Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"Mu Feng, why don't we do it next time!" Weiwei's delicate body trembled, and her jade hands were clenched tightly.

Lu Hao didn't say anything. His black knife had already been opened, and it would be unreasonable not to see blood.

"Puff!" Lu Hao adjusted the angle of the dagger, and then fiercely stabbed it into Weiwei's Yongquan acupoint, and stabbed it all the way to the end, leaving the handle of the knife outside.

"I'm going to kill you, you bitch!" Lu Hao muttered to himself. He showed no mercy and stabbed out three thousand times in a row in one breath. Each stab was deeper and more powerful than the last.

"Puff, puff, I'm scared, I'm scared!" Blood kept sliding down Lu Hao's dagger, dripping onto the ground, gleaming white in the moonlight.

"Junior brother, please let me go!" Weiwei twitched all over and rolled her eyes.

"You have insulted me several times, how can I let you go easily? Today I must kill you, you bitch." Lu Hao did not say anything, but just muttered in his heart.

He looked ferocious as he pulled out a black dagger from a wound and stabbed it into another acupuncture point.

"Ah!" Weiwei screamed. It was obvious that the place where Lu Hao stabbed her this time made her even more painful.

"Look at you still being so proud in front of me!" Lu Hao said angrily in his heart, the blade kept stabbing into Weiwei's body, and blood flowed freely.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Vivi shouted at the top of her lungs in the cave.

Not long after, Lu Hao poured another glass of white poisoned wine and handed it to Weiwei's bright red lips.

"I don't want to drink it!" Weiwei had already smelled the fishy odor, and quickly closed her mouth and turned her head away.

Lu Hao had a cold expression on his face. He pinched Weiwei's mouth forcefully and poured the poisoned wine into her mouth.

"Ugh..." Weiwei fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and vomiting continuously. The filthy stuff stained her white dress.

"Wuwuwu..." Weiwei finally sat on the ground and burst into tears. She had been practicing with her master since she was five or six years old, and had never been treated so brutally. The miserable cries kept echoing in the cave.

When Lu Hao saw that the time was almost up, he just left and left the other party to fend for himself.

Weiwei noticed that the cave was quiet and quickly took off her blindfold, only to find that the cave was empty.

She stood up with difficulty and checked her injuries. There were two knife wounds on the front and back. Drops of blood flowed along her curly hair. She walked along the road, her feet kept slipping, and slowly walked out of the cave.

"Today is a good day!" Lu Hao returned to the sect with a smile.

"Junior brother, is there anything worth being happy about today?" Fei Cai couldn't help asking when he saw that Lu Hao's face was almost smiling.

"I have fulfilled my promise today. Isn't it worth being happy?" Lu Hao blew his bangs, crossed his legs and started shaking them, looking extremely proud.

On the other side, Weiwei dragged her injured body and limped back to the sect with difficulty.

"Senior Sister, where are you injured? Why is it so difficult for you to walk?" Many disciples rushed forward and wanted to support her.

"I just need to rest for a while!" Weiwei closed the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking many healing medicines, she entered a state of cultivation and it took her three full days to recover. This experience was simply a nightmare for her.

At this time, a maid came in respectfully from the back door, carrying water.

"Who allowed you to go through the back door? From now on, you can only go through the front door!" Weiwei said angrily.

"I am a lowly servant and can only enter and exit through the back door. It has been like this for more than ten years." The maid said with a look of grievance.

At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder why the master and disciple pair, Weiwei and Mengdie, had the same problem, which was that they couldn't stand others taking the back door.

The maid thought that Weiwei might be in a bad mood, so she was just picking on her. She hoped that everything would be fine as long as her anger subsided.

"Weiwei, are you there?" Mu Feng suddenly knocked on the door. When he heard that the other party was injured, he rushed over in a hurry.

"Bang!" The door was opened, and Weiwei slapped Mu Feng in the face without saying a word.

"I came here with good intentions to care about you, why did you hit me!" Mu Feng covered the palm print on his face and said miserably.

"You actually dare to ask me what's wrong!" Weiwei raised her eyebrows and slapped Mu Feng hard again.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Feng's mouth was bleeding and he had no idea what was going on.

"I just want to ask if it was you that night?" Weiwei looked at him coldly with her beautiful eyes.

"It was me that night!" Mu Feng nodded directly and admitted it frankly.

"Since it's you, then I didn't hit you wrongly." Weiwei was furious and slapped him again.

"Are you crazy?" Mu Feng grabbed her wrist, preventing her from slapping him.

"I admit that I like you, but you've gone too far. You completely disregard other people's feelings." Weiwei suddenly burst into tears.

"After I left that night, when I came back I found that you were gone. I thought you had left first." Mu Feng said seriously.

"It wasn't you that night..." Weiwei trembled inwardly and almost fainted. If it wasn't Mu Feng, then who was so cruel?

"Where did you go that night?" Mu Feng asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Let me see your arm!" Weiwei hurriedly lifted Mu Feng's sleeve. She remembered that she had scratched him deeply, and even if he recovered, it would leave a mark in the short term.

"It really wasn't you!" When Weiwei saw that Mu Feng's arm was intact, she burst into tears.

"Weiwei, what's wrong with you!" Mu Feng looked worried.

"Don't touch me!" Weiwei's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She already knew that the person who appeared last night was not Mu Feng, but someone else.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Feng was completely confused.

"Wow, wow, wow... It's all your fault." Weiwei covered her face and cried, then ran away.

Later, when Lu Hao saw Weiwei, she looked pale and absent-minded, no longer as rude as before.

"Senior sister, why haven't you been arguing with me recently? I'm not used to it without your mockery and ridicule." Lu Hao said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Weiwei just glanced at him lightly without saying anything. If this had happened in the past, the two of them would definitely have fought each other.

Ten days later, they met again. Weiwei had become visibly thinner, with a sad look on her face, and she gradually distanced herself from Mu Feng.

Mu Feng wore a hat all day long as he walked around Xuantian Sect, somewhat confused about where the crux of the matter lay.

As the sun sets, Weiwei sits alone on the three thousand stone steps, her arms wrapped around her slender legs, her delicate chin resting on her knees. Tears suddenly well up in her beautiful eyes and flow down her pretty face.

Seeing this woman getting thinner day by day, Lu Hao felt a little ashamed.

"Life is never smooth sailing. All the setbacks we encounter are just stepping stones that will help us reach the top in the end." Lu Hao walked over with a broom and sighed.

"You're not the one who's hurt, so you can say it so easily. And you should be very happy and proud to see me crying!" Weiwei kept wiping her tears and crying.

This was the first time Weiwei spoke to Lu Hao in so many days.