When the Iron-masked Man's corpse crashed into the cluster of crimson fruits, Ye Fan's knuckles pinched the Wuji Token until they turned pale and greenish. He stared at that ashen face, a taste of rust rising in the back of his throat—the murderers who had washed the Ye Family in blood in his past life had worn the exact same unwilling expressions as they fell. Back then, he had hidden on the rafters of the firewood shed, his fingernails clawing into the wood, not even daring to let out a cry.
"Brother." Su Qingxue's hand covered his, carrying a faint, warm scent of rouge. She had wiped away half her makeup at some unknown point, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye cast a pale red glow in the moonlight. "Look at Zhaoyue's sword."
Ye Fan raised his head. Lin Zhaoyue was just thrusting the Frost Flower Sword back into the stone crevice, the blade's hum resonating with the Heavenly Dao runes of the secret realm, and the chilling white sword Qi condensed into a thin gauze, gently wrapping around the crimson fruit tree. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng squatted nearby, a silver bell spinning fine golden radiance between her fingertips. The Golden Silkworm Gu crawled out from behind the Iron-masked Man's ear, winding into a golden ring around her wrist. Tilting her head, she tapped the Gu insect's dorsal armor lightly with her silver bell and let out a crisp, bright laugh: "Little Goldie performed quite well today; I'll reward you with three three-tailed venomous spiders later."
Chapter 205