PDLP Chapter 116 Does it hurt?
Chapter 116 Does it hurt?
In Yun Ruoyu's boudoir, Yun Ruoyu and Xie Shenglin had already exchanged more than a thousand blows. Although she had mastered the ninth level of the Guanghan Skill with Yue Feng's help, she had just lost her virginity, her strength was waning, and her true energy was gradually becoming unsustainable.
Xie Shenglin was initially puzzled as to why Ge Changqing hadn't come to his aid yet, but he had put that aside for now and was only focused on winning over Yun Ruoyu as soon as possible and making things work out for her.
Yun Ruoyu knew she had no chance of survival tonight, and her heart sank lower and lower. She couldn't help but think of her brief time with Yue Feng, their first meeting on Shuiyue Mountain, their madness by the Sword Spring... Overwhelmed by the memories, she became lost in thought.
Xie Shenglin saw a sweet smile on Yun Ruoyu's face, a smile that was both greedy and jealous. He knew, of course, that smile couldn't possibly be for him.
He intensified his offensive, but Yun Ruoyu abandoned her previous balanced fighting style and began to relentlessly attack him, seemingly willing to trade her life for his. Xie Shengling, valuing his life, quickly took a step back.
Suddenly, the light in the boudoir dimmed, as if someone was blocking the doorway. Xie Shenglin's heart leaped with joy, and she turned around, saying, "You've finally arrived..."
Yue Feng stood at the door, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Oh? Young Master Xie was quite eager for my arrival?"
Xie Shenglin glanced behind Yue Feng; the area was empty, not a soul in sight. He frowned. "Who are you?"
"Yue Feng, the leader of the Great Wind Gang, has come to learn martial arts from the eldest son of the Xie family."
"The Great Wind Gang? Never heard of it." Xie Shenglin shook his head as he spoke, then suddenly pounced on Xiong Zhaozhao.
What a joke! Xie Shenglin may not have heard of Yue Feng's name, but he certainly knows the name Dafeng Gang by heart.
Not long ago, the Dafeng Gang sent only one of its protectors, yet they caused chaos and humiliation for the entire Xie family in Huazhou City.
Now that the leader of the Great Wind Gang has arrived in person, Xie Shengling's followers and Ge Changqing have all fallen silent. No matter how arrogant or audacious Xie Shengling is, he still needs to find a way out for himself.
Thank you, Holy Spirit, for choosing the way out for yourself, which is Xiong Zhaozhao.
Ever since his acupoints were sealed, Xiong Zhaozhao had been standing there like a wooden puppet. Yue Feng's relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect was clearly not small; if he could hold Xiong Zhaozhao hostage…
With lightning speed, Xie Shenglin flashed behind Xiong Zhaozhao, his right hand forming a claw, and grabbed Xiong Zhaozhao's throat.
He huddled behind Xiong Zhaozhao, opening his mouth to speak. Suddenly, a deafening whooshing sound pierced the air, and a cold light, like lightning and thunder, shot towards his right hand.
Xie Shenglin was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He couldn't understand how Yue Feng dared to make such a move, actually wanting to exchange Xiong Zhaozhao's life for one of his hands!
Because the cold light came so fast, Xie Shenglin didn't have time to move Xiong Zhaozhao's body away. He could only loosen his grip, exposing Xiong Zhaozhao's throat to the cold light.
Just as the cold light was about to pierce Xiong Zhaozhao's throat, Yue Feng arrived in quick succession and grabbed it. Xie Shenglin then saw clearly that the cold light was actually a three-inch-long throwing knife.
He was very familiar with this throwing knife, but even if Elder Wei himself used it, how could it have such power? Not to mention catching the thrown knife with his bare hands after it had already been thrown.
Before the thought could even cross Xie Shengling's mind, Yue Feng wrapped his right arm around Xiong Zhaozhao's slender waist, while his left-hand throwing knife flashed under Xie Shengling's crotch!
Xie Shengling suddenly leaped backward, channeling his strength into his back, and with a loud crash, smashed through the wall, creating a hole more than a meter high. Dust billowed from the hole, completely obscuring Xie Shengling's figure.
Yue Feng's throwing knife shot out again, even carrying away the smoke and dust that had filled the room, making the air in the room clear.
The next moment, a panicked scream came from behind the smoke and dust: "You...you destroyed my Qi Sea!" Then all was silent, and Xie Shengling seemed to have fainted.
Yue Feng released Xiong Zhaozhao's slender waist and casually released her pressure points: "Miss Xiong, are you alright?"
Xiong Zhaozhao was still immersed in the thrilling exchange she had just witnessed. Yue Feng supported her arm and channeled a wisp of his inner energy into her. Xiong Zhaozhao then snapped out of her daze and ran to Yun Ruoyu's bedside, crying, "Master! How are you?"
Yun Ruoyu glanced gently at Yue Feng, then stroked Xiong Zhaozhao's head and said, "Master is alright. Zhao'er, were you frightened?"
Xiong Zhaozhao shook her head repeatedly, a string of tears sliding down her cheeks: "Zhao'er is not afraid, Zhao'er is just worried..." Her voice choked with sobs, and she could not continue.
Yun Ruoyu said, "Don't worry. With Chief Yue here, he will never let those bad guys succeed."
While wiping away her tears, Xiong Zhaozhao said, "Master, when did you start trusting Chief Yue so much? When did your relationship become so good? I always feel like you're hiding something from me."
Yun Ruoyu's tone was slightly flustered: "Ah? No, Master was just telling the truth. If it weren't for Chief Yue, we would have been in big trouble this time."
Just then, Yue Feng returned, carrying the heavily injured and unconscious Xie Shenglin in his hand, and casually threw him on the ground: "Miss Xiong, can I hand this guy over to you? There are many other corpses on the mountain, please take care of them as well."
"You see, your master is bedridden, and I don't know anything about the Heavenly Sword Sect. I can only entrust this matter to you. Don't worry, I will protect your master closely and make sure she is not frightened in the slightest."
Xiong Zhaozhao thought that Yue Feng was right. Someone did need to take charge on the mountain. She gave Yun Ruoyu a few instructions and then left, looking back every few steps.
Yue Feng glanced at the hole in the wall and said to Yun Ruoyu, "How about I carry you to my room? I can't stay here anymore."
Yun Ruoyu blushed slightly, as if she had thought of something, but she still agreed. Yue Feng carried Yun Ruoyu back to his room, helped her lie down on the bed, and tucked her in.
Yun Ruoyu had never been served like this by a young man before. She was both excited and nervous. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't even dare to look at Yue Feng.
Yue Feng said, "I have some basic medical knowledge. May I take your pulse, Sect Leader?"
Yun Ruoyu gave a perfunctory reply, not even knowing why she agreed. Yue Feng gently sat down beside the bed, keeping a certain distance from Yun Ruoyu. Yun Ruoyu, however, vaguely felt a heat emanating from Yue Feng, making her face feel hot.
Yue Feng apologized for his intrusion and pulled Yun Ruoyu's fair wrist out from under the covers. Their skin touched, and Yun Ruoyu trembled slightly, but offered no resistance. Yue Feng took Yun Ruoyu's pulse, which further confirmed his suspicions, and he fell into a long silence.
Seeing that Yue Feng remained silent, Yun Ruoyu mustered her courage and asked, "Chief Yue, what's wrong with me?"
Yue Feng sighed and asked instead of answering, "Does it hurt?"
Yun Ruoyu nodded, then shook her head, her face flushing red. Yue Feng was completely baffled, then suddenly seemed to understand, and said with a mischievous grin, "I asked if it hurts now, not when."