The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 174 - 174 So Beautiful

174 So Beautiful

In unison, they dropped to one knee and cupped their hands.

The long sabers that had long tasted countless mouthfuls of blood were unsheathed at this mont, flashing with a murderous aura.

The old and young n were overflowing with cold air, but Young Master Xia was still smiling.

To Young Master Xia, these hundreds of lives seed insignificant. It was just a lift of his finger, like the red plum that he had casually broken.

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Since they were weak, they were destined to be ravaged.

Since they were lowly, they were destined to be trampled on.

This was life.

“Caw…”

In the distance, the sound of crows seed to return. The old man who was kneeling on one knee was about to get up when he heard a high female voice outside the window. “Young Master Xia, my lady asked to deliver a ssage!”

In the snow, even if the girl tried her best to shout, her voice was still blown away by the cold wind.

Juan Bi stood at the entrance of the guest courtyard, wearing a large and thick cloak. She held a small glass lantern in one hand and looked at the beautiful young man standing by the window.

Her right hand gripped the handle of the lantern tightly inside her cloak. A chill ran down her neck, and she felt as if pairs of eyes were staring at her from the darkness.

Young Master Xia’s face was half turned away, his gaze lowered. He did not even look up, and was like a carved jade statue.

A snowflake landed gently on the tip of his nose, but he remained motionless.

Outside the window, there was a white snowstorm. The sky was silver, and the young man was hidden behind the dark window, only half of his chin exposed in the snow.

This window was like a clear line that divided the inside of the window into two worlds.

Just looking at the person behind the window made Juan Bi feel a little afraid. Her heart was pounding so hard that it was about to jump out of her chest, but her expression was very determined.

“Don’t worry.”

Her lady’s soft words echoed in her ears again with soothing power.

Juan Bi silently counted in her head. One, two, three.

Seeing that there was no movent behind the window, she trembled and took a few more steps in Young Master Xia’s direction with the lantern. At the sa ti, she reached out her left hand, hidden in her cloak, and unfolded her fist, palm up.

In the center of her palm, which was red from the cold, lay a small snow-white paper crane.

The whistling wind blew past, and the paper crane was gently blown upward.

The mont it left her palm, the paper crane spread its wings as if it were alive and flew in the direction of the window with the wind.

In the dim yellow flickering light, the white paper crane seed to flash with a sparkling, dreamlike shimr.

The cold wind was strong, almost tearing apart the dense plum blossoms on the branches and pulling them off. However, the small and fragile paper crane was exceptionally gentle. It gently flew all the way to the dark window.

“…” Juan Bi’s eyes widened as she silently exclaid in disbelief.

Not only Juan Bi, but even Young Master Xia found it novel. For the first ti, a crack appeared in his smile.

It was no longer a seductive and feminine smile, but an exclamation.

Young Master Xia, who had been as still as a mountain, finally moved. His left hand, which was wearing a blood ring, rose again, palm flat.

The paper crane without the painted eyes landed shakily in his palm. Its thin paper wings fluttered with the wind. It was unknown if they were flapping on their own or if the wind was moving them.

The old and the young in the room also saw the paper crane fly over. A trace of surprise flashed across their eyes before they cald down.

They were not newbies anymore. They had traveled the world and stepped through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They had seen many strange people and had heard and witnessed the thods of those Taoist priests and monks.

The paper crane stopped in Young Master Xia’s palm. He gently pinched one of the paper crane’s wings with his other hand, and a hint of amusent appeared on his blood-stained red lips.

Interesting.

That was all.

The young man’s eyes were still cold, calm, and indifferent. His heart did not waver because of this magical paper crane.

Since he had already made his decision, he did not like to change it. They were just so ants. So what if they died?

He shook a corner of the paper crane, but it seed to have lost its “life” and was lifeless.

It had beco the most ordinary origami.

The corners of Young Master Xia’s lips drooped slightly, his interest waning, but he still slowly unfolded the paper crane.