You Ying didn’t like won.
To be more precise, he hated won.
Except for his own mother, he felt a deep disgust toward any other woman. No matter how beautiful they were, in his mind they were no different from pig at at a butcher shop covered in flies.
But at this mont, he had to admit that the woman sitting in the carriage, carefully sewing clothing, carried an inexplicable sense of beauty.
Because the carriage curtain was always pulled open, and he perpetually followed behind the second carriage, he had the opportunity to observe the simple and elegant woman inside as they traveled.
Gradually, he found it difficult to tear his gaze away.
He had seen countless stunning won—so enchanting, so aloof, so delicate...
But on Immortal Master’s bed, they were nothing but superficial and vulgar vessels chasing indulgence.
This woman, however, felt different.
She carried an aura of purity—a cleanliness as if untouched by worldly desires, reminiscent of a newborn baby, untainted and truly lotus-like, born in mud yet remaining unsullied.
To such an extent that even when Jiang Shouzhong and the others left to investigate, he did not follow them. Instead, as if driven by a mysterious force, he made his way to Dugu Luoxue’s carriage.
What’s more, he brazenly sat right before her.
He tried to detect panic or distress on her face, but she remained utterly calm.
This didn’t bother You Ying.
He had encountered many won with incredible composure. Back when he helped Immortal Master capture pri Tool Girls, there was even a wealthy young lady who had spat right on his face with remarkable poise.
Of course, that young lady had later been toyed with and then turned into a lifeless puppet by Immortal Master.
At this mont, the woman’s forced calmness only pleased him.
You Ying glanced at the sleeping Tan Shuangshuang, then fixed his gaze on Dugu Luoxue’s serene jade-like face and said, "Have you ever thought that one day your fate might suddenly change, and you’d be unable to resist it?"
Dugu Luoxue tilted her little head, looking at him curiously.
You Ying pulled down the mask covering his face.
He had never revealed his true face to anyone before, but this ti, he made an exception.
His face was handso yet pale.
If he dressed in scholar robes and wielded a folding fan, he would resemble a refined gentleman capable of enchanting many won.
You Ying picked up an apple from beside him, weighed it in his hand twice, then slightly curled his lips, exposing pristine teeth:
"I don’t care what your na is, what your identity is, whose woman you are, or whether you have children... From today onward, you are my woman."
You Ying took a bite of the apple and smiled as he continued, "I’m not asking for your opinion; I’m rely announcing my decision. Of course, you can disagree, but you can’t refuse."
You Ying relished his dominance.
Especially when facing a woman he felt so initial affection for, he believed his assertiveness was a form of charm, a "gentle" ans of conquering her.
Dugu Luoxue rely smiled, lowered her gaze, and continued sewing.
You Ying glanced at the murky forest outside the carriage window and spoke softly:
"For now, I can’t be with you. Otherwise, that old man would surely turn you into a Tool Girl. In three months, my contract with that old man will end. When the ti cos, I’ll take you away from Dazhou—to Loulan...
I have a house there that my mother once lived in. When I was little, I hated that place, but later, I missed it deeply."
You Ying’s gaze wandered, as if lost in childhood mories.
His eyes rested on the serene Dugu Luoxue, and he let out a sigh:
"The Jianghu may be vast and exciting, but I’ve grown weary of it. Luckily, God hasn’t been too cruel to . He sent such a gift—perhaps a sign that it’s ti for to leave the Jianghu.
I will cherish you, and I won’t let you suffer even the slightest harm. But for now..."
You Ying put his mask back on, the dark and eerie atmosphere emanating from him once more, like a shadow lurking in the night.
He said to Dugu Luoxue, "I will make sure that man dies swiftly—as a token of my compensation to you."
The man You Ying referred to was naturally Jiang Shouzhong.
He placed the half-eaten apple beside him and spoke gently, "You can choose to run away, but... you will inevitably return to . If you don’t believe , let’s make a bet."
With those words, the man vanished like a ghost, disappearing from the carriage.
You Ying’s toes skimd tree branches as he noiselessly darted through the dense forest, pursuing the direction where Jiang Shouzhong and the others had headed.
Soon, he spotted General He and his n.
Jiang Shouzhong and his companions had already been surrounded.
You Ying did not act rashly but instead concealed himself on a tree branch, laying low like a perched bat, his cold gaze quietly watching the trio engulfed by soldiers in Divine Armor.
He waited—for General He’s n to probe Jiang Shouzhong’s cultivation level.
As for how many of General He’s n would perish, he did not care.
So long as he confird Jiang Shouzhong posed no threat, he would snap his head off and subdue the two fairly attractive young won, delivering them to Immortal Master’s bed.
And his mission would be completed.
Suddenly, You Ying felt the branch beneath him tremble slightly.
The man was instantly alard; turning around, he was stunned to see the apple he had eaten earlier now silently resting upon the branch.
A snowflake gently descended from the sky afterward.
You Ying was gripped by cold dread.
Stiffly turning his body, he saw Dugu Luoxue gracefully perched mid-air like a Fairy.
The woman calmly gazed at him, holding the embroidery needle she had been using to sew, as pristine snowflakes swirled around her.
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