Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) voice continued to echo in her ears. His words carried an invisible power and confidence, which made Pucha Ningran feel inexplicably at ease.

The sound seemed to penetrate the barrier of space and directly soothe her tense nerves, making her feel a wonderful calm at this moment, even though the surrounding environment was still full of uncertainty and crisis.

But Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) voice was like a warm current, slowly flowing into Pucha Ningran's heart. With the help of this warm current, all her fears and anxieties were dispelled.

"Trust me, sister-in-law, let big brother in!"

The voice of her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) appeared again, this time with more urgency and persistence. His words revealed an unquestionable trust, as if he was telling his beloved Pu Cha Ningran that everything was under control.

This firm tone penetrated Pucha Ningran's heart, and her hesitation and fear began to dissipate. She knew that since her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) said so, he must have his plans.

Pucha Ningran trusted her lover, trusted his abilities and the feelings between them, so she took a deep breath, and her heart was greatly comforted at this moment.

This comfort flowed slowly into her heart like a warm current, gradually calming her thoughts. She knew that her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) would not let her put herself in danger, and he would definitely protect her, just as she had absolute trust in him.

She tried her best to put on a smile on her pretty face. Although the nervousness and uneasiness in her heart were still there, she had to act as if nothing had happened and make the scene perfect.

Pucha Ningran looked at her husband Li Yangji with clear and firm eyes, as if they were a bottomless lake that prevented anyone from prying into the secrets at the bottom of the lake. Her eyes were like carefully carved gems, bright and deep.

"Yangji, if that's the case, then you should come inside and warm up."

Barely suppressing her inner panic, Pucha Ningran spoke to her husband Li Yangji in a seemingly natural and friendly tone. Her voice was light and soft like a spring breeze.

She tried to keep her voice calm, but there was still a slight tremor in her tone. This slight tremor was like an almost invisible string, swaying gently in the air, and only extremely careful people could detect it.

Li Yangji didn't seem to notice anything unusual about his wife Pucha Ningran. He retracted his gaze and turned to look at Pucha Ningran, smiled slightly, and spoke.

"Ahem...yeah, it's indeed a bit chilly today. I'll be in right away."

As he spoke, Li Yangji walked towards the house. His steps seemed a little heavy, as if he was carrying some important mission invisibly. The hem of his clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and his steps revealed a rhythm that was neither hurried nor slow.

As Li Yangji walked step by step into the house, Pu Cha Ningran followed closely behind him. She felt as if a taut string was stretched to the limit. Her heart was filled with worry about her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo). She prayed silently whether he had hidden himself deeply as planned and had not left any traces that might arouse her husband's suspicion.

Although her heart was as complicated as a tangled mess, Pucha Ningran forced herself to remain outwardly calm. Her steps were light and steady. She knew very well that any hasty step or careless glance could be a clue for Li Yangji to notice something was wrong.

Her expression was like a tranquil lake, calm and without a ripple revealing the fear in her heart. Facing her husband Li Yangji, she displayed the peace and composure that a wife should have, without letting Li Yangji notice any uneasiness.

Pucha Ningran followed quietly behind her husband Li Yangji. Her footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible. However, beneath this calm appearance, her heart was surging with waves.

A pair of delicate and slender hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes. This was the only way Pucha Ningran could express her inner nervousness. Her fingertips gently stroked the delicate fabric, as if this could slightly ease her tense nerves.

Her beautiful big eyes stared at Li Yangji's back, and she silently repeated the words of her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in her heart. Those words were like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the darkness in her heart and gradually calming her mood.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) once said to her: "No matter what happens, stay calm and everything will be fine." These words echoed in her heart like a spell, giving her strength and courage.

It was deeply engraved in her heart and became her motto in difficult situations. Whenever she felt fear and anxiety, this sentence would be like a ray of light, dispelling the haze in her heart and allowing her to regain her confidence.

Pu Cha Ningran knew very well that she had to hide her emotions and not let her husband Li Yangji notice anything unusual, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. She was clearly aware that if her husband Li Yangji noticed anything unusual.

That would cause a series of suspicions and might even lead to unpredictable disasters, so she had to be as solid as a fortress and not let any emotional cracks show on her appearance.

At this time, after entering the house, Li Yangji felt a mixture of agarwood and sandalwood fragrance coming towards him. His eyes were like sharp blades, scanning around the house, as if trying to find some clues from these still lifes.

However, Li Yangji's mind was not on these material furnishings. His eyes were sharp and scrutinizing, as if he was looking for someone. His brows were slightly furrowed, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

At the same time, Pucha stood in another corner of the room, her whole body trembling slightly, her delicate hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, her heart beating so fast that she was worried that her husband could hear it.

There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, with both fear and determination. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that her lover Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) would not be discovered by her husband Li Yangji.

However, the interior of the house was elegantly and warmly decorated, with antique furniture arranged in an orderly manner, exquisite landscape paintings hanging on the walls, and an oil lamp emitting a soft light, making the room warm and peaceful.

It all seemed so natural and so self-evident, as if this room had always been like this and there was nothing wrong with it. Li Yangji's eyes swept over these familiar objects.

He couldn't find anything unusual. Everything looked exactly as he remembered it, the arrangement of the furniture, the hanging of the paintings, the brightness of the lights. This environment made Li Yangji's tense nerves relax a little involuntarily.

His brows gradually relaxed, and the doubts in his heart seemed to slowly melt away in this warm and peaceful atmosphere. He began to feel that perhaps his doubts were unnecessary, and perhaps everything was just his over-suspicion.

"Cough cough cough..."

As he was watching, a sudden cough interrupted Li Yang's thoughts. He covered his chest and the expression on his face suddenly became distorted. The cough came quickly and violently, like an invisible storm, making him unable to control his voice.

His throat was itchy, and every cough seemed like he was going to cough out his internal organs. He tried hard to suppress the urge, but the coughing seemed to have a will of its own and he couldn't stop no matter what.

Li Yangji's eyes began to turn red and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He felt his breathing become rapid and difficult. The sudden cough made Li Yangji feel a little panic, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He felt dizzy, and Li Yang's eyes scanned the room eagerly, trying to find something to quench his thirst in this blurry vision. His throat felt like it was burned by fire, it was dry and painful, and he urgently needed water to moisten and cool it.

But just as he tried to focus his vision, the objects around him began to become blurry. The walls, furniture, and decorations seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and every tremor made him feel weak. He tried hard to steady himself, but to no avail.