Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Eight men in black were brought down, and the successive screams of agony nearly terrified the remaining men, who hesitated and dared not move again.

"Dare to step forward again, and you will die." The woman's icy voice was like the call of death.

The men in black trembled, a chill ran down their spines, and they wished they could turn around and leave immediately, but they couldn't. As assassins, their only purpose in life was to obey orders. If the mission failed, they would surely die. They could only advance, not retreat.

The men in black exchanged a glance, raised their swords, and charged towards Chu Yun and Mo Xing.

Seeing this, Chu Yun showed no mercy. She wrapped her long whip around the waist of one of the men in black and used him as a punching bag to throw him at the others. In a short time, the men fell to the ground like a human pyramid.

Chu Yun leaped down and coldly said, "Tell me who's behind this, and I'll spare your lives."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the men in black simultaneously bit into the poison hidden in their mouths and committed suicide.

Chu Yun was caught off guard and had no time to stop it.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen lives were lost. She was stunned for a moment, standing still in the spot. The afterglow of the sunset stretched her shadow long, making her look so lonely.

“Benefactor Wen, we should be going now.”

It wasn't until Mo Xing's voice sounded behind her that Chu Yun snapped out of her daze. She turned around and looked at Mo Xing, who was riding on horseback with a calm expression.

Even after seeing more than a dozen corpses, the Buddha, untouched by worldly dust, still had eyes that were clear and unfathomable. He looked down at them as if he had not heard of the dozen or so lives that had vanished, as if they were nothing but weeds, not worth mourning.

For a fleeting moment, Chu Yun felt that in this Buddhist disciple's heart, her companion's life was no different from those of the men in black, not worth cherishing. After all, he had just watched Chu Yun fight alone without lifting a finger.

"They're dead," Chu Yun said in a deep voice.

“This humble monk saw it,” Mo Xing replied.

"Master Mo Xing, as a monk, doesn't he feel any regret at seeing so many people die so suddenly?" Chu Yun said sarcastically.

"Life and death are predestined, and this humble monk has no control over them," Mo Xing said.

"I didn't intend to kill them." Chu Yun held back; although those people were seriously injured, they were not fatally wounded.

“They are suicide soldiers. If their mission fails, they will die. It was not you, benefactor, who killed them,” Mo Xing said.

"If I didn't kill them, then who did?" Chu Yun pressed.

"It's destiny!" Mo Xing replied.

Chu Yun couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "Can destiny kill? Has Master Mo Xing ever killed someone he shouldn't have? Or are all the people you've killed destined to die?"

The girl suddenly launched an attack, and Mo Xing, unusually silent, paused for a long time before finally speaking: "Perhaps."

"Who?"

Who is the person you shouldn't have killed?

Mo Xing fell silent, looking quietly at Chu Yun. "It seems that Benefactor Wen dislikes me very much?"

Chu Yun did not deny it, "I don't like heartless people."

Xiao Qi'an and Gu Huaizhi at least had people they cared about, but Mo Xing was completely different from them. He didn't care about anyone, including himself. That's why he could kill the original owner of the body for his own selfish reasons, even though he had no vested interests in the original owner. That's why even after converting to Buddhism for seventeen years, he still couldn't learn tolerance.

Such a person is terrifying. Without destruction, there can be no construction. Chu Yun wanted to provoke him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xing fell into an even longer silence.

“No heart…” he murmured softly, his voice so faint it quickly dissipated in the wind.

"Benefactor Wen, let's go. If we don't leave now, Feihua City will close its gates." After saying this, Mo Xing stopped waiting for Chu Yun and rode off.

Chu Yun mounted her horse and followed behind him.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon the two of them, casting long shadows on the ground.

The clatter of hooves on the ground was incessant. After traveling for nearly an hour, the two finally entered Feihua City before the city gates were locked. They asked for directions and quickly found the location of Fukang Tower.

"Gentlemen, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?" the waiter greeted them.

Chu Yun took out the token but didn't speak. The waiter was startled and his expression changed. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, lowered his voice and said to Chu Yun, "Please come with me."

The waiter led Chu Yun and Mo Xing up to the third floor. When they reached the door of a room, they stopped, raised their hands, and knocked on the door. The knocks were three long and two short, seemingly following a pattern.

After he knocked on the door, three knocks came from inside the room.

The waiter knocked on the door again, this time three short knocks and two long knocks.

After the password was exchanged, the door opened.

The waiter bowed and said, "Please come in, both of you."

Chu Yun and Mo Xing entered the room, where a middle-aged man stood in the center of the room with a smile, looking at them.

"May I take a look at the tokens you two have exchanged?" the middle-aged man asked.

Chu Yun took out the token and tossed it casually. The middle-aged man caught the token, and after seeing the words on it, his pupils contracted slightly. He quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "This humble one is Kong Zicheng. I will obey the orders of you two distinguished guests."

"Ten miles outside Xiaoyue City, there are the corpses of a group of men in black. I need you to give them a proper burial and find out who they were loyal to. Also, I need to send a message back to Xiaoyue Manor. Do you have any connections?" Chu Yun asked.

"Yes, please come with me, young lady." Kong Zicheng led Chu Yun to the table, took out the finest writing brush and ink, and laid them out on the table. "Once you finish writing, I will send a carrier pigeon to deliver the letter back."

Chu Yun understood. "Thank you."

She was writing on the table, naturally unaware of the complex look in Mo Xing's eyes as he stood beside her.

Life and death are preordained, so why should she care about the aftermath of those few who are destined to die?

Chu Yun packed the letter away and said to Kong Zicheng, "Arrange two rooms for me and this master."

"Yes, miss, please wait a moment. Someone will soon escort you to your guest rooms." Kong Zicheng withdrew.

“Why go to all this trouble, young lady?” Mo Xing suddenly spoke up.

Without asking, Chu Yun knew what Mo Xing was talking about. She stood up, leaned forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Mo Xing, her voice ringing out, "It's none of your business if I want to."

The girl's jade-like face was so close, her long, curled eyelashes clearly defined. Mo Xing couldn't help but step back and gently scolded, "Please have some self-respect, young lady."

Chu Yun abruptly pulled herself back and casually commented, "Boring."

Mo Xing frowned slightly, looked up at Chu Yun, and found that the girl's eyebrows were slightly raised, her face full of playfulness, and her expression was lively and vivid.

No one had ever behaved as erratically and capriciously as her, causing a slight unease to rise in Mo Xing's usually indifferent heart.

Before he could speak, the waiter's voice came from outside the door, "Sir, your room is ready."

Then Mo Xing saw Chu Yun ignore him as if he were nothing, and leave right in front of him without even a glance.

The girl's skirt quickly disappeared from sight.

Mo Xing felt a lump in his throat; in the past seventeen years, his emotions had never been so turbulent.