Chapter 139: Without Intent to Do Evil, Though Evil, Not Punished

As it turned out, Guo Jing's martial arts were so high that just the power of his Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms alone was already invincible under heaven, and this was merely the opinion of Yang Guo, who in the original plot had his arm broken and learned the Dugu Seeking Defeat Sword Technique.

By then, he had already witnessed the techniques of masters such as the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Northern Beggar, Zhou Botong, the Golden Wheel State Preceptor, and others.

Such an evaluation shows how high its gold content is,

At this moment, Feng Yi also informed Guo Jing of martial arts such as the Divine Illumination Classic and the Blood Saber Scripture; even if Guo Jing had no intention to cultivate, he could draw analogies and his martial prowess would be even greater.

No matter how strong Feng Yi's martial arts are, as long as he remains in this world, he cannot surpass Guo Jing. This is the principle that human strength has limits.

But victory and defeat have never been determined solely by martial strength.

In the original plot, when Guo Jing faced Ouyang Feng, he would sometimes step on people; in the battle at the Mongolian Great Camp, he suffered severe vital energy loss, and the situation of guarding Yang Guo appeared—these are all causes of his serious injury.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Guo Jing would not be defeated; even alone against thousands of troops, he could kill to the point that even a great khan who had experienced western campaigns, such as Mongke, would feel chilled.

But as long as his benevolent heart is triggered, his 'Invincible Golden Body' will be broken.

So before fighting, Feng Yi would say how Guo Jing treats his beloved, how he treats his friends, and so on, bestowing these lofty hats upon him, for the purpose that if he could not win fairly, he would use underhanded means—anyway, he had to win!

Feng Yi then used blade energy to lift shattered bricks and attack Guo Jing. These bricks were numerous and fierce, not inferior to shooting many sharp hidden weapons.

Knowing that Guo Jing, fearing to injure bystanders, would surely wrap the bricks in palm wind, he threw out the blood saber to break the palm wind and assault Guo Jing.

When the bricks fell, they happened to strike toward Feng Yi, who was moving low to the ground; at that instant, Guo Jing followed his heart, disregarding himself, he struck out with his palm to shatter the bricks, lest he injure Feng Yi, then reached out to twist and seize the blood saber.

And Feng Yi's this blade had been plotted for long, pouring all his lifelong power into it; Guo Jing, dividing his attention, clamped it, thus losing his own protection. Feng Yi struck his 'Flicking Finger Divine Ability' at Guo Jing's Qi Sea acupoint, then added another finger there, sealing the victory.

Zhu Ziliu grew angrier the more he thought, flicked his sleeve, rose, and said: 'Feng Yi, with such conduct, do you win peace of mind?'

Guo Jing was about to speak when he heard 'Mr. Zhu is right!' Feng Yi shouted in a harsh voice: 'Great Hero Guo's pure good heart, I have ruined his good heart to satisfy my own treacherous schemes—truly shameful and hateful!'

These words left everyone stunned, mouths agape.

Then Feng Yi continued: 'If you ask me whether I am at peace, I can tell you that my heart holds only victory and defeat, nothing else!'

Guo Jing loudly said: 'Senior Brother Zhu, Brother Feng's martial arts are miraculous, he battles with wit not strength; today I have opened my eyes, I lose this match wholeheartedly convinced!'

Feng Yi's gaze shifted: 'I know you are all renowned heroes; I have also heard that I alone stormed the Mongolian Great Camp, and some admire me, but who would know that inside there is a Mongolian Golden Wheel State Preceptor whose martial arts are not inferior to mine or Great Hero Guo's.'

Moreover, there are three first-rate masters whose martial arts surpass even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen; these four or five grand masters grandmasters want to kill me alone, and I, Feng Yi, consider it an honor.

Yet to win they spare no means, disregarding status and dignity, ignoring jianghu rules; I am fortunate to have escaped, and people think my martial arts are high and my courage bold—but what if they killed me?

Everyone stared; Li Mochou bit her lip and said: 'If you died, others would say you are utterly arrogant, seeking your own death!'

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh and said: 'Still, you see it clearly.'

This is 'the victor becomes king, the vanquished becomes bandit'; if a person dies, the right to speak lies in the hands of the living!'

He shifted his gaze: 'In this world, those like me, Feng Yi, who stop at nothing to achieve their goals are as common as dirt; there are also many who are even more shameless and base than I; speaking of serving one's lord, what human feelings can there be!'

Madam Guo, Miss Guo, including the Wu brothers—once Great Hero Guo makes the Mongols feel threatened yet unable to deal with him, you will become their targets!

Even if you are not afraid of death and Great Hero Guo fears no threat, if they capture you to undermine Guo Jing's resolve to resist the Mongols, do you think they wouldn't do it? The more benevolent your heart, the more arrows you will have aimed at yourselves!

Guo Jing laughed loudly: 'Brother Feng, being able to admit your faults—what courage this is, beyond ordinary people! From now on, you will surely become a renowned hero of the age; it is my great joy to be able to duel with you today.'

Feng Yi's expression unchanged, he gave a faint smile: 'My means cannot compare to Kublai's; he holds me up as the world's greatest master, which seems an honor, and hearing it also feels exhilarating.'

But in reality, he has already divided the hearts of the world's heroes.

You have your own followers, who deem you the world's greatest; I too have gained my own supporters.

They do nothing, just utter a sentence, and make all the heroes of the world go astray; heh, such a person—against conventional means, we are no match!

Upon hearing these words, everyone felt moved; just the title of 'world's greatest' makes unknown numbers hope for a fight between Feng Yi and Guo Jing—if Feng Yi's heart for fame and gain were a bit heavier, he might have just easily killed Guo Jing...

Isn't it just that Kublai, with a single sentence, has split the heroes of the Central Plains into five fragments?

Before the thought finished, Feng Yi said: 'Great Hero Guo, whether my intentions are understood or not lies with you; whether they succeed or not lies with me.'

Even if everyone considers me a demonic heretic, I cannot attend to many matters; please, Chief Lu and you all, retire to another room for detailed discussion!

Guo Jing glanced at Hong Qigong and urgently called: 'Master, please stay!'

As it turned out, Hong Qigong had already arrived at the door, saying: 'I am an old beggar, advanced in years; as long as you keep loyalty and righteousness, swear to slay the enemy, and resist foreign invasion, I will be content!' Before his voice finished, he had already walked away out of sight.

The heroes responded with a resounding echo, shouting in unison: 'See off Elder Hong Chief!' 'We swear to follow Elder Hong Chief's teachings!'

'Elder Hong Chief appears like a divine dragon—showing head but not tail.' Feng Yi laughed: 'For him to be able to come this time is already no easy feat!'

Huang Rong said: 'Brother Feng, your words are entirely correct. Brother Jing, shall we go to the study?'

Guo Jing silently nodded.

At that moment, the Lu Family Manor reopened the banquet, rearranging cups and plates.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong invited Feng Yi, Li Mochou, Lu Youjiao, Zhu Ziliu, the Diancang Fishing Hermit, and Lu Guan Ying to the study.

Everyone sat as guests; Guo Jing sighed: 'I won't hide it from you all—this matter is of great importance, and I still do not wish to take Brother Feng's step; I wonder what lofty opinions you may have.'

In the past, Guo Jing, to avenge his father, assisted Genghis Khan in capturing Samarkand; witnessing the cruelty of the Mongol slaughter, he felt great anguish. Besides remorse, he also felt his mind wavering.

He saw how many people he had harmed, not knowing how many commoners were implicated; thinking that Wanyan Honglie had harmed his father, his mother wandered homeless, and now he too had caused these commoners to lose their homes—how, then, is he any different from Wanyan Honglie?

With this single thought, he deeply knew that Feng Yi's actions might likewise bring him the same torment.

'Better to be a dog in peaceful times than a person in chaotic ages!' Feng Yi fixed his gaze on Guo Jing, with deep meaning: 'Great Hero Guo sympathizes with all beings, but do you think true peace exists in the world?'

Guo Jing sighed slowly: 'Since ancient times, warfare has never ceased; even in times called peace, the court is full of open and covert strife—where is there truly a peaceful day?'

Feng Yi nodded: 'Then what does warfare rely on?'

Guo Jing pondered: 'This warfare is both the stratagems of commanders, the bravery of soldiers, and the smoothness of logistical supply.'

Feng Yi clapped: 'Correct. We martial practitioners should know: with our weakness we face the enemy's strength; with our strength we attack the enemy's weakness.'

We jianghu folk excel at single combat; arraying troops is not our forte. But if we engage in guerrilla sabotage, destroying supply routes and cutting off their logistical support, that is our strength.

Imagine if we could every day destroy the Mongol army's supply convoys; then the frontline battlefield would need no fighting, and the Mongol great army would be left with wailing cries everywhere!

Zhu Ziliu said: 'We leading jianghu heroes in guerrilla operations behind enemy lines to cut off their fodder is indeed a top strategy.'

Huang Rong shook her head: 'This move is useless against the Mongols.'

Guo Jing sternly said: 'Correct. Mongol men are both soldiers and herders; warfare and herding do not interfere; in Genghis Khan's time, cattle and horses followed the troops, so there is practically no grain to cut off.'

Feng Yi laughed: 'That is correct, yet Temujin's method can sweep the west and occupy the northern lands, yet it is very difficult to conquer Jiangnan.'

Huang Rong nodded and said, "The south is all water and marshes; large-scale grazing is impossible, we must carry provisions and also need boats!"

Feng Yi added, "Moreover, the Mongols have only just settled the north; popular sentiment is unstable, and within the Mongol court there is open and covert strife. Guo the Great Hero leads a band of stalwarts, specifically cutting off Mongol supply routes."

Zhu Ziliu laughed and said, "You're beating around the bush; you just want to say you'll go poison the Mongols, which is to sabotage their logistics."

Feng Yi nodded and said, "I'll go to the grasslands to spread poison; if not, I'll go directly to the Mongol capital and forests to spread poison. As long as the Mongols fall into internal turmoil, even if the Central Plains war goes badly for them, they cannot avoid withdrawing troops! I also know you all are kind-hearted and look down on my poisonous tactics, but fighting poison with poison is the proper way."

After all, there's no difference between killing with a blade and killing with poison; the so-called tactic of an army pressing the border to facilitate negotiations—my using poison as leverage could certainly have that effect. If the Mongols could be made to feel fear, perhaps more would die of fright than in battle!

In the study, silence fell for a moment as everyone sank into thought; Li Mochou, impatient, said, "Chief Lu, since Guo the Great Hero has lost, you ought to keep your promise; if you break faith, heh, are you not even worse than a woman like me?"

All present were renowned figures of the jianghu, well aware of the meaning of "once spoken, cannot be taken back"; to ask them to go back on their word is absolutely out of the question.

Even if Guo Jing lost unjustly, in life trust comes first; without sincerity, nothing can be accomplished.

On the battlefield, if orders dare not be carried out and one cannot trust one's comrades at one's back, because everyone fears betrayal, what else can be done?

Everyone, upon Li Mochou's words, was left speechless.

Lu Youjiao glanced at Huang Rong, then at Guo Jing, and said, "Master Feng, what arrangements do you have? Just speak plainly!"

Feng Yi took out the Five Poisons Secret Manual from his bosom and said, "If this poison is to be used against the Mongols, it must be prepared in large quantity. I have already prepared some in Chang'an; we can pick it up when we pass through."

Lu Youjiao rose to receive it, flipped through the Five Poisons Secret Manual, and said, "Some of the medicinal ingredients listed can only be bought in a major market; to compound the medicine will take at least two or three months."

Li Mochou said, "I've heard that Beggar Sect disciples are skilled at catching poisonous snakes and insects; their bags always hold them. If we each take some venom and process it into powder, it might also be usable!"

Lu Youjiao laughed, "It's no surprise that beggars can catch snakes and insects; it's just that our Five Poisons are not very potent."

Feng Yi waved his hand and said, "We're not using this against top-tier masters; they're not ordinary people but livestock, so this sort of poison is just right. Please have Manor Lord Lu accompany Chief Lu in preparing the medicine; we'll regroup in Chang'an in two months."

He wrote his address on a piece of paper and handed it to Lu Youjiao, adding, "We had best travel in separate batches so the Mongols don't notice."

After Feng Yi finished his instructions, he bade farewell to everyone and was about to leave the study when Guo Jing called out, "Brother Feng, the position of leader of the martial arts world has not yet been decided..."

Feng Yi turned back and said, "Guo the Great Hero, I know my own limits; it is you who are heroic and bold, whom I have long admired. I have just offended you in many ways; please forgive me." He then gave a deep bow.

Guo Jing, feeling a mutual sympathy, stepped forward to grasp his hand and said solemnly, "Brother Feng, don't stand on ceremony; the fault was mine just now, and in the future please don't treat me as an outsider. As for the position of martial arts alliance leader, you ought to at least witness it."

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Aside from Senior Hong, who else could be worthy of the martial arts alliance leader's position? He is old and unable to attend to affairs, but this deputy alliance leader certainly belongs to Guo the Great Hero alone! I am deeply impressed."

The position of martial arts alliance leader is the most honored title for martial artists; Guo Jing saw that he took it lightly, nodded and said, "Brother Feng, victorious yet not arrogant, humble as a valley—such bearing, I deeply admire."

Feng Yi burst into laughter, took Li Mochou's hand, and walked outward.

No sooner had he stepped out of the room than he saw Guo Fu and the Wu brothers standing to one side.

The Wu brothers looked at Feng Yi, then at Li Mochou, their faces alternating between green and red, as if they had something to say but kept swallowing their words, wanting to speak yet hesitating.

Feng Yi suddenly recalled something and called out, "Everyone, I have a piece of news to tell you: a few years ago I saw a madman in Jiangnan whose moves were exquisite and finger techniques superb, just like Master Zhu!" "What?"

Zhu Ziliu and the Wu brothers were greatly astonished and doubtful; the Guo couple were also deeply moved.

The Fisherman Hermit of Diancang raised his eyebrows in anger and shouted sternly, "Is that really true?"

As it turned out, Wu Santong had been wounded by Li Mochou's ice soul silver needle; his wife Wu Saniang sucked out the poison, saving his life, yet he abandoned the two Wu brothers and fled alone.

Had it not been for Guo Jing and Huang Rong bringing Yang Guo back to Peach Blossom Island, where they happened to meet, those two brothers might not know what to do!

Moreover, Wu Santong had been mad and incommunicado for years; everyone assumed he had silently died somewhere unknown, so the Fisherman Hermit of Diancang and Zhu Ziliu harbored great hatred toward Li Mochou.

"Perhaps it's the One Lamp Grand Master who eats vegetarian fare, chants the Buddha's name, and accumulates good karma." Feng Yi laughed and said, "Go ask your friends in the jianghu, describe his appearance and features—you might yet gain something!"

As it happened, Wu Santong, having wandered the jianghu for years in madness, gradually recovered from his mental illness as time passed.

In the original storyline, after the Fisherman Hermit of Diancang participated in the Heroes' Convention at Daxing Pass and returned to the mountain, he traveled with several martial arts friends; in casual conversation they mentioned such a person whose appearance resembled his junior brother Wu Santong, and after seeking him out, they finally met.

Wu Santong only came to Xiangyang to look for his son, but ended up encountering the two men fighting over Guo Fu, and they killed each other.

Yang Guo, intending to help someone, inadvertently caused Xiao Longnv to misunderstand him, leading to his severed arm and Xiao Longnv's loss of virtue, which Guo Fu came to know, and so on.

Therefore Feng Yi had them inquire among the heroes, which was certain to uncover Wu Santong's whereabouts.

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Feng Yi clasped his fists and said, "Gentlemen, the notion that one who intends good may not be rewarded, and one who harms unintentionally may not be punished, is why we can stand here." He then took Li Mochou's hand and drifted away.

Everyone understood Feng Yi's meaning; Li Mochou had indeed killed many before, but in the matter of Wu Saniang she had no intent to kill, otherwise Ke Zhen'e and Wu Saniang would already be dead.

It was only because Li Mochou hated that Wu Santong mentioned He Yuanjun, touching a taboo, that she struck the killing blow; Wu Saniang could not bear to see her husband die miserably, absorbed the poison and perished—this was her own choice, seeking benevolence and attaining it.

If Wu Santong were not dead, the Wu brothers seeking revenge on Li Mochou would have absolutely no justification.

This is just like Qiu Qianren once asked on the summit of Mount Hua, "Who has never killed anyone, never committed any wicked deed? Come kill me," and he would not resist.

The Fisherman Hermit of Diancang and Zhu Ziliu, when serving as officials in the Dali Kingdom, had both killed people; although they acted impartially, they could not avoid making mistakes.

When Guo Jing went on his western campaign, he slew many in battle, often feeling remorse and self-reproach; Huang Rong's deceit and trickery in cheating others are too numerous to count, and one does not know how many she has harmed.

If the relatives of those people all said, "You harmed my kin," and came seeking vengeance, would one simply stretch out one's neck to be slaughtered?

They certainly would not!

For this is precisely the principle that unintentional wrongdoing goes unpunished.

The Wu brothers felt resentful inside, but seeing their master and mistress, uncles and elders with solemn expressions, they remained silent and dared not speak.

Zhu Ziliu gazed at Feng Yi's retreating back and sighed, "Feng Yi is carefree and unworldly; fame and wealth cannot move him—truly a rare man! Yet in the matter of lust, he cannot resist, actually falling into Li Mochou's trap—what a pity!"

The Fisherman Hermit of Diancang said, "Dunru, Xiwen, hurry up and go inquire about your father's whereabouts."

The Wu brothers hastily apologized to their master, mistress, uncles, and aunts, then went to the main hall to ask the heroes about their father's whereabouts; Guo Fu followed them.

"Senior Brother is mistaken!" Huang Rong said softly, "Li Mochou has been entangled by emotion all her life; at this age she encounters Feng Yi, a man of deep feeling—I want to see how she will turn out, and who exactly is that snare!"

She is good at judging people; she knows Feng Yi likes pretty women at first sight, sharing the same virtue as Ouyang Ke—except that he is a bit more face-conscious and does not forcibly abduct women.

But Li Mochou, a woman wounded by love, does not tolerate sand in her eyes; what sort of play could there be between the two?

Guo Jing gently embraced her and whispered, "I have noticed that Li Mochou also practices the Nine Yin True Classic; if you feel uneasy, later when you find an opportunity, you must by no means underestimate her!"

"I understand." Huang Rong said, "If it weren't for you, I could not today endure her speaking to me like this!" Saying this, she gave Guo Jing a sideways glance.

Guo Jing's face involuntarily reddened; Zhu Ziliu burst out laughing and, with his senior brother, strode away shaking his fan.

Feng Yi and Li Mochou left Lu Manor, walked to under a tree, and Li Mochou let out a long sigh, saying, "Men's conduct sometimes truly baffles one.

Even I cannot fathom it; since you knew Wu Santong was not dead, why didn't you say so earlier? You forced people to fight me to the death!

Feng Yi remained silent, thinking: "If I had spoken earlier, people would think I was deliberately making excuses for you, and how could I vent the resentment in my heart? After all, if I were Da Xiao Wu, my mother would ultimately have died because of you—who the hell would reason with you!"

People ultimately cannot treat everything impartially; there is always favoritism. Feng Yi didn't say that either, merely smiling: "It's as if men could know women's hearts just like that!"

Li Mochou gave him a cold glance, snorted, turned her head away, and said: "Do you truly not know my feelings for you, or are you pretending not to?"

Feng Yi laughed heartily, swept Li Mochou into his arms, and they left like a gust of wind.

He arrived in town, found an inn, bribed the staff throughout, so that besides having the waiter deliver tea and meals on schedule each day, no one was allowed to disturb them,

At night they practiced indoor techniques, calling each other "Sister Sorrow" and "Brother Wind" nonstop—these were their terms of endearment in private.

Li Mochou originally wanted Feng Yi to call her "Wind Lang," and she would let him call her "Sorrow" or "Mochou," but Feng Yi insisted on using sibling terms, which he found uniquely amusing.

After all, in his previous life Feng Yi had encountered a woman as old as Li Mochou, which would have made him retreat; yet Li Mochou, though nearing forty, possessed techniques to preserve her youth, appearing twenty-something, and this novel stimulation kept him endlessly delighted.

Li Mochou, helpless, could only go along with him.

Day after day they were entwined; Feng Yi shaped Li Mochou's eyebrows and temples. Though she already mastered all manner of musical arts, Feng Yi had her repeatedly "review and diligently practice" these skills, and he reveled in endless tender bliss.

Nevertheless, this only deepened their mutual affection, making them even closer.

Thus seven days passed; on this morning the red sun filled the window, and as Feng Yi opened his eyes he saw a welcoming smile.

"Hurry up and wash your face, eat, we're leaving today!"

Feng Yi asked: "Where to?"

Li Mochou said: "The reason I refuse to swear to stay in the ancient tomb is that I love touring mountains and rivers; if I cannot roam the world's famous mountains with you, it will always be lacking."

Feng Yi chuckled: "So you must be quite familiar with the scenery of this world, then?"

Li Mochou replied: "Needless to say—I've wandered half my life, and there's no famous mountain or sea I haven't visited!"

Feng Yi thought, "Since the Beggars' Sect is still preparing medicine, accompanying her on a stroll is fine," so he went to town and bought two sets of coarse cloth clothing, smiling: "Let's not draw too much attention; that'll save us trouble."

Li Mochou shook her head: "Covering one's ears while stealing a bell—look at us, we hardly look like farmers."

Feng Yi laughed: "Not necessarily!"

Li Mochou immediately changed into coarse cloth clothing, removed her hairpins, let down her bun, just like a ordinary village woman, binding her hair with a simple thorn hairpin. Yet her ice‑like skin and snow‑white complexion, her brows and eyes like a painting, could not be concealed by the coarse garb and hairpin.

Feng Yi watched, unable to help laughing: "Indeed, a beauty remains a beauty even if clad in sackcloth."

The two headed north and indeed encountered many Mongol soldiers. After the Mongols destroyed the Jin, their cavalry entered Song territory, the lands north of the Huai River being occupied by Mongol troops; Feng Yi and Li Mochou, dressed as farmers, had no intention of causing trouble and attracted no notice.

Yet Li Mochou's care for him was meticulous; this Scarlet‑Clad Fairy, besides her beauty, possessed a refined yet slightly maddening allure that could enthrall souls—had Feng Yi not possessed profound inner strength, few could withstand her; each time they faced a windy, moonless night, he would have been overwhelmed.

That day the pair reached the area between the passes and Luo River, were having tea at a market town when suddenly they heard several girls in green robes chattering as they entered a ready‑made clothing shop.

They all wore identical green robes, the hue strangely archaic, not contemporary attire, appearing quite odd.

Li Mochou glanced back at Feng Yi and saw his eyes fixed on the group of women, and she snapped: "Your eyes are about to pop out!"

Feng Yi asked: "Did you hear what they were saying?"

Seeing his solemn expression, not joking, Li Mochou thought a moment and then scoffed: "It's not that they're saying the valley master's lady looks like a fairy, and if she wore wedding attire she'd be unimaginably beautiful, is it?"

Feng Yi murmured: "Mochou, what exactly are your feelings toward your junior sister?"

Li Mochou's expression changed.

Feng Yi added: "If your junior sister does not marry Yang Guo..."

Li Mochou sprang up, nearly grinding her silver teeth, and said: "What exactly are you scheming?"

Feng Yi chuckled: "I mean, if your junior sister does not marry Yang Guo but instead marries a man who, for the sake of another woman, killed his wife—and that wife had done him favors—would you be willing?"

Li Mochou, having already risen, then sat down slowly and asked: "What do you mean by that?"

Feng Yi said: "The valley master's lady these women speak of—I think it's your junior sister!"

Li Mochou pursed her lips: "How do you know?"

Feng Yi said: "She's beautiful as a fairy! Moreover, to make a group of women utter such praise adds weight. I must say, besides Xiao Longnv, I don't believe any other woman could achieve that!"

Li Mochou gave a cold smile, suddenly grabbed Feng Yi's waist flesh, and pinched him hard.

Feng Yi grimaced in pain.

Li Mochou said coldly: "If your junior sister is that beautiful in your heart, why marry Yang Guo? Wouldn't it be better for you, Great Hero Feng, to accept her?"

Feng Yi spread his hands and laughed: "You've seen how your junior sister feels about Yang Guo; what sort of person am I, that I would deliberately court boredom?"

"Besides, although she's beautiful, she runs away at the slightest problem—do you think I could tolerate that?"

"\"Hard to say! \", Li Mochou snorted: \"Men's lust knows no bounds—you dare provoke even me, a murderous demoness; what is there you wouldn't dare do?"

Feng Yi gave a wry smile: "Give me some face, will you? If people saw this, how could I ever hold my head up again?"

"\"Pfft\", Li Mochou laughed, her resentment easing slightly; she released her grip and lightly stroked his waist, asking tenderly: \"Does it hurt?"

Feng Yi giggled: "It really hurt before, but your delicate jade hand eases the pain and reduces the swelling!"

Li Mochou immediately realized, she would have him say those bedroom matters were for reducing swelling, and she burst into laughter mixed with tears, sighing: "You're impossible—being with you, there's never a serious moment; I don't even know who you really are!"

Before Feng Yi could answer, he saw four women carrying two boxes out of the clothing shop.

Li Mochou bit her lip and said: "Let's go take a look!"

After the women passed, the two then followed behind them.

(End of chapter)