Although Du Junlin knew very well that she was no match for Li Qianfan in her injured and especially blood-losing state.
Then—
If I can't marry you, then I'll die by your hand!
Only in this way could Du Junlin draw a perfect end to twenty-one years of preserving her heart like jade.
The moment Du Junlin lunged at Li Qianfan, she unleashed all the strength she could muster in her current condition.
She left not a single shred of retreat for Li Qianfan, nor for herself.
Li Qianfan's expression changed.
After pushing Mo Hongti away, he raised his hands in a cross, blocking Du Junlin's full-force kick.
Bang!
With a muffled sound of foot and wrist colliding, Du Junlin, who was airborne, did not land.
She merely used the rebound from Li Qianfan blocking her right foot to pivot her shoulder and twist her waist, and in the instant of falling, her left foot shot out like lightning, sweeping towards Li Qianfan's temple.
A killing blow.
Still with all her might, mercilessly, and leaving no room for herself to retreat.
Li Qianfan timely bent his waist and leaned back.
Du Junlin's left foot, almost brushing his nose, swept past fiercely.
Bang.
Crack!
Du Junlin's missed left foot heavily struck the wall and a small parasol tree about the thickness of a teacup.
The parasol tree was broken in half.
The crown of the tree flew towards Mo Hongti.
Terrified, Mo Hongti scrambled and crawled out of the courtyard gate.
Peng—
The crown of the parasol tree landed, kicking up some dust.
Witnessing all this, Mo Hongti still couldn't believe that Du Junlin was so formidable.
This was even when Du Junlin was injured and had lost so much blood.
If she hadn't been ambushed, how terrifying would her combat power be?
Mo Hongti finally began to believe—
If Du Junlin hadn't been solely focused on Li Qianfan, with her mind not concentrated, those assassins would never have gotten within a hundred meters of her. This was not an exaggeration.
"To think there are such powerful girls in the world."
As Mo Hongti murmured to herself, she noticed two more people outside the courtyard gate.
Two women.
One was petite, her hair was somewhat white, yet she looked like she could be thirty, forty, or even fifty.
The other was an extremely beautiful young woman who looked at most around thirty.
Snow-white skin.
Mo Hongti had never seen any woman's skin as good as this woman's.
Who were they?
Mo Hongti looked at them.
They, however, did not look at Mo Hongti, but frowned at Li Qianfan and Du Junlin in the courtyard, who were "fighting to the death."
Bang!
Bang bang—
The muffled sounds of continuous fierce punches and kicks echoed incessantly.
Yet there were no sharp shouts, nor were there any cries of pain.
Li Qianfan and Du Junlin fought to the death in silence.
Watching, Mo Hongti felt her eyes blur, and an urge to dry heave came over her.
Even Zhang Bao's face was pale.
His legs were trembling.
Bang!
Another muffled sound, as if bones were about to break, was heard. Mo Hongti, who had lowered her head and was patting her chest, looked up.
She saw Li Qianfan being kicked flying by Du Junlin.
Duang.
Li Qianfan's back hit the east wall heavily, the wall seemed to shimmer, and he opened his mouth.
Wah!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Mo Hongti cried out in alarm, and was about to rush in, "Little brother!"
But as she was about to dash into the doorway, her arm was grabbed.
It was Yamaoka Yachiharu.
As Mo Hongti looked back, Du Junlin, with her left knee bent and her body forming an inverted triangle, had heavily slammed into Li Qianfan's abdomen.
Li Qianfan, who had just vomited blood, had no time to dodge.
He could only open his mouth again—
Wah!
A mouthful of blood sprayed all over Du Junlin's face and into her embrace.
White clothes stained with blood.
Du Junlin did not stop for a moment, her right hand like a claw, grasping Li Qianfan's throat bone.
The young woman outside the courtyard gate saw this and yelled, "Little sister! Stop!"
Yamaoka Yachiharu, however, remained calm.
Because she could see that even if the young woman hadn't intervened, Du Junlin would never have crushed Li Qianfan's throat.
Yamaoka Yachiharu could also see—
The reason Li Qianfan suffered successive heavy blows was that he saw the signs of Du Junlin's exhaustion from blood loss. If they continued to fight like this, even if she survived, her vital energy would be greatly depleted, so he had voluntarily held back and was willing to be injured.
How could Du Junlin not know?
Her right hand, which was holding Li Qianfan's throat, trembled incessantly.
Her pale face began to take on a deathly gray hue, her eyes filled with despair.
She asked softly, "You'd rather die by my hand than marry me. Is that right?"
Li Qianfan, his mouth full of blood, smiled, "I'm sorry."
He paused.
He met Du Junlin's gaze and said again, "First, my wife is Su Ziyu. Second, I have never touched any woman until now. Du Junlin, you kept your heart pure for me. Haven't I also kept myself pure for you? But we are truly not suitable."
Gulp.
Another mouthful of blood welled up from Li Qianfan's mouth.
He closed his eyes.
Du Junlin also released her hand.
Li Qianfan, sliding along the wall, slowly sank to the ground, his head drooping onto his shoulder.
"Little brother!"
Mo Hongti let out an extremely piercing scream, broke free from Yamaoka Yachiharu, and rushed towards Li Qianfan. Kuai Shu Ge.
Dong!
She knelt heavily on the ground.
Her fair knees were directly scraped open.
Yet she felt no pain, and taking Li Qianfan into her arms, she looked back and cried, "Zhang Bao, drive! Take him to the hospital!"
Amidst Mo Hongti's shouts, Du Junlin suddenly closed her eyes, but her back remained straight, and she fell backward stiffly.
Mo Hongti, her eyes blurry with tears, saw a flash before her eyes.
It was Yamaoka Yachiharu who had quickly rushed forward and caught Du Junlin.
"Little sister!"
"Li Qianfan!"
"Alas—"
Shen Yun, one of Du Junlin's elder sisters, ran over, stomped her feet anxiously, and didn't know what to do.
She was in the capital on business today when she suddenly received a call from home saying her little sister had run off here and might try to kill Li Qianfan.
Shen Yun hurried to contact Du Junlin, but no one answered.
She then managed to contact Yamaoka Yachiharu, and they both rushed to Liujia Yu.
Compared to her deadly younger sister, Du Junlin, Shen Yun was a proper lady, very much like her mother, Su Nanyin.
When Yamaoka Yachiharu arrived at Liujia Yu and saw the corpses of Bai Gou and the others at the village entrance, she realized something had gone wrong.
Fortunately.
Not only had Li Qianfan arrived, but she had also arrived not too late.
"They are both fine."
After taking the pulse of both Li Qianfan and Du Junlin, Yamaoka Yachiharu breathed a sigh of relief. "Qianfan only has internal injuries, and Junlin has lost too much blood. After three to five days of rest, they will be fine."
Shen Yun nodded and asked, "Auntie Yachiharu, what should we do now?"
"Let's go!"
Yamaoka Yachiharu picked up Du Junlin and turned to leave. "If we don't leave now, are we going to wait for Li Wujiang to arrive? That wicked woman will surely cripple Junlin if she sees her son spitting blood."
"Oh, oh,"
Shen Yun took two steps and then turned back, "But what about Qianfan?"
"He won't die! Hurry up and go."
Yamaoka Yachiharu did not slow her pace, walking quickly out the door.
"Alas!"
Shen Yun stomped her feet again, but ran back to Li Qianfan, squatted down to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said to Mo Hongti, who was holding him, "Sister, take good care of him. If anything happens, call me."
As she spoke, she gave Mo Hongti a business card, then stood up and hurried out.
Mo Hongti turned back and shouted hoarsely at Zhang Bao, "Zhang Bao! Are you an idiot? Hurry up and drive my brother to the hospital!"
Zhang Bao, who had been standing there blankly at the door, was jolted awake by the scolding.
He turned and ran.
But in his haste, he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.
Half of his front teeth flew far away.
He didn't care about anything else, scrambled to his feet, and sprinted towards the village entrance.
At the village entrance.
As Yamaoka Yachiharu, carrying Du Junlin, got into the car, she cursed at Shen Yun, "Hesitant and indecisive, what are you dawdling for? No wonder no man wants you! Any later, and Li Wujiang will be here!"
Shen Yun blushed.
She hurriedly started the car.
The car roared south, along the orchard path.
In the adjacent courtyard—
Ye Tianjiao clutched Li Wujiang's arm tightly.