Chapter 124

Feng Yi! Li Mochou slowly rose to her feet, deliberately dragging out her voice, slightly mocking: "What do you say?"

At this moment she looked down from above, gazing at Feng Yi kneeling on one knee on the ground. This was enough to show that the balance of strength between them had reversed.

She had also mastered the teachings left by Chongyang, and using the Ancient Tomb Sect's secret acupressure method she struck Feng Yi's Qihai acupoint, knowing full well that no matter how deep his internal energy, he could not circulate his qi to break through the point in a short time, so Feng Yi's life was now in her hands.

"I have nothing to say." Feng Yi raised his head and said: "I only want to know, was everything you just did meant for this moment?" He stared at Li Mochou without blinking.

He knew he now had no strength to resist, but given his martial skill, if he had not already regarded Li Mochou as one of his own in his heart, and if her words had not confused his mind, she could not have succeeded in a sneak attack. Therefore, even if she wanted to kill him, all he could do now was to die with full understanding.

Li Mochou and Feng Yi locked eyes, a thousand words in her heart but none to speak; she exhaled and said softly: "I know you have eventually developed feelings for me, even if only pity, which I have exploited; you certainly resent it in your heart, and I know this is a despicable tactic, and I should not be pleased."

Feng Yi started, thinking to himself: "She understands everything—why is that? Yet her moods shift unpredictably, sometimes gentle and warm, sometimes gloomy and icy; what exactly does she intend to do?"

Li Mochou said, then gave Feng Yi an up-and-down glance, and coldly asked: "So do you hate me now or not?" Her gaze was icy, as if she turned her stare into two swords piercing Feng Yi's heart.

Feng Yi also stared at her without blinking, his lips moving twice, and finally lowered his head.

He also did not know what this feeling was; at this moment he was restrained, feeling annoyed in his heart, yet he felt no hatred, secretly thinking: "Is it because I feel I owe her, or have I truly fallen for her?" For a while his thoughts churned back and forth, conflicted and uneasy.

Li Mochou slowly extended her lustrous and slender palm, placing it on Feng Yi's shoulder, and said softly: "I ask you, do you hate me or not?"

Feng Yi lifted his head and glanced at her, then said in a deep voice: "I feel resentment but no hatred!"

Li Mochou laughed: "Really or not?"

Feng Yi took a deep breath and said: "My words are my thoughts; what is there to be true or false?"

Li Mochou gave a soft smile, and the palm resting on Feng Yi's shoulder suddenly turned from lustrous to dark blue-black, her palm pressing toward Feng Yi's Dazhui acupoint on the neck—this was her Crimson Silk Divine Palm; once the poison entered the point, no matter how high one's martial skill, it was a dead end.

Yet she spoke with a soft laugh: "Your life is in my hands right now; on what basis do you not hate me?"

Feng Yi replied without thinking: "Are you crazy? At this moment, whether I hate you or not, what difference does it make?"

Li Mochou suddenly burst into wild laughter, throwing her head back and laughing wildly: "What a fine 'hate or not hate'!" Her body leaned back, her long hair falling down; a night wind blew, sweeping her hair across Feng Yi's face, some strands entering his mouth.

Feng Yi hastily turned his head and spat: "Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Just then Li Mochou's laughter ceased abruptly, she drew close to his face and said coldly: "You know, back then Lu Zhanyuan showered me with sweet words, and that's why I believed him."

We swore oaths to the mountains and seas, toured scenic spots, played music together—one on flute, the other on sheng, utterly enamored.

Unexpectedly, after only two months apart, everything changed!

And you now—how are you not just like I was back then? Aren't you also betrayed by someone you truly held dear? I hated him that way; on what grounds do you not hate me, why don't you hate me?

The more she spoke, the more grief-stricken and fierce she became; her voice, originally icy, now turned into a hoarse, exhausted shout.

These events occurred twenty years ago; Li Mochou still remembers them vividly, but now she seems to have become Lu Zhanyuan, while Feng Yi has taken the role of the former Li Mochou, enacting a scene of 'the wind and moon are unfeeling, people secretly swap'.

Feng Yi caught on, gave a bitter smile and said: "If you intend this to make me empathize, to know hatred and understand your hatred, it still does not hold."

First, between you and me, as you said, I ruined your reputation, damaged your strength, saw your body, and seized your secret manual—all of which went against your wishes.

Whatever you do to me is justified.

I can only blame myself for being bewitched, for foolishly fantasizing, assuming you had feelings for me and thus letting my guard down.

Now that I have fallen into your hands, it is entirely my own fault.

If someone treated me the way I treated you, I would have already made him wish he were dead; you merely restrained me, so on what basis could I hate you?

Speaking, he straightened his expression and said: "As for matters of love between men and women, I have always believed that when love becomes the past, we should part ways, each living out the remainder of our lives in peace and contentment."

Those damnable revenge and slander, besides proving that I was blind back then, tainting the love crowned with a sacred name, and letting others laugh at me, what good are they?

Moreover, I have said before that in matters of love, Lu Zhanyuan may be immature, may have faults and sins, but at the very least he is superior to me.

Regardless of the reason, he never deceived you of your body. But if it were me, having a woman like you accompany me on outings and musical performances, I would surely have taken your body—so you want me to understand your hatred, which I truly cannot do.

Li Mochou saw that he spoke solemnly, seemingly not false, she was stunned for a moment, then let out a long, faint sigh and said softly: "Hearing you say this, was my judgment back then really not mistaken?"

Feng Yi slowly nodded: "He is actually not bad, sincere in his dealings, better than ninety-nine percent of men; he just lacks smoothness in handling male-female affairs."

If he were a bit worse, when you vomited blood from injury back then, he would have ignored you, not arranged for you to stay at an inn, and if he were even more ruthless, fearing your revenge, he could have secretly killed you.

But he did not!

He truly is a gentleman; your judgment back then was indeed sound!

Li Mochou's dark-blue palm gradually turned lustrous again, slowly sliding down Feng Yi's shoulder, and she said faintly: "Do you remember all of this?"

Feng Yi nodded: "Of course, I remember every word you said."

Yet he had not expected that just those few words had already brought him close to death; for although Li Mochou is ruthless, her feelings are utterly devoted, Lu Zhanyuan occupies her heart—she can hate him, but no one else may.

Moreover, she firmly believes that if a man suddenly changes—once very affectionate then suddenly distant, or once courteous then suddenly affectionate—it indicates ill intent.

If Feng Yi showed any different traces from before, she would certainly not let him go.

But seeing Feng Yi remain consistently the same from start to finish, without deliberately ingratiating himself because his life was in her hands, nor belittling Lu Zhanyuan.

Because Feng Yi had once told Li Mochou that Lu Zhanyuan was excellent. Back then Feng Yi was invincible under heaven, his word was law; now he is merely an ordinary person, yet he still says the same, which shows his sincerity.

Li Mochou's icy gaze suddenly flashed a hint of tenderness, yet she still spoke coldly: "You clearly know what kind of person I am, yet you can still not guard against me, and now you do not hate me—are you just too foolish?"

Feng Yi lowered his eyes and said woodenly: "Foolishness is not the right word, but I do rely on some abilities and hold myself in high regard, which is true."

I saw you fighting with the Greater and Lesser Wu Guo Fu and others, your fury blazing, yet you were unwilling to harm even a pair of eagles, and you spoke of upholding the vow not to take life wantonly; I thought you had changed, and it was because of me—I felt moved, both glad and touched; hearing your story, I gained a bit more understanding and sympathy, and became even more foolishly infatuated...

Having said that, he paused.

Li Mochou said: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Yi did not speak, merely let out a long sigh and said: "Ah, it is just now—when speaking of hating you, I truly cannot bring myself to hate you."

This is not because I am magnanimous, but because you merely restrained me; compared to what I have done to you, it is far lighter, so how could there be hatred?

Do not think I am the sort who permits only myself to treat others a certain way while forbidding others to treat me likewise!

Those who harm, insult, or kill, and those who are harmed, insulted, or killed—this is the fairest thing in the world!

Li Mochou said: "Then if I were to kill you, would you hate me or not?" In her gradually softening gaze, a smile also gradually appeared, though Feng Yi kept his head down and did not see it.

Feng Yi said: "You have restrained me; I know what I think in my heart and can speak of it openly. But if you killed me, I myself would not know what I would think, nor could I tell whether I would hate you or not."

But I feel that at my final moment before death, I will certainly feel hatred, but it will be hatred of myself for being soft-hearted toward you, which will surely outweigh any hatred of you for killing me.

Li Mochou slowly raised her blood-red sword, sweeping it slowly across Feng Yi's face, and laughed: "Then if I were to chop off your limbs and let you live, would you certainly hate me to the utmost?"

Feng Yi only felt the blade glide slowly across his cheek, his whole body shivered, thinking that the Blood Blade Old Ancestor had once been threatened like this by himself, he inwardly shouted: "Karma!"

Turning his face away, he said: "Li Mochou, I don't want to talk about hatred anymore."

If you truly resent my past actions and hate me, give me a quick death! At the very least, I haven't been only bad to you; I've also been good.

Li Mochou brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen onto her chest behind her back, and with a coquettish laugh said: "Then let me ask you again: if I say I will kill Lingbo, and we stay together, you will still take good care of me—will you agree or not?"

Feng Yi turned his head, looked deeply at Li Mochou, and smiled: "In this situation, you ask me this—do you believe what I say?"

Li Mochou slowly replied: "If you haven't said it, how would you know I don't believe? Moreover, a person without trustworthiness is unknowable. As a woman, I know to keep promises and value fidelity; you surely won't be worse than me. As long as you agree to me, I will willingly believe you and never change."

Feng Yi fell silent for a moment, knowing that the Ancient Tomb Sect bases everything on promises; otherwise, if Li Mochou had deceived her master and sworn never to leave the tomb for life, she wouldn't have failed to receive the true transmission, letting Xiao Longnv inherit the mantle.

Thus Li Mochou's thinking is also understandable.

But although he said promises depend on the person, seeing Li Mochou's fickle joy and anger, he felt these words were like digging a pit for himself—actually a test.

He secretly calculated: "If I say yes to her question, I'd be heartless and unjust; if I say no, she might kill me in a rage to eliminate future trouble."

Feng Yi felt this was not something to say lightly, so he remained silent.

Li Mochou's sharp gaze swept over: "Lingbo is beautiful and kind-hearted, truly an excellent woman—I know that. And since you have become husband and wife with her, you surely cannot bear to harm her, I understand."

However, Lingbo's life was saved by me, and I raised her. Now you have used my Ice Soul Silver Needles to kill so many people; the jianghu already assumes we have an illicit affair. With my uproar today, within half a month the whole world will know our relationship is not shallow. If you stay together, what face will I have to show before others?

Feng Yi's hands and feet turned cold, his mind in turmoil; the relationship between Hong Lingbo and Li Mochou is precisely why he has hesitated to take that step, and also why he laments that he came twenty years too late.

Li Mochou continued: "If there were no past between us, there would be no present; I could ignore your affair with her. But since you say you like me, and I don't know from when my heart has held you, I will not allow you to remain entangled with him. If you insist on your own way, hum, either you kill me, or if you don't, you also know my methods..."

Feng Yi's eyes seemed ready to spit fire, staring at Li Mochou without blinking, as if he wanted to burn her cold blood.

"Why are you so obstinate?" he could no longer hold back, shouting: "Even Xiao Longnv dares to marry her disciple, you..."

Li Mochou cut him off: "Yang Guo could die for my junior sister—you saw that yourself—but what about you?"

These words were like a basin of ice water poured over Feng Yi, chilling him to the core—indeed.

Yang Guo gave his life for Xiao Longnv!

What right do I have? Can I die for Li Mochou?

And on what basis do I let others suffer such great criticism?

Li Mochou sneered: "Nothing left to say, right? I've hit your sore spot?" A cold light flashed in her eyes: "Now do you hate me, regret not having killed me back then?"

Feng Yi stared, then suddenly snorted coldly: "Should I not hate you? Although I, Feng Yi, am somewhat indiscreet in matters of men and women, I also know that one's woman is to be loved."

"Today someone in front of me says they want to kill her—should I still greet them with a smiling face and say killing her is good?"

Li Mochou fixed her gaze on him, coldly saying: "But you are now defying my wishes—not a wise move; I can kill you to eliminate future trouble."

Feng Yi gave a few "hehe" cold laughs.

Li Mochou coldly said: "Don't think that because I have feelings for you I would be reluctant to kill you!"

Suddenly she softened her voice with a smile, saying slowly: "My temper is very strange; as for Lu Zhan Yuan, he died early—otherwise I would surely have killed him myself. You said you are inferior to him, so would I not strike? And with this temper of mine, how could you endure it?"

"Your so-called liking for me is merely liking this skin of mine."

Feng Yi raised his sword brows slightly, sneering: "Isn't love between people based on appearance? Though I've never seen Lu Zhan Yuan, I believe he must be extraordinarily handsome, otherwise how could he catch your eye?"

"Many people claim love is a collision of souls, but who doesn't first rely on eye-catching attraction? Even if you might not kill me now, even if I were to die in an instant, I would still hold this view."

"Because I am attracted to your beauty, I didn't ruthlessly kill you at first; otherwise, the Five Poisons Secret Manual alone would be of no use to me."

Li Mochou sighed, then smiled: "Can't you just go along with me a little?"

Feng Yi replied unhappily: "In this situation, I really don't know how to comply with you, and I'm not in the mood!"

Li Mochou laughed: "If I treat you this way and you still don't coax me, I feel quite uneasy inside."

Her smile was blooming, utterly devoid of hostility.

"Uneasy?" Feng Yi lifted his head to glance at her, giving a bitter smile: "It's me who's uneasy—you are so beautiful and alluring, yet your feelings are complex and changeable."

"I cannot predict your next move from your words and actions; now speaking with you, I fear every sentence might trigger a landmine, arousing your killing intent—between you and me, who is really uneasy?"

"Me too..." Li Mochou's face flushed, her voice soft and fine: "I also fear which word might make you truly hate me..." Although she murmured softly, Feng Yi heard it clearly. Just moments ago Li Mochou had been talking about fighting and killing with Feng Yi; in the blink of an eye she adopted a maidenly demeanor, and Feng Yi focused his thoughts.

He guessed that Li Mochou restrained him to make him feel hatred toward her, but her true intention was for him to understand her past state of mind, not to look down on her because of her history; ultimately, it was also because she had developed feelings for him.

But having learned from his mistake, he dared not again arrogantly gamble on her thoughts, so he remained silent.

Then Li Mochou softly said: "Back then, in the Ancient Tomb, I told my junior sister that human hearts are treacherous, and I wanted to teach her a defensive technique that even my master did not know."

"But you didn't let me say it to her—look at Yang Guo: he indeed abandoned her and fled. Now seeing my unrivaled disciple together with the beautiful Guo family maiden, he instantly performed a hero-saving-the-beauty feat—something even the Quanzhen Sect couldn't accomplish, yet he did."

"He is handsome and highly skilled; which young woman wouldn't like him? This, hehe, has surely made my silly junior sister heartbroken!"

It turned out that all she had just done was, based on her own experience, testing Feng Yi to see whether, in a life-or-death moment, he would become a petty person full of empty talk.

Although it might not work, as a woman who has suffered emotional wounds, this is the best plan she could devise.

Feng Yi coldly replied: "Can't your thinking be less jumpy, and what does it have to do with Yang Guo? Besides, Yang Guo's behavior is merely male nature—who doesn't like a beauty?"

Then Li Mochou snorted, suddenly grabbed Feng Yi's collar, and leapt upward.

Her martial arts were strong, her lightness skill equally so; even while holding Feng Yi, she seemed like a goose rising from the clouds, soaring up a tall tree.

She placed Feng Yi on a tree fork, and he asked bewildered: "What are you doing……"

Li Mochou suddenly plunged the Blood Blade into the tree, leaned in, and kissed him.

As Feng Yi's lips touched her soft, tender lips, the words "what" not only were swallowed back in his throat, but also sent a shock through his whole body.

This was Li Mochou's first kiss in her life, and it felt like heaven and earth collapsing; Feng Yi was also stunned, his first thought being: "This is to kill me! A murderous intent after tenderness?"

But seeing Li Mochou's beautiful eyes tightly shut, her delicate body trembling slightly, he could clearly feel her chest heaving violently.

After a moment, Li Mochou slightly opened her eyes, and their lips parted.

From her gaze Feng Yi seemed to see joy, fear, love, hatred, shyness, and more. He slowly said: "What does this mean? A kiss to seal our bond, or my final happiness?" His voice trembled.

Li Mochou stared into his eyes, word by word: "From now on, you are mine! You may never abandon me in this lifetime, or else I will kill you first, then myself."

Feng Yi's heart gave a thump, he spaced out for a while, then hesitated: "You say I should become a great flower-picking bandit, and you want to be a flower-picking banditess to pair with me?"

Li Mochou didn't expect him to say such a thing; shame and anger welled up, she grabbed his ear and twisted it, snarling: "I'll deal with you, you lecher with a rotten tongue!"

He used his other hand to twist his mouth.

Feng Yi repeatedly begged for mercy, saying, "Can you spare me? If someone sees this, will I even be able to live?"

Li Mochou spat and said, "If I hadn't seen your sincere and earnest expression just now, I wouldn't have spared you."

Feng Yi saw her face glowing with spring beauty, feeling utterly bewildered, and asked in confusion, "How did I become sincere and earnest?"

Li Mochou smiled softly and said, "You know what kind of person I am; after getting to know you through multiple encounters, I also understand what kind of person you are."

Just now, if you had said something to me that could understand my hatred, I would have hated you rightly; Lu Zhan yuan is utterly worthless.

Or even if you heard me say I wanted to kill Lingbo, you would deeply agree.

That is clearly just a temporary expedient, not sincere sincerity; a man like you who says one thing but means another, even if you saw my body and won my heart, I would still have to kill you! Because I fear that once you escape, you will take revenge on me, making my life worse than death.

Feng Yi was shocked to the point of death; he had just considered this problem, and indeed every step is a pit.

If he were to treat Qiu Qianchi the way Gongsun Zhi does—first submit softly to escape, then take revenge—this would probably……

But then I thought of how she acts unexpectedly, sly and perverse; even if she escaped this calamity, I wouldn't know whether it's a blessing or a sin.

After all, if he were to associate with this gorgeous yet cold-blooded woman in the future, one never knows when she might test him again; Feng Yi's heart was in turmoil, and a chill spontaneously rose. Li Mochou saw his expression, already knew his thoughts, suddenly hugged him tightly, and fiercely bit his lip, whispering: "In the future, as long as you don't abandon me, I will become your gentle and obedient wife, no longer mischievous, I will not lose my temper with you, I will not raise my hand against you, and I will not make you angry in the slightest."

Feng Yi heard these words and felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, his mind went completely blank.

He never expected Li Mochou to say such a thing to him. Is this still the Li Mochou in his impression?

At this moment, shattering his preconceived notions, could this be another test? After a long while, Li Mochou broke free from Feng Yi's embrace, gritted her teeth and said: "Anyway, you didn't kill me back then; you'll regret it later beyond remedy!"

Feng Yi saw her smiling yet not smiling, utterly charming; looking at the beauty under the moonlight, the more he looked, the more beautiful she seemed, his heart stirred, his doubts vanished, and he said: "I, Feng Yi, am merely an ordinary person; to be favored by a beauty like you in this lifetime, how could I ever regret?"

Li Mochou saw his infatuated gaze; she liked having him utterly bewitched for her; in fact, she could easily subdue Feng Yi, and she was already quite pleased.

Because only by treating her as one's own would she act this way, and this is also the basis of testing; if she tried and failed, what standing would she have in Feng Yi's heart, making testing unnecessary.

Li Mochou thought of this, pinched his cheek, and smiled, saying: "Just for a lifetime?"

Feng Yi also laughed and said: "In the next life, and the life after that, too."

Li Mochou suddenly straightened her face and said: "I've now learned to be a glib-tongued from you!"

Feng Yi saw her solemn, yet her pretty face was flushed like drunkenness, increasing her charm, simply gorgeous beyond compare. He couldn't help but feel moved and said: "Li Mochou, Li Mochou, I should let you spend this life without sorrow, then I would not have let down your name!"

Although the two were already intimate, Li Mochou, hearing him lay bare his heart like this, was instantly as if hearing spring thunder, her heart and spirit intoxicated, her whole body went soft, and she kissed him again.

Feng Yi's passions were already stirred; now, fighting again, the two pressed even closer, he only felt his dantian burning hot, and the Great Wilderness Prison-Heaven Finger pointed straight at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou let out a soft cry, suddenly broke free, her neck and ears reddened, she pursed her lips and said: "No!"

Feng Yi's ardor instantly cooled.

Li Mochou lightly tapped his forehead and said: "We must not act rashly!"

She had just felt something strange.

Although she was an unmarried maiden, she also knew what that was!

Li Mochou brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen onto her chest to the back, and softly said: "I will leave you on the tree, not unsealing your acupoints, because I am going to attend the martial arts assembly. If I don't restrain you, and you won't let me go, wouldn't that make people look down on me, Li Mochou?"

Feng Yi was about to speak when he saw Li Mochou press her hand over his mouth and say: "Don't rush, I do this because first, you harbor neither hatred nor love in your heart, which I find too unreal."

"This place is secluded; you will be unable to move for at least an hour here. You can use this time to feel the suffering I endure bound by my oath, and also think carefully about how you should treat me! I don't want you to be moved merely by my beauty, after all I am nearly forty—how many years of youth does this body have left?"

"Moreover, I have ultimately killed many people, owing countless blood debts; if you stay with me, this infamous reputation—can you, Hero Feng Yi, bear it? Are you willing to bear it?"

Saying this, she floated down from the tree and never glanced at Feng Yi again.

Li Mochou's figure was light and graceful, as if reflecting her mood at the moment; her ample purple robes fluttered in the night sky, set off by her flowing hair, making her departure exceedingly elegant.

Feng Yi, however, stared blankly at her retreating figure, watching her sleeves flutter in the wind as she vanished into the woods, his gaze gradually becoming dazed.

For when a person calmly contemplates a difficult, long‑troubling problem, his gaze becomes strange, dazed, and empty—no one is exempt! But just as Li Mochou had left, a white silhouette silently darted out from the woods and perched on the branch of the tree where Feng Yi stood.

Feng Yi, however, noticed nothing, because at this moment his internal energy was sealed, his true Qi could not flow freely through his body, and his spiritual perception was no different from that of an ordinary person.

Moreover, the question Li Mochou had thrown out as she left was also something Feng Yi had long been unable to understand, troubling him, causing him to fall into a blank stupor.

First, Li Mochou was right—he truly felt neither hatred nor love toward anyone. Since his transmigration, he had felt momentary anger at some people's actions, but he had never felt a deep‑seated hatred for anyone.

Never!

Even when Ding Dian had punched and kicked him, he felt no hatred.

Even when he knelt and kowtowed to Ling Tui Si, being threatened by him with Di Yun and Qi Fang, he felt no hatred.

Even the third disciple of the Mei Sect who betrayed his master and exterminated his ancestors, he felt no hatred.

Because although he did not approve of their conduct, their behavior was precisely the reaction those people ought to have!

Only by doing those deeds does one acquire a wicked view; if everyone were like Di Yun, would they still be bad people?

And what is there to hate?

In the world of the Divine Condor, even such vicious figures as Ouyang Feng, Li Mochou, the Dragon Knights, Zhao Zhijing, Yin Kexi, the Golden Wheel, Xiao Xiangzi and the like—so‑called villains—even if they were the Mongol conqueror Kublai Khan who destroyed the Song, it is the same!

He still felt no hatred!

Because everyone merely holds different ideas, stands in different positions, and acts differently.

And what is there to hate!

Putting oneself in their place, perhaps it would be the same choice!

For example, if he were the person in power of the Mongol Golden Family, would he still oppose the Mongol invasion of the Song?

As for love, even less! Whether it be Hong Lingbo, Li Mochou, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, Guo Fu and other beauties, he likes their looks, but to say he loves them—there is none!

Perhaps one could say he hasn't reached that degree! For Feng Yi believes true love.

The prerequisite is to cherish the other more than oneself; if love reaches its utmost depth, neither rank nor wealth can block it, and even matters of life and death are but a drizzle!

That is true love!

Only then can it be crowned with the sacred name!

Not all love, or merely two people marrying and living together, can be called love! Hence the true depiction: "Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, each flies away."

Precisely because of this definition of love, Feng Yi has naturally never encountered or seen it, so he does not believe in love! Even if Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua love each other deeply, that is not the love he imagines.

Whether it's Ling Shuanghua or Ding Dian, their love is fraught with too many constraints; if not for my foreknowledge advantage, using force to threaten and cleverness to get involved, they would have ended in tragedy.

Not what Feng Yi took! Speaking of which, the best portrayal of love is undoubtedly the later Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv in the original storyline, as well as Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

They each cherish the other more than themselves, willing to live and die together; if one dies, the other refuses to live alone! Yet Feng Yi thinks it over and over, he seems unable to do that! As for deceiving Li Mochou!

He really doesn't have the gall for it.

If Li Mochou weren't willingly enjoying a romance, happily, and then suddenly ambushed, she wouldn't even know how she died!

To seal her acupoints without her cooperation would be pointless, and it's certainly not what Feng Yi wants.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh; it seems the path is obstructed and long, the task heavy and the road far!

His sigh hadn't faded when he suddenly heard a faint sigh from beside him.

This made Feng Yi feel as if struck by lightning; he slightly turned his head, only to see a white-clad maiden with flowing long hair slowly drifting over.

In the deep night, silent, no birdsong, her face bore not a hint of smile, nor any color, clad in a pure white robe matching her complexion, as if she drifted over with the mountain wind on her own.

Her black hair flying, white robes fluttering, those two eyes clear as ice and snow, such a ghostly appearance—if Feng Yi hadn't already recognized who she was, plus his acupoints being sealed, he would have almost fallen straight from the tree; even so, his heart pounded! The comer was Xiao Longnv, but her entrance now was exactly like a female ghost in a horror movie he'd seen before, and her lips were somehow as pale as her clothing, making Feng Yi truly frightened!

Xiao Longnv stared at him unblinking, taking in his expression fully; seeing his startled look, she couldn't help but smile faintly, thinking: 'Let this bad guy bully me, an ancient tomb dweller!' But that smile flashed and vanished instantly, her countenance returning to icy coldness, and she lightly landed on a branch three feet away from him.

Feng Yi swallowed his saliva and said: 'Did you see all that just now?'

Xiao Longnv nodded.

Feng Yi said: 'As for me and your senior sister, you watching from the side is understandable, but why did you deliberately come to scare me?'

Xiao Longnv said calmly: 'Please help me!'

(End of chapter)