Phi-Fic Chapter 148 broke his heart
Chapter 148 broke his heart
"My sister didn't let me in." He stared at her with his round eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Zhongli Yueluo beckoned to him, and he reluctantly entered, closing the door behind him.
The sound of the door closing carried a certain emotion—a loud "bang."
The shadow guards on duty in the shadows were startled.
Zhongli Yueluo walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the calm river surface.
It was truly unintentional; so calm and composed.
Su Fengling silently walked up behind her, hugged her from behind, and rested his head on her shoulder.
He rubbed his chin against her shoulder, but didn't say a word.
She placed her hand on his and seemed to feel his hand trembling slightly.
It had no temperature; it was ice-cold.
She tried to pry his fingers apart, but he tightened his grip, his lips close to her earlobe, his voice low and husky.
With a hint of danger in her voice: "Sister, didn't I tell you? Don't hide anything from me!"
"No." Her voice, carried by the river breeze, had a thick nasal tone, sounding somewhat like she was being coquettish.
He forcefully turned her body around so she would face him, and seeing her red eyes and nose, his heart softened.
Her voice softened considerably: "Sister's eyes are so red, you must have suffered some injustice."
Then he pinched her chin and frowned slightly.
"Or is it that something unspeakable has happened between my sister and Yan Ruoyu?"
"There's nothing between Ruoyu and me." She lowered her eyes, her gaze somewhat evasive.
The truth is that nothing really happened, but those small things were big deals to Su Fengling.
"Ruoyu! Ruoyu! You call her that so sweetly." He lowered his voice, somewhat angry.
He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with jealousy and unease.
"Su Fengling!" She shoved him hard, seemingly because she had spoiled him too much before.
With that hard push from her, his lost rationality gradually returned to normal, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
He tentatively met her eyes, but saw indifference and aloofness in them.
He grasped Zhongli Yueluo's shoulders with both hands, but this time it was very gentle.
Her face was full of embarrassment: "Sister." She tried to coax him.
"I think you should call me princess for the next few days. You should know your place, Su Fengling."
She kept her eyes half-closed, not even looking at him directly, and gently brushed his hand away.
His hands hung limply at his sides, his lips trembled, and he felt a lump in his throat, an indescribable tightness in his chest.
He took two deep breaths, wanting to say something, but then swallowed his words as he looked at her cold profile.
"Okay, I understand, sister, oh no, princess, I'm going out now. You get some rest."
His voice was cold, and his eyes were red.
He just wanted to keep the secrets between them, but she wouldn't tell him anything.
Is this what you call being completely honest and having no secrets? Humph!
Two hours later, he sat alone on the edge of the deck, twirling a plum blossom dart in his fingers, staring blankly into the distance.
A butterfly slowly landed on his fingertip, gradually transforming into a few words.
He muttered, "The Xuanhun Cave, huh? We don't need you. We can manage on our own. It was just me and my brother to begin with!"
Miao Qing came out of the room, glanced at him from the other side of the deck, and didn't think too much about it.
Then a beam of white light disappeared into the night sky, and no one except Miao Qing noticed his disappearance.
They were all resting because they didn't eat dinner together.
Even when they gathered together early the next morning, they still hadn't seen Su Fengling.
Zhongli Yueluo still asked with some concern, "Feng Jun, where is my younger brother?"
"He's not with the princess?" He was somewhat surprised.
His brother always liked to stick close to Zhongli Yueluo, so why is the princess asking him about it today?
She was taken aback; they hadn't seen each other since their minor argument yesterday.
He glanced at Yan Ruoyu again, and shook his head as well.
Where did this guy go? Their journey was already fraught with danger, and then he suddenly disappeared.
Miao Qing overheard them talking about Su Fengling from outside the door.
He stood at the door: "Ling Shaojun left last night, didn't you know?"
Who knows? He didn't tell anyone, and the others looked at him with resentment.
Miao Qing frowned, thinking to herself, "No way! He's going to have to take the blame for this?"
"Where did he go? Did you see him clearly?" Zhongli Yueluo was anxious. Although he was indeed very strong, there was always someone stronger.
"I only saw butterflies fluttering around him, and then he disappeared."
"Speaking of which, that direction is exactly where we're headed."
Zhongli Yueluo and Yan Ruoyu exchanged a glance and simultaneously uttered three words: "Mysterious Soul Cave!"
They haven't figured out a strategy yet on how to deal with Shang Hong.
His voice is extremely difficult to deal with; going alone would definitely not work, he's really a worry.
Su Fengjun also frowned; they had already sacrificed too much for him.
And his younger brother is a real headache.
"Princess, please let me go and bring my brother back." Su Fengjun hadn't even finished her meal when she slammed her hand on the table and was about to leave.
“Don’t go. It’s all because of me. I had a fight with him last night, and he might still be holding a grudge.”
Zhongli Yueluo held her chopsticks, reflecting that perhaps she had spoken too harshly.
“Princess, none of us in our group can withstand the power of the Sound Magic. Going there rashly might be unwise.”
Yan Ruoyu took her hand
While they were still discussing countermeasures, Su Fengling had already single-handedly entered the territory of the Xuanhun Cave.
This place is completely unrelated to its name. Here, peach trees spread across the mountains, green grass grows in abundance, the water is clear, and the mountains are bright.
Su Fengling was stunned, never imagining that there was such a place in Ghost Sorrow Abyss.
He followed the scent and wandered through the peach grove. Although the scenery was beautiful, the wind blowing was chilly.
It seemed to be filled with endless resentment, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
Then, in the distance, a pavilion came into view, and at the end of the corridor connected to the pavilion, there was a gazebo.
The pavilion was draped with fluttering gauze curtains, and a person was sitting inside.
The man had red hair and a handsome face, wore a white robe, and held a chess piece in his hand, but there was no one opposite him.
Su Fengling was taken aback. If the person in front of him was indeed Shang Hong, then he was indeed different from what he had imagined.
He believed that Shang Hong must be a monster with sharp teeth and distorted facial features.
Before Su Fengling even got close, just as he stopped, the peach petals at his feet suddenly fluttered down.
It became like a sharp blade, spinning as it attacked him.
But it seemed they didn't intend to take his life; they just tore his robes to shreds.
He parried with his sword, creating a colorless barrier around him, from which peach petals rustled.
After fighting the peach blossom formation for a while, Shang Hong's voice rang in his mind.
"Is the visitor a friend or foe?"
Su Fengling replied: "Su Fengling of the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan!"
Shang Hong scoffed: "Then it's a fight to the death."