The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 155 Breaking the Formation and Taking Life

Xinying clutches a jade flute, her eyes blazing, her heart a surging sea, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Her presence is like a biting wind, cold and majestic, like an unshakable mountain, ready to embrace the baptism of challenge.

Lu Ling'er gently grasped the exquisite red whip, her figure as light as a butterfly, dancing gracefully. The whip in her hand shone with a dazzling light, sometimes as brilliant as a rainbow, sometimes disappearing into the void, highlighting her calm and confident demeanor, like a blooming flower. "We must not retreat!" Lu Ling'er whispered to Xinying, her tone as firm as a rock and as resolute as steel.

Gu Yichen brandished his sword, his technique as sharp as the wind, his momentum as majestic as thunder, as if he were the master of this world. Every flicker of the sword's light was accompanied by a whistling sound, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, foreshadowing his unwavering determination. Mo Xian and Mo Dong, like vigilant cheetahs, keenly observed their surroundings, ready to support like an arrow from a bow. They communicated with each other in tacit understanding, knowing that only unity could withstand the impending onslaught of the men in black.

At this tense moment, the air was thick with the scent of battle, and the surroundings were so quiet that time seemed to have stood still. Xinying and Lu Ling'er's eyes met, a silent understanding that seemed to foreshadow the beginning of a thrilling duel. They were ready, accepting the challenge without hesitation, a blazing fire of faith in their hearts. At the same time, the black-armored cavalry drew their gleaming weapons, their unity like an indestructible Great Wall of steel. They knew that facing this menacing group of black-clad men, only unity could defeat their formidable enemy.

The battle was as fierce as a volcanic eruption, the air filled with the clang of swords and deafening war cries. Lu Ling'er and Gu Yichen, with all their might and aided by the Black Armored Cavalry, finally managed to force the black-clad men back. However, they paid a heavy price for this, with several Black Armored Cavalry members severely wounded, and Gu Yichen, Mo Xian, and Mo Dong were also covered in wounds.

"We must return immediately," Lu Ling'er said, her voice filled with anxiety as she supported Gu Yichen, her worry for him flooding her heart. They hurried back to Nanyang Prefecture, and upon entering the prefect's pharmacy, Lu Ling'er immediately began to urgently concoct the antidote. The process was a delicate dance, requiring precise timing and conditions, and every step required critical thinking. As she frantically worked, she silently prayed, "Gu Yichen and Xinyi are eagerly awaiting this. I must not make any mistakes." After a night of arduous work, the antidote was finally ready. Exhausted, Lu Ling'er passed the antidote to Xinying, who anxiously waited at the door, when she finally collapsed. Fortunately, Gu Yichen was quick to act and scoop her up into his arms, carrying her back to their temporary quarters.

Xinying stared at the antidote in her hand, a mixture of emotions yet overflowing with gratitude. She immediately administered the antidote to Wen Yuan, cradling his head tightly against her thighs to prevent it from leaking out, ensuring it remained safe. After several hours, Wen Yuan's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his wounds began to heal.

When Wen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Xinying, as beautiful as a blooming spring flower. Like a sleeping fairy, she lay quietly on her side beside the bed, completely unaware of him. Wen Yuan was startled to realize his head was resting on her thighs, as white as mutton-fat jade. His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Wouldn't this damage Xinying's innocence?"

However, just as he was about to get up, Xinying, who had woken up, gently moved his head to the pillow. Then she lay down, covered him with the quilt, and hugged him tightly like an octopus, falling into sleep together. At this moment, Wen Yuan felt as if he was cast under a spell, not daring to move. His waist was tightly bound by Xinying's hands, and his legs were also locked tightly by her legs like iron clamps, making it impossible to break free from the quilt.

The next morning, warm sunlight streamed into the room like a golden veil, awakening Xinying from her nap. Wen Yuan, freshly detoxified, was still frail, and despite being used as a pillow by Xinying, he obediently slept soundly. Xinying gazed upon Wen Yuan's newly restored handsome face, a surge of joy welled up in her heart. While Gu Yichen's appearance resembled that of a celestial being, Xinying was more drawn to Wen Yuan, a man of this mortal quality. She thought to herself, "If my suspicions are correct, Lu Ling'er will undoubtedly face the turmoil of Gu Yichen's numerous suitors, while I can remain a leisurely spectator, awaiting the delicious ripening of the fruit." At this thought, she couldn't help but smile, as bright as a spring flower.

Wen Yuan had woken before Xinying did, but he was held so tightly by her that he couldn't move. He finally gave up struggling, deciding to wait until Xinying woke up. In reality, Wen Yuan had been avoiding Xinying's pursuit. He was an orphan, a beggar found in the city after the Zhennan Prince's victory. If the Zhennan Prince hadn't taken pity on him and brought him back to his palace, Wen Yuan would have starved to death by now. His name was bestowed upon him by the Zhennan Prince, who cared for him, nurtured him, and treated him like a noble, if not better.

Therefore, Wen Yuan did not dare to hope for more, and only thought about how to repay the kindness of King Zhennan with his life.