noffsinger Chapter 150 She Doesn't Care About Me
Chapter 150 She Doesn't Care About Me
Then, they bound his limbs with shackles and placed him opposite them: "Come, let's play chess, Young Master Ling!"
An hour passed, and they didn't say a word.
Most of the time, however, Shang Hong's communication with Su Fengling was one-way in his mind.
Su Fengling was still staring at him, thinking about how to break the spell.
He couldn't wait for Zhongli Yueluo to come and see him in this disheveled state.
"Shang Hong, tell me how your brother died. I want to hear the details."
Su Fengling knew how to rub salt in people's wounds; his tone was flippant and his expression playful, though he couldn't see it.
Shang Hong seemed unable to hold back his anger whenever he heard about his brother.
Unable to control himself, he suddenly flipped the chessboard over, scattering chess pieces all over the floor.
Su Fengling seized the opportunity to grab two of them. Although he was shackled, his magic power was not sealed.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, two chess pieces flew out from the left and right, while the plum blossom dart was heading straight for Shang Hong's face.
Shang Hong's expression turned serious; he could feel the two chess pieces and the plum blossom dart coming with a strong wind.
He opened his mouth: "Young Master Ling, my essence is sound, have you forgotten?"
An invisible barrier seemed to rise in front of him, which must have been formed by the sound he had just made.
Since Su Fengling didn't feel any pain, it seems he can't balance defense and offense.
He forcefully opened the shackles with both hands, and knowing his weakness made things easier.
She crouched down, grabbed the chess pieces from the box, and scattered them away like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
Despite the excessive noise interfering with Shang Hong's perception, several chess pieces still managed to hit him.
However, Su Fengling was also seriously injured; those few blows were not enough to kill him.
At most, it will hit his joints, temporarily slowing his movements.
But essentially we should first shut his throat, which is still a bit difficult.
The thought of coming here out of spite and bravado only fueled his anger, which he had nowhere to vent.
He then threw several more plum blossom darts, which grazed Shang Hong's cheek.
As strands of his red hair were cut off one by one, Shang Hong suddenly burst into laughter.
It's as if you can see tangible sound waves spreading out like ripples on water.
The surrounding peach blossoms were shaken and scattered, then rolled up in a tornado shape and headed towards Su Fengling.
"Your Su family forced my brother to his death back then, and now you want to kill me too."
"I want to see what kind of faces the Su family will show when you, Young Master, die by my hand!"
Su Fengling had no idea what grudge Shang Hong had against their Su family's main branch.
The sound waves made his head throb with pain.
"Then tell me, what grudge do you have with the main branch of the Su family? And how did you kill your brother?"
Su Fengling loved to talk back, and even though he was already spitting blood, he still challenged him.
"Then you just listen, I want to see if your body can take it!"
It turns out that Shang Hong was actually a branch of the Su family. They were originally surnamed Su, one named Su Shang Hong and the other named Su Shang Yi.
They are also rare twins of the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan.
However, because of the birth of twins from the Su family, they were thrust into the spotlight.
If they are allowed to grow up, they will definitely threaten the status of their family in the future.
Therefore, they secretly plotted to kill Su Shangyi.
But neither Su Fengling nor Su Fengjun knew any of this. Was this a dirty power struggle?
They were able to ascend to the position of young lord by stepping on the bloodline of their clansmen.
Shang Hong was crying and laughing at the same time, while Su Fengling was already losing consciousness.
Suddenly, Su Fengling felt someone grab her neck and coughed twice with difficulty.
Shang Hong squinted; his eyes were empty and dim.
"I won't let you die now. I want to see who will save you. It'll be your ill-fated princess."
"You're so lucky, letting her be buried with you. You'll be living a carefree life in the netherworld."
"She won't come. Even if I die, she still has my brother. She doesn't care about me at all!"
She said this with a hint of defiance, but in her heart she really didn't want her to come.
"You're heartbroken. You actually fell for that princess."
"That's even better! I'll wait for her to come and let her die before you!"
Shang Hong laughed bitterly, and all the mountain peach blossoms swirled around the two of them.
The peach blossom petals were as sharp as blades, tearing Su Fengling's clothes to shreds.
Then, the valley returned to silence, and surprisingly, melodious piano music could be heard.
Then Shang Hong conjured a zither from somewhere, sat down, and began to play it with great elegance.
Zhongli Yueluo was, after all, connected with the rest of them on a spiritual level.
She would also feel it when one of them was excessively hurt.
She was on her way to the Xuanhun Cave, her heart throbbing with pain, an indescribable discomfort, a feeling of tightness in her chest.
Yan Ruoyu and Su Fengjun were preoccupied with other matters and did not accompany her.
He Yuhuan was traveling with her, but he sank into the river and disappeared halfway through the journey.
I don't know if I was attracted by something else or what?
Following that faint aura, Zhongli Yueluo quickly arrived at the border of Xuanhun Cave.
When she came in, she was also attracted by the surrounding environment.
In his imagination, the Xuanhun Cave must be a gloomy, dripping cave filled with monsters.
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, and the air was filled with the fragrance of mountain peaches.
But now is not the time to linger over the beautiful scenery; we still need to find Su Fengling as soon as possible.
She could sense that he wasn't dead yet, but his breath was extremely weak.
She followed the same path Su Fengling had taken and soon saw the pavilion.
His red hair and white clothes were truly eye-catching, and Zhongli Yueluo saw him from afar.
He was a handsome man, but he exuded a cold aura that made people hesitate to approach him.
She stood there observing him for a while; the man in the pavilion remained motionless, simply playing the zither.
I sensed Su Fengling's presence nearby, but I didn't see him.
At present, there seems to be only one possibility: he has been arrested by Shang Hong.
Shang Hong's voice still echoed in Zhongli Yueluo's mind: "Who goes there?"
"A person searching for her husband."
"Then you must be the princess of West Demon Mountain. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
In an instant, the music changed from melodious to urgent, and as the strings were plucked, the mountain peach trees shifted their positions to surround Zhongli Yueluo.
Then another person was dropped from the sky—it was Su Fengling, who was covered in wounds.
He slowly fell with the peach petals, landing in front of Zhongli Yueluo.
He seemed to be in a daze, and Zhongli Yueluo supported him with both hands.
Su Fengling felt a pair of warm hands, as if supporting him.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw that familiar face.
Realizing what had happened, he shoved her away abruptly, his voice icy: "Why did you come!"
Zhongli Yueluo ignored his temper and gently waved her hand, scattering the petals.