Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Murong Hui looked up at the mountain path. The blizzard had piled up several inches thick on the path, and the sky was gradually getting dark. It was really a risky thing to go up the mountain at this time.

The white horse kicked its hooves anxiously under his crotch, its face full of disgust, almost like it was speaking human language.

Murong Hui smiled and rubbed the white horse's mane, saying softly:

"Don't be afraid, I will bring you to Fahua Temple safely."

The gate of Qingquan Villa suddenly opened a gap allowing one person to enter or exit.

A fat lady holding a lantern trotted up to Murong Hui's horse and tiptoed to hand him the lantern:

"My princess said that it's a dark, windy, and snowy night, so this lantern will help the eleventh prince find his way."

Murong Hui took the lantern with a mixture of laughter and tears. Just as he was about to thank her, the fat lady hurriedly turned around and trotted into the gate of the villa. With a bang, the gate closed again.

A little concerned, but not much.

The handsome young man in black gazed at the lights gradually fading away in the villa and sighed silently.

Then he turned around and looked at the Fahua Temple looming on the mountainside. He gripped the reins tightly in one hand and held the lantern in the other. He kicked the white horse lightly with his feet, and without the whip, the horse ran briskly towards the mountain path.

The sky gradually turned dark, the wind howled violently, and the blizzard came down like a blanket.

The blizzard raged on the vast Qingquan Mountain. The mountain road was winding like a long snake tumbling in the wind and snow.

Murong Hui was dressed in black, which formed a sharp contrast with the white horse, and looked like the finishing touch of an ink painting in the snow.

He held a bright lantern in his hand, the flame flickering in the wind and snow, illuminating the mountain road ahead for him.

As he moved forward, the light from the lantern cast an arc across the mountain path, adding to the mystery.

Murong Hui was the only one on the mountain path. From an angle where no one could see, his pupils changed quietly.

His originally round pupils slowly turned into vertical pupils, as strange as the pupils of an animal. This change did not affect his handsomeness, but instead added a bit of indescribable evil charm to him.

In the bamboo building of Qingquan Villa, Yue Ran untied his almost soaked cloak, stood in front of the window, looked at the light gradually fading away on the distant mountain path, then turned around and went downstairs.

"Master Kui, is the mountain path easy to walk on?"

The old man Xu, the goat guarding outside the bamboo building, narrowed his eyes, looked at the heavy snow, and then spoke:

"If the weather is fine, the trails in Qingquan Mountain are wide and often maintained, so driving at night is not a problem. But today, it's hard to say."

Yue Ran also knew that in such a snowstorm, it was actually very dangerous for Murong Hui to walk alone on the mountain road.

She thought that his so-called order to go to the Fahua Temple to light the eternal lamp was just an excuse, but she didn't expect that he would choose to go into the mountains in the heavy snow instead of returning to the capital by the same route.

"Tsk, Master Kui, send the yellow lion out to follow Murong Hui and make sure he doesn't fall to death on the way!"

Yue Ran pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

Although Murong Hui was from Beiliang, it would be difficult for the Great Chu to explain if the hostage fell to his death on the mountain road.

I don't know what this person is doing here.

Kuiye smiled and nodded as he left. He then went to the young man who had just lost his fur coat and was in a bad mood.

"Shan Yazi, the princess told Huang Shi to go out and follow the man just now, and don't let him fall to his death in front of our door."

Upon hearing this, Shan Yazi, although reluctant, still went to the kennel of the villa and opened the door:

"Yellow Lion, come!"

A huge shadow jumped out, stood up, put its front legs on the boy's shoulders, stuck out its tongue and looked at the boy flatteringly. Upon closer inspection, it was a giant furry yellow dog.

The mountain boy rubbed the yellow lion's big head and pointed to the light on the mountain road in the distance:

"The princess said that you have to protect that person. When he arrives at the Fahua Temple, you should go home obediently. The family will leave a big pot of meat for you to eat!"

The yellow lion stuck out its tongue and looked at the lanterns going away on the mountain path. It barked twice, then let go of the boy and ran quickly towards the mountain path.

At this moment on the mountain road, Murong Hui pulled the reins and stopped temporarily.

It was already difficult to see the road on the mountain, and the lantern in his hand was the only source of light on the entire mountain path.

The strong wind blew countless snowflakes towards him.

In the storm that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, Murong Hui raised his nose and sniffed carefully. The vertical pupils in his eyes almost became a straight line. The white horse under his crotch kept kicking the snow under his feet, and he became anxious again.

The biting cold wind, carrying icy snow flakes, raged on the dark mountain road.

The towering trees on both sides of the road swayed violently under the raging wind and snow, as if swaying in warning of the impending danger.

On both sides of the mountain road not far away, there were a few faint green lights looming among the trees.

Murong Hui sneered, still holding the lantern in his left hand, and letting go of the reins with his right hand. He pressed a gem on the belt around his waist, then pulled it hard and pulled out a soft sword that was flashing with cold light from the belt. As he shook his right hand, the soft sword suddenly stretched straight and pointed directly at the mountain road ahead.

"It just so happens that I really hate wolves lately. You guys are really giving me pillows when I'm sleepy!"

Murong Hui murmured.

Several wild wolves quietly emerged from the depths of the woods.

Their grey fur almost blends in with the snow, with only the faint green light flashing in their eyes revealing their presence.

The wolves stared quietly at the man and horse on the mountain road, opened their mouths, and pointed their sharp teeth at Murong Hui as if in demonstration, with an unspeakable greed in their eyes.

Murong Hui got off the horse, touched the white horse's ears soothingly, turned around and stood steadily in the wind and snow, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, and slowly walked towards the wolf pack.

The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light, reflecting his deep eyes.

The black brocade robe fluttered gently as he walked, blending into the night.

The wolves were originally ready to move in the dark, but as he approached, they began to feel an unprecedented sense of oppression. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the wolves.

The nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth seemed even more unfathomable at this moment. The tip of the sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a slight metallic sound. This sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, as if announcing something.

Not long after, a big yellow furry dog ​​came running to the mountain path, then it stopped and let out a vigilant whimper from its throat.

Then the vigilance turned to suspicion.

What about that person?

These wolves died such tragically, their stomachs were all ripped open. Normally, it would not do such a cruel thing to wolves.

It rolled its ears, stepped over the wolf corpses lying in a pool of blood, and continued running towards the Fahua Temple on the mountain.

When it arrived at the temple gate panting, it just saw the man holding the lantern knocking open the door of Fahua Temple.

A novice monk came out holding an umbrella, talked to the man holding the lantern for a few words, and then welcomed the man and his white horse into the Fahua Temple.

The yellow lion tilted its head and barked softly, its black eyes filled with joy.

The man is fine now, he can go home and eat meat!