his features exuded an indescribable aura of gloom. One could not judge this man's true nature by his appearance; for at first glance, his features seemed to reveal the most innocent and harmless gaze, accompanied by the purest smile. But in the next moment, a chilling cruelty flowed slowly from his brows and eyes.
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