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Lin Feng had just made a momentary lapse in judgment, failing to notice Jiao Ling's actions. Instead, he instinctively glanced over at Zhang, who was watching from a distance. By the time he sensed the danger, it was already too late.
In a critical moment, Yang Wushuang, who had been guarding Lin Feng's side, leaped forward without hesitation. Like a flash of lightning, she appeared in front of Lin Feng and used her body to block the swiftly approaching dagger.
Just as Lin Feng was lost in his thoughts, darkness suddenly enveloped him. When he snapped back to reality, he realized that Yang Wushuang had collapsed at his feet!
A surge of panic gripped Lin Feng as he felt an uncontrollable rage rise within him. He swung his sword with fury, aiming directly at the despicable Jiao Ling. In an instant, a cold gleam flashed as the sword pierced through Jiao Ling's heart, killing her on the spot.
Lin Feng hurriedly knelt down and noticed that blood was gushing from Yang Wushuang's shoulder. The crimson liquid resembled a blooming red lotus, stinging Lin Feng's eyes. At that moment, Yang Wushuang lay with her eyes tightly shut, her complexion pale as paper, clearly having fallen into a deep unconsciousness.
Furrowing his brow, Lin Feng's gaze revealed a hint of urgency and concern. He turned to the others behind him and commanded sternly, "Quick! Get them all out of here!"
Then he quickly approached Zhang and asked anxiously, "Zhang, how far is it to Youzhou City from here?"
Zhang pondered for a moment before replying, "Lin Feng, we are not far from Youzhou City."
With this confirmation, Lin Feng wasted no time. He picked up the unconscious Yang Wushuang and strode purposefully towards Youzhou City.
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. The scene in Youzhou City was bustling and lively; however, Lin Feng had no heart to appreciate it.
During these three days, he had gathered crucial information through various channels. First, an organization called Fenghuohui had captured many innocent people on Daliang Mountain; second—and more shocking—was the revelation that Yang Wushuang, who had fought alongside him with such bravado, was actually a woman!
This astonishing discovery struck Lin Feng like a thunderclap, stirring up turmoil in his heart.
One day, after being in a state of unconsciousness for so long, Yang Wushuang finally slowly opened her eyes. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with confusion swirling in her mind, completely unaware of where she was.
At that moment, the door creaked open gently, and Lin Feng entered with steady steps.
His gaze immediately fell upon the recently awakened Yang Wushuang, a look of concern and joy evident in his eyes.
Yang Wushuang's face, once as pale as paper, now bore a faint blush, reminiscent of the delicate blossoms of peach trees in early spring, vibrant and enchanting.
Lin Feng, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward and gently asked, "You’re awake?"
Yang Wushuang nodded slightly and replied, "Mm." Though her voice was somewhat weak, it carried a reassuring strength.
Lin Feng then inquired, "How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt?" His tone was filled with palpable worry.
Yang Wushuang furrowed her brow and truthfully answered, "Mm, it still hurts a bit."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng did not hesitate to extend his hands, carefully helping Yang Wushuang to sit up slightly. He thoughtfully brought a cup of water to her lips.
Yang Wushuang obediently took a few sips of water, instantly feeling her throat become less parched and her body much more comfortable.
However, after drinking, the two of them exchanged no further words, and once again the room fell into a deep silence.
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