"What? To stay in the Blackwater Forest forever with my family?"
Mr. Rhode was stunned. Utterly stunned!
He doubted if his ears were malfunctioning, or if he was still dreaming curled up in his straw nest, not yet awake.
Only when the corpses of his beloved wife, daughter, and aged father (who had been put out of their misery before coming) were dragged over and hung upside down from the treetops at the edge of the forest did Rhode suddenly come to his senses.
"No—"
Rhode let out a shriek, indescribable by any human language, and sprang up from the snow.
His face contorted like a demon's, his eyes bloodshot and burning, roaring like Satan incarnate, he raised his hands and lunged fiercely at Benjamin.
He roared, "You beasts, how could you do this to me? I've risked life and limb for the Rhode family, made so many contributions! Not only did you deny me what I deserved, but you colluded with the Eastern Lands to slaughter my family! Die, all of you, die!"
Whoosh—
As Rhode lunged ferociously at Benjamin, he suddenly heard the sound of an incredibly sharp blade slicing through the air.
Yet, it was as if he hadn't heard it.
But he was certain he had flown up miraculously.
Like God looking down upon tiny humans!
Rhode looked down at Benjamin, at Li Wujiang shouldering a cleaver, at everyone present!
He roared savagely, "I will slaughter every last one of you."
Then—
Witnessed by so many people at the scene, Rhode's head, like a ball, fell from mid-air onto the hard, icy snow. It bounced seven or eight times before coming to a halt, wobbled a few times, and then lay still.
Benjamin and the others stood there, dumbfounded, looking at the cleaver Li Wujiang held on his left shoulder.
Among so many people present, not a single one had captured Li Wujiang's movement of the blade.
At least.
Benjamin could swear to God: "Li Wujiang, with the cleaver on his shoulder, didn't move at all!"
So, who had decapitated Rhode?
"What a swift blade."
Behind a tree on the northwest side of the Blackwater Forest, Luo Huayin, holding a thermal imaging scope, felt her heart flutter uncontrollably.
She murmured, "This strike! Only the God of War, Li Wujiang, could possibly unleash it. My mother and Yang Xiao couldn't do it. Even that man in the Dragon Ruins who's always surrounded by women couldn't deliver such a strike anymore! In his prime, Li Wujiang was undoubtedly the number one expert in the world!"
Yes.
This white figure, perfectly blended with its surroundings, was Luo Huayin.
She could approach the Blackwater Forest so stealthily because Li Wujiang had withdrawn the Dark Blade Squadron that had surrounded it.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to approach the Blackwater Forest with drones constantly patrolling.
She lowered her scope and looked back at the snowmobile.
It was laden with a large amount of supplies.
This was also the fundamental reason she could alone survive the thousand-mile snowy plains within the Arctic Circle and return to the mainland.
Luo Huayin slowly walked to the front of the snowmobile, unfolded the thick cotton quilt, and slowly snuggled into it. She had been sleeping here before dawn.
During the days she had traveled south alone, she had constantly pondered one question.
That is—
Why had Old Six and the others suddenly gone mad and attacked her like hungry wolves?
She had already captured Li Qianfan alive. As long as she could evade satellite surveillance in the Arctic Circle and return to their stronghold, her fate and the fate of the entire War Demon Hall would undergo a qualitative change. A change for the better!
But who knew what happened that day, Old Eight suddenly self-mutilated. Old Six, who had sworn allegiance to her, chopped off Old Eight's head and then jointly attacked her. Fortunately, Luo Huayin's skills were high enough, and she was quick on her long legs and utilized the harsh environment to kill Old Six and the others one by one. But she was also injured. Thank heavens. When Luo Huayin finally crawled back to the "camp," although Li Qianfan and Murong Mingyuan had escaped amidst the chaos as she expected, they hadn't burned the supplies. Otherwise, an injured Luo Huayin would have been doomed on the deserted Arctic snow plains!
(This incident also shows that Li Qianfan and Murong Mingyuan were too inexperienced. If it were Li Wujiang, Su Nanyin, or even Du Junlin, they would have destroyed all supplies before retreating.)
With a large supply of provisions, Luo Huayin healed her injuries alone in the Arctic Circle for several days before returning south alone. A long trek! Tonight, as she finally arrived at the edge of the Blackwater Forest, Li Wujiang had coincidentally withdrawn the Dark Blade Squadron.
Luo Huayin was far from Li Wujiang's location. But through her scope, she could clearly see the situation on their side, illuminated by the bright car headlights. Li Wujiang and his group, however, could not see Luo Huayin.
"Alas. Why did Old Eight and the others go mad back then?"
Luo Huayin stared blankly at the starry sky, muttering to herself, just like on past nights. Gradually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The fox mask on her face was gone. It had been lost somewhere during her fight with Old Six and the others. And she had also made plans to go without a mask from now on. That is— she would go to the Eastern Lands in her true form!
Starlight fell on her face. A small face, no bigger than her palm, looked childishly immature, yet her brows exuded a natural, seductive charm! Even a blind person could tell she was not yet twenty years old. Yes. Luo Huayin was currently 19 years old. As for her past claim that her age allowed her to be Li Qianfan's aunt, it was pure nonsense. Although Luo Huayin was only 19, her height, and especially her figure, was no less than that of the Maomaochong sisters! It couldn't be helped. Her unique physique dictated that her delicate body would fully develop after turning eighteen. This was the most orthodox bloodline of the Misty Valley! While Zhuang Chun and Shen Piaomiao, who inherited from the Zhuang Xian lineage, remained flat-chested like bean sprouts until they were twenty-three. Only after marriage would they fully bloom.
The most crucial thing was. No one knew where the problem lay, but both Zhuang Wujian and Luo Huayin experienced changes in their tailbones after turning eighteen. Zhuang Chun and Shen Piaomiao, however, only had tailbone changes in their twenties (after having children, their tailbones would degenerate. But Zhuang Wujian's tailbone remained unchanged even years after giving birth to Luo Huayin.)
The wind blew—
It was a bit cold!
Asleep, Luo Huayin subconsciously clutched the quilt, covering her face, which could be described as a national calamity. But half an hour later, she habitually reached back and pulled something out.
It was a tail—
A white, fluffy fox tail!! Whenever she slept, she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't pull out the fox tail. Of course, this was mainly because her subconscious mind knew very well that she was sleeping alone and no one would see her.
The night wind continued to blow. It dispersed the white fluff on the fox tail. It blew eastward, towards the direction of the sun!
Dawn was breaking.
Heralding the start of a new day. Today was the day of the Miao family's great-grandson's hundredth-day banquet.
In the hospital managed by Old Tang, in a special care unit with no patients, Tang Xiaoni, who had come to see Li Qianfan late last night, was once again demonstrating her ferocious and invincible 2 minutes and 50 seconds.
There was a reflection in the window glass. A white gourd was trembling continuously on the cabinet. Just as it was about to be crushed, Li Qianfan picked it up and placed it on the cabinet. Leaning against the wall, it was fine.
Finally. After Tang Xiaoni had "died" 88 times, she achieved ultimate victory!
A while later. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the pair of pitiful size 35 feet on Li Qianfan's shoulder, her seductive eyes languidly asking, "Now, are you convinced?"
Convinced. Anyone facing a novice but addicted doll would surrender without a fight; that was his only fate!
Li Qianfan picked her up and walked into the bathroom. Hot water from the showerhead sprinkled down. It felt comfortable on the skin. Hooking her arms around Li Qianfan's neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, Tang Xiaoni hummed contentedly and couldn't help but become seductive again.
*Slap*. Li Qianfan slapped her lightly, reminding her not to be indecent! When they played house as children, why hadn't she shown such an addiction?
Tang Xiaoni pouted and said in a drawling voice, "Brother Qianfan, I have to go. My flight is at eight. What time is it now?"
Now it was—
Li Qianfan didn't say a word and, like bathing a pig, quickly scrubbed the doll. He carried her out, quickly helped her get dressed, and then squatted down to help her put on her shoes. Such small and cute feet.
"Remember me, Brother Qianfan."
Amidst Sister Fang's repeated calls urging her, Tang Xiaoni, reluctantly, stood on a chair and kissed him repeatedly before reluctantly leaving.
*Phew*. Finally sent this little novice away! As Li Qianfan exhaled, he felt a sense of dreamlike disbelief. Even amidst the mess, he couldn't believe that he had "done it" with Little Ni Tang. Alas. Men, indeed, are all bad! Especially the men of the Si Jiu Miao family—
Li Qianfan dressed neatly, accompanied her in the ward of Zhai Xing for half an hour, and then quickly left. Li Xiufang and others had been waiting for a long time.
"Let's go visit the Miao family." Li Qianfan said faintly and got into the car.