Chapter 12 It's Better Not to Meet Again 2

  The weather is quickly becoming gloomy. It's as if it knows that today, under heaven, blood will flow like a river again.

  Nalan Xixiao rode his horse galloping in the mountain valley. In the quiet valley, autumn wind was bleak and blew dry branches swaying, a desolate scene.

  Occasional animal cries. Dead silence.

  Suddenly, Nalan Xinnuo gently pulled the reins and slowed down. Ahead, the sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, someone was rushing towards this direction.

  Nalan Xixi's expression slightly solidified. She urged her horse on and galloped forward to meet him.

  Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes stopped abruptly. The horse was suddenly reined in. A neigh pierced the quiet sky.

  Her white sleeves fluttered in the cold wind, her elegant face still calm and serene. In that moment he saw her, his icy eyes momentarily scattered with a hint of warmth, as if the ice and snow were melting.

  Nalan Xixi looked at him with an expressionless face. "I've seen the Crown Prince."

  Now, Sheng Jin monopolizes the eight countries of Jiangnan and can be called the number one power in the world. From now on, Sheng Jin is no longer a vassal state of Luo Tian, he has also become the true crown prince, the future king of this world.

  "Go back." He said lightly.

  Nalan Xixi sneered and turned to leave. "The Crown Prince's ambition is the world. Now that the Luotian Continent has already fallen into his hands, I am of no use to him anymore. Why would he need to keep me around?"

  "I want the world. I also want you." Underneath the calmness is an unwavering and unshakeable determination that brooks no doubt or argument.

  Nalan Xixi's eyes trembled slightly. She averted her gaze, not daring to look at Dugu Han. She had always been unable to face this man, unable to face his indifference, his coldness, and the dense, irresistible emotions hidden beneath his calm and elegant demeanor.

  She just felt she owed him. She didn't like owing people things.

  "I and you going to Sheng Jin, as well as today's battle, were all planned by me long ago. I just wanted to use the Crown Prince to achieve the Three Kingdoms' balance of power, so that Luo Tian could get a moment's breathing space." That person was right, she shouldn't have given him any hope.

  She shouldn't take advantage of his feelings because he knows and she also knows that someone like Dugu Han is hard to move emotionally, once moved it's irretrievable, pure and resolute.

  Dugu Han's expression didn't change. She couldn't find a hint of emotion on his face. He calmly said, "I know."

  He knew, he had always known. The Nalan Xianuo who would give up everything for Nan Gongyin. How could she change her mind so easily? Sometimes he felt that what made him so deeply entrenched was perhaps her stubbornness.

  But he knew, and didn't want to know. He'd rather she just kept deceiving him like that day when they left together. Just say, I only wanted to follow you, and then just leave with him.

  She still didn't look at him. Coldly saying: "I owe the young master. Another day I will definitely repay in full."

  Dugu Hanshan's fingers, which were holding the reins, slightly curled in. This was a movement that could not be detected by others. Ah, yes. To her, she had simply owed him many things without any reason. Just mutual debts, nothing more.

  She pulled the reins, and the horse began to walk slowly forward. She gazed indifferently ahead, passing by him without even a fleeting glance in his direction.

  Dugu Hanshan stood on horseback, a pair of cold eyes that seemed bottomless. His icy hands tightly grasped the reins, yet he hesitated to move.

  Nalan Xixi rode her horse forward in a hurry. It should all be over by now.

  Suddenly, the sound of swords and knives erupted behind him. Nalan Xianyu was startled for a moment, then pulled the reins to turn his horse around and gallop back.

  All the way back, only to see a group of black-clad men ambushing Dugu Han. The black-clad men's martial arts skills were impressive, each move fatal. Dugu Han was already having trouble resisting. Nalan Xianuo slightly raised her wrist, and several sword winds shot out, causing the black-clad men to fall to the ground with a thud.

  However, from the nearby mountain forest, another group of black-clad men rushed towards Nalan Xianuo. Nalan Xianuo was taken aback. They were Huangfu Ling's people. Ah, what a great Huangfu Ling. He had arranged everything in advance.

  Knowing this battle is hard to win, so a killer was arranged on the way to kill her and Dugu Han.

  Nalan Xixiao turned around and shot out several sword winds at the black-clad men rushing towards him. Several of them fell to the ground, while a few others dodged skillfully. Nalan Xixiao furrowed his brow. These people should be Huangfu Ling's most powerful assassins. Their martial arts skills were surprisingly impressive. No wonder they would be used as his last resort trump card.

  Nalan Xixi no longer hesitated. She rode her horse into the encirclement, ready to rescue Dugu Han and leave together.

  Nalan Xixi drew out the black long whip from his waist and swung it outward, striking down the surrounding enemies. Wherever the whip passed, the black-clad men let out mournful cries as they fell to the ground one after another. In an instant, a path was cleared.

  Suddenly a cold wind struck. Dugu's eyes dimmed and he let out a low groan. A patch of crimson appeared on his chest.

  Nalan Xinnuo Chao stretched out her hand, and Dugu Han grasped her icy hand and leapt onto her horse. Nalan Xinnuo Chao swung her whip behind her. The black long whip was like a black snake darting through the air. The man in black had nowhere to hide. Fresh blood splattered everywhere.

  Before long, the man in black had fallen to the ground. Narlan Xino urged her horse forward and galloped ahead.

  His tall body leaned weakly against her back. The chill of his body seeped through her clothes, making her shiver involuntarily.

  She turned back, only to see Dugu Han's lips pale white, his whole body trembling with fear, and the wound on his chest from being hit by a hidden weapon was still bleeding, the blood gradually turning into a dark blue color.

  Nalan Xixi's expression turned cold. How could she forget? The weapon of Huangfu Ling would never be non-toxic.

  Behind him, a black-clad man rode a horse in pursuit. Nalan Xianyu whipped the horse's back, and it galloped forward frantically. Before long, the black-clad man's mournful cry echoed through the air. A strong sword wind howled. Nalan Xianyu suddenly stumbled.

  Life is unpredictable. They should always be by Dugu Xian's side. But how could he get hurt again just now...

  Suddenly, Nalan Xian's eyes widened slightly. Ah, how did Huangfu Ling know that Dugu Han would come after her? At first, his target was indeed her. Those black-clothed men were sent to kill her.

  And she is safe and sound. The black-clad men shifted their target. There's only one possibility... they can't get close to her.

  Dugu Han sent the Black and White Impermanence Sect to her side to protect her. Assassins could not get close to her. So they shifted their target to deal with Dugu Han, who was inconvenient to act.

  A strong sense of guilt consumed her calmness. Nalan Xixi struggled to keep her eyes open, her eye sockets were red. Behind her, Dugu Han's body was still trembling in the cold. His head leaned weakly on her shoulder, already lifeless.

  "Don't fall asleep, hold on." Nalan Xixi's voice trembled slightly. Behind her, Dugu Han's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He seemed to have heard her words, but still couldn't open his eyes.

  "Dugu Han. Don't fall asleep. Did you hear that?" Her voice echoed in the cold and quiet mountain valley.

  Dugu Han's breathing grew weaker and weaker. In the sky, a sudden clap of thunder boomed, and heavy rain poured down. Nalan Xianyu's heart tightened, and she whipped the horse's back with all her might. The horse's back was already lacerated and bleeding, and it was using its last ounce of strength to gallop forward.

  In the distance, a black dot burst into view. It was a cave. Narlan Xizuo's eyes locked onto it. He grasped the reins and galloped forward.

  Suddenly, the horse let out a long whinny and crashed to the ground. Nalan Xiong was startled and grabbed Du Guo Han, leaping into the air. His toes lightly touched the horse's back before landing on the ground beside it.

  The rain pounded against their bodies, soaking them to the bone. Dugu Han's wound was still bleeding nonstop. His body was as cold as ice and snow. His tall and strong body leaned weakly against her small frame, almost drowning her.

  Nalan Xinerola carried him on her back, the hunger pangs making her dizzy. Rainwater hit her face, she couldn't open her eyes, and couldn't see the road ahead. She gritted her teeth, fresh blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. She walked step by step forward.

  "Dugu Han, you're not allowed to die. I don't want to owe you anything else..." The voice was drowned out by the rainwater. Dugu Han closed his eyes, his pale skin devoid of any color, like a delicate doll, breathtakingly handsome yet lifeless.

  "Don't die... please don't die." Tears gushed out of her eyes, mixing with the rainwater. It was only at moments like these that she dared to cry, when no one could see her crying, when no one could hear her pleading.

  She is the youngest female general. The number one in the special forces world. In people's eyes, she is an invincible iron-clad warrior. No emotions. No fear. Cold-blooded and unstoppable.

  She doesn't cry. It's just that her world doesn't believe in tears. Tears can't get anything. Only blood can make her survive. She doesn't beg for help. It's just that begging is humiliating. Nothing can be begged for. Nothing can be obtained by begging. The only way is to charge forward, no matter what kind of deep abyss lies ahead. As long as she advances with a expressionless face and without fear, there will be a glimmer of hope.

  But sometimes, some things cannot be exchanged for blood, ruthlessness, determination and fearlessness.

  She is most unwilling to owe anyone anything, especially emotions. Emotions are such things that once owed, it's hard to repay in a lifetime.

  But it's all because of you, Du Guhan. I owe you too much. Too much.

  Don't die, whatever you do. At least don't die because of me. Don't make me carry this burden anymore. It's too heavy.

  "Master, there's a cave here." A clear and crisp female voice sounded outside the cave.

  "Come on, Little Zhu." A male voice followed, with a hint of teasing in his gentle tone.

  "I told you not to call me Little Zhu, I want you to use my full name, Zhu Xiaolian." a discontented young man retorted.

  In a moment, three figures squeezed into the cave together. The girl looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old. She had two braids tied up. A red outfit. Red hair tie. Red makeup. Red clothes. Red shoes...

  A pair of bright and spirited eyes. Quick-witted and nimble, like a flame that ignites the atmosphere wherever they go.

  The young man, on the other hand, was dressed in black and always had a scowl on his face, as if he were displeased with everything. He was soaked to the bone, yet he carefully wiped his clothes with a handkerchief, as if trying to dry them off.

  And among them, a man stood elegantly at the entrance of the cave, wearing a green robe that was untouched by the rain. A pure and innocent smile, like that of a child, appeared on his handsome face. He held in his hands a colorful mushroom, as if it were a precious treasure.

  The three of them suddenly fell silent, staring at the two people lying motionless on the ground in front of them.

  "Master, business has arrived." The girl's eyes shone with radiance. Her clear voice echoed in the mountain cave.