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"God! Yu, you... you're hurt!?"
Seeing the blood on his hands, Le Yao Yao gasped, her heart aching as she exclaimed.
She quickly looked down.
Because Leng Junyu was wearing black, she hadn't noticed before, but now, up close, Le Yao Yao realized that he had already been stabbed in the abdomen.
Warm blood was gushing from his wound, dark and alarming.
The sight was so shocking that it made Le Yao Yao's heart ache and shatter.
Tears as big as beans quickly filled her eyes, swirling around before transforming into a stream of crystal-clear droplets that fell from her gaze.
"Yu, it's all my fault. If it weren't for coming to save me, you wouldn't have been hurt. It's all my fault. Oh my God, when you fell earlier, you were still worried about me. I pressed on your wound, didn't I? Does it hurt? I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
With every word Le Yao Yao spoke, a tear slipped down her cheek.
The crystalline tears only made her look even more exquisite.
It pained Leng Junyu to see her like this.
Slowly reaching out his hand, he gently caressed Le Yao Yao's delicate face. Despite losing too much blood, his handsome face slowly formed a charming smile. He parted his red lips and hoarsely said,
"Silly girl, it's not your fault. Don't cry; if you keep crying, your face will look terrible."
"Yu..."
Seeing Leng Junyu comforting her despite his injury moved Le Yao Yao deeply, and she cried even harder.
However, at that moment, a sudden 'thud' echoed from not far behind her, as if something heavy had fallen.
Le Yao Yao turned her gaze toward the source of the sound.
There lay Simu Han, who had just been standing there, now sprawled on the ground.
His face was turned toward her, his eyes fixed intently on her.
In those beautiful Phoenix Eyes, there was a mix of sorrow, infatuation, and resentment—an array of complex emotions that made Le Yao Yao's heart feel heavy.
Just then, a low voice reached her ears.
"I took a sword from him, but he won't fare much better!"
"Uh..."
Hearing the disdain in Leng Junyu's tone, Le Yao Yao merely pressed her Red Lips together tightly.
At that moment, two figures rushed into the grove. Le Yao Yao turned to look and saw Mei and Xing hurrying toward them.
"Your Highness, are you alright?!"
"Your Highness, are you hurt?!"
Mei and Xing asked anxiously. When they saw Le Yao Yao's bloodied hands and Leng Junyu's abdominal wound, their brows furrowed in concern.
Finally, Mei reacted first. She quickly pressed on a pressure point to stop Leng Junyu's bleeding. Then she glanced at the still-living Simu Han not far away and drew her sword, declaring,
"Your Highness, I will kill him right now!"
"Yes, kill this Evil One Sect Leader and rid the world of his harm!"
Beside her, Xing spoke up, his gaze towards Simu Han filled with hatred.
After all, the Evil One Sect had committed countless atrocities, and everyone in the world wanted to see him punished. Moreover, Simu Han was injured; now was the perfect time to strike.
Everyone understood this. The Evil One Sect Leader had done so much evil and was highly skilled in martial arts. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that no one wanted to miss.
However, as Mei approached Simu Han step by step with her sharp sword in hand, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, especially when she saw Simu Han lying motionless on the ground. His beautiful Phoenix Eyes were fixed on her, as if he regarded everyone else as mere air.
She didn't care that Mei was advancing toward him with a sword.
"No..."
Le Yao Yao gasped softly.
Although she knew this man had done terrible things, she couldn't just stand by and watch him die before her eyes.
Recalling their interactions over the past two days and his childlike smile, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of compassion wash over her.
Meanwhile, Mei had already raised her sword high, completely ignoring Le Yao Yao's words.
The sharp blade was about to come down on Simu Han.
Le Yao Yao couldn't help but close her eyes, unable to bear to watch.
However, at the last moment, instead of the scream she expected to hear, there was a 'clang,' like the sound of cold weapons clashing.
Startled by the noise, Le Yao Yao immediately opened her eyes and looked toward the source of the sound with confusion.
Suddenly, it was unclear when, but within the forest of Meilin, two figures appeared.
These two were none other than Crimson Robe and Azure Wind!
Azure Wind was wielding a large blade, entangled in a fierce battle with a seductive opponent, while Crimson Robe rushed to Simu Han's side, helping him up. Her stunning face had turned pale due to Simu Han's injuries, and her dark eyebrows were tightly knitted together, revealing her deep concern for him.
"Master, are you alright? Master, please don't scare me."
Despite Crimson Robe's frantic calls, Simu Han seemed oblivious to her distress. His beautiful Phoenix Eyes remained fixed on Le Yao Yao without a hint of distraction.
The melancholy etched on his brow and the sorrow in his gaze made him appear like a wounded little beast, stirring a pang of sympathy in Le Yao Yao's heart.
Perhaps sensing something unusual about Simu Han, Crimson Robe followed his gaze. When her eyes landed on Le Yao Yao, they were filled with immense hatred.
That hatred was like a venomous snake gnawing at her bones, constantly flicking its tongue in a terrifying manner.
Le Yao Yao was not unaware of Crimson Robe's animosity towards her; after all, Crimson Robe loved Simu Han. It was understandable that she would harbor resentment upon seeing him in such a state.
However, the viciousness in Crimson Robe's gaze still made Le Yao Yao feel uneasy.
At that moment, unable to contain her hatred any longer, Crimson Robe brandished her sword and charged towards Le Yao Yao with lightning speed.
"You shameless woman! I will kill you!"
"Stop!"
Seeing Crimson Robe's actions startled Le Yao Yao.
Before she could react further, the nearby Xing let out a cold laugh at Crimson Robe and disdainfully said.
“Red Poison Woman! If you want to harm our princess, you'll have to get past me first!”
As soon as the words were spoken, Xing moved like a sword, gracefully and swiftly entangling with Crimson Robe.
Crimson Robe had an unusual fighting style and struck fiercely, but Xing's skills were also remarkable. After all, she was one of the most capable subordinates of the Living Yama, and she held her ground against Crimson Robe without losing an inch!
In an instant, they exchanged dozens of blows, creating a whirlwind of combat.
Meanwhile, Le Yao Yao's attention was entirely focused on Leng Junyu.
Although the bleeding had stopped moments ago, Le Yao Yao still caught a glimpse of the deep wound, which was so severe that it seemed she could almost see his insides. It was terrifying.
It was clear that Simu Han's earlier strike had aimed to kill Leng Junyu.
Though Leng Junyu had narrowly avoided a fatal blow, he was gravely injured and unable to move much.
Previously, Le Yao Yao had no understanding of what it meant for masters to duel; now she finally grasped that in such encounters, speed and precision were paramount—one strike could mean life or death!
Both Leng Junyu and Simu Han were masters among masters, their skills far surpassing those of ordinary people.
Seeing Leng Junyu in pain shattered Le Yao Yao's heart.
Although there was no expression of agony on his face, from his slightly pale and weak appearance, Le Yao Yao knew he was in immense pain but was enduring it silently.
After all, who wouldn’t feel pain after being struck by a blade so deeply?
Thinking of this made Le Yao Yao's heart clench painfully!
Tears streamed down her face like a broken dam, falling drop by drop onto Leng Junyu.
"Don't cry, I'm fine."
"Woo, you say you're fine, but you're hurt so badly. It's all my fault. You shouldn't have come up here; otherwise, you wouldn't be injured..."
Seeing Leng Junyu's serious injuries, Le Yao Yao felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Her tears flowed even more fiercely.
As she cried with such a delicate and sorrowful expression, Leng Junyu felt both pity and heartache for her.
"You fool, if I hadn't come, I would regret it for the rest of my life!"
His voice was hoarse and deep, and even with such severe injuries, it still had a captivating charm.
It was like a bottle of aged wine just uncorked, intoxicating to the heart!
Upon hearing this, a wave of emotion surged within Le Yao Yao. She looked at Leng Junyu with tear-filled eyes, unable to hide her feelings of gratitude and love.
This man truly loved her!
He loved her more than his own life!
How could she, Le Yao Yao, be so fortunate to be loved by such a wonderful man? She must have accumulated great virtue in her past life!
As Le Yao Yao felt moved in her heart, she wanted to meet Leng Junyu's gaze. Their eyes locked in a moment filled with affection; it was a scene so beautiful and touching!
It resembled a stunning painting that left one in awe!
However, this breathtaking moment was painfully glaring to someone watching.
As Simu Han observed the intimate exchange between them, he felt a surge of bitterness rising in his throat.
The heart felt as if it had been violently torn in two.
Thus, Simu Han gently parted his red lips and softly called out, "Xiner..."
His call was filled with fragility and sorrow, reminiscent of Meng Jiangnu searching for her husband across a thousand miles, so poignant that it moved anyone who heard it.
However, upon hearing Simu Han's words, Le Yao Yao slightly turned her gaze. Meeting Simu Han's beautiful Phoenix Eyes, filled with expectation and lament, her red lips pursed involuntarily. She then resolutely said, "Simu Han, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am not your Xiner; I am Le Yao Yao. The one I love is him, not you! Wake up!"
"No, Xiner, I haven't mistaken you! You are Xiner, the woman I love the most. Xiner, did I do something wrong? Please forgive me and come back to my side! I will love you well! Please come back!"
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