C37 Cave Conversation

The air seemed to have frozen. Jiang Xia even felt that the tip of the sword had pierced through his flesh. Looking at the cold and familiar phoenix eyes, Jiang Xia's face flashed with a hint of surprise.

"Lan Meng."

The masked woman's delicate figure trembled. Her white, flawless hands took off the black cloth on her face, revealing an exquisite yet cold and beautiful face. Lan Meng pursed her red lips and looked coldly at Jiang Xia with her phoenix-like eyes, "I told you, I will get revenge on you."

"Hur hur." A faint smile flashed across the corner of Jiang Xia's mouth, "It's better to die by your hand than by Situ Qi's. If you want to avenge your royal brother, just do it."

"Are you not afraid of death?" Lan Meng frowned, the Long Sword leaning even closer.

"Hiss!" Jiang Xia grimaced in pain. He was already seriously injured by Situ Qi, and after running away for more than two hours, he had lost all strength in his body and mind. Lan, Lan Meng, since I'm already dead, what's the use? "

"Hmph. If I had known earlier, why would I have attacked my royal brother with such a heavy hand back then?" Lan Meng felt a wave of pain whenever she thought about Lan Guang's death. Although Lan Guang had a domineering personality, he still doted on his little sister ever since he was young.

Resentment surged out from Jiang Xia's brows and he weakly said, "Fine. Even if you give me one more chance, I will still choose to kill that beast Lan Guang."

"Shut up." Lan Meng shouted as she stabbed the Long Sword in her hand into Jiang Xia's body.

Jiang Xia's face was pale from the pain and his forehead was covered in sweat. He could even feel the tip of the other party's sword stabbing into his heart. Even so, Jiang Xia was not afraid at all.

Lan, Lan Meng, he is your royal brother, so you naturally won't believe his actions. You killed me for the sake of avenging your brother, and I killed him for the sake of the woman I love. I won't regret it. Jiang Xia took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

Lan Meng's delicate body could not help but tremble. Her tight clothes caused her graceful body to curve and curve, and her clear, cold eyes revealed signs of struggle. Her palms relaxed, and the Long Sword dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Jiang Xia had already opened his eyes and his gaze became gentle.

Lan Meng turned to the side, not wanting to let others see the wetness in the corner of her eyes. Lan Meng turned to the side, not wanting to let others see the wetness in the corner of her eyes.

Jiang Xia let out a sigh, his ears moved, and the soft sound of something being caught was heard. Then, Jiang Xia's face changed drastically, picked up the Long Sword that Lan Meng dropped, and rushed towards his opponent.

Lan Meng's eyes narrowed, endless anger and killing intent burst out from her eyebrows. She raised her hand and struck Jiang Xia's chest with a visible white palm force.

"Crack!" The sound was like bones breaking. Jiang Xia's throat was salty, and at the same time, a stream of blood flowed out from his mouth, the Long Sword in his hand quickly shot towards Lan Meng's back.

"Swish!" Lan Meng's pretty face turned pale as she heard the mournful cry of a wild beast resounding in the cave. When she looked back, she discovered that there was a flecked leopard behind her. Deep inside the leopard's throat was the Long Sword that belonged to it. The bright red blood was exceptionally eye piercing, and the leopard struggled on the ground a few times before finally stopping moving.

Lan Meng's mind instantly went blank as the anger and killing intent on her face disappeared without a trace. She anxiously turned her gaze towards the skinny young man, but Jiang Xia was currently lying quietly on the ground. His pale face, delicate features, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth made her feel heartache.

"Did I blame him wrongly? Did I blame him wrongly? " Lan Meng's beautiful eyes were filled with tears as she slowly walked forward, half-kneeling beside Jiang Xia. Her slender hand lightly covered her red lips, "Didn't he want to kill me? He wants to save me? "

"Jiang Xia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lan Meng couldn't hold it in any longer, and the hatred in her heart turned into sparkling tears that flowed down her cheeks. It was not long ago that this young man was playing the zither for her. She was thinking, If only he hadn't killed her brother, how wonderful that would be. In the quiet cave, the sound of a young girl sobbing could be vaguely heard.

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No one knew how long had passed, or when it was. The moment Jiang Xia opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, "Hiss!" "Where is this place?"

Not far away, a beautiful figure quickly flashed over and said softly, "Jiang Xia, slow down, one of your ribs are broken."

"Lan Meng, you?" Jiang Xia was surprised. He looked around and found that he was still in the same cave as before he fainted. However, he was inside the cave now, in a cold and wet place.

"I'm not dead yet?" Jiang Xia laughed bitterly at himself.

Lan Meng pursed her red lips and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I thought so."

"You think I'm going to kill you?" A trace of contempt flashed between Jiang Xia's brows, and he mocked with interest: "I'm already a half-dead person, why do you need to save me? Wouldn't it be better to let me die? You still intend to save me first, then take revenge for your royal brother. "

Lan Meng's eyes were filled with pain. She did not answer the other party and just turned her face to the side in silence.

Jiang Xia sighed deeply as his gaze softened, "Lan Meng, you don't have to be apologetic. If you want to avenge your royal brother, I won't blame you."

"Impossible, I can't do it." With her back facing Jiang Xia, she sat down on the ground and hugged her knees, "I can't kill you, I really can't kill you. While you were unconscious for the past few days, every time I made up my mind to kill you, but I couldn't do it. I told myself again and again that you were the killer of my royal brother, and I still couldn't kill you.

Lan Meng buried her head in her knees as her delicate body shivered. The princess of Lanfeng Empire was like a sad little girl who had lost her beloved toy, helplessly crying.

Jiang Xia's inner strings were strummed. This aloof and cold princess in front of him had such a soft side to her. The one that hurt her was himself. A wave of guilt assaulted his heart. Jiang Xia sat up with difficulty and then took out the Lishang Lyre from the Storage Ring. He placed his ten fingers on the zither strings and played them back and forth.

The gentle and beautiful sound of the zither reverberated in the cave. Jiang Xia closed his eyes. Memories of the past came back to him. He was filled with deep sadness, helplessness and desolation had turned into the fluidity of his fingertips. Lan Meng gradually calmed down, seriously listening to the sadness in the song. There was a time when she had been like this on the third floor of Lyre Appreciating Pavilion, listening to the other party play.

At that time, Jiang Xia was playing the zither happily, and the peaceful life carried a hint of sweetness. Every time she finished listening to it, her mood would improve a lot. Until one time, after three months, she once again heard Jiang Xia play the zither. He was happy and the sweetness disappeared, replacing it was pain and sorrow. It was difficult to imagine that a youth would suffer so much.

No one spoke of the grievances that filled his stomach. His son's path of life was not fair. At the end of the song, Jiang Xia's pale face turned even more unsightly. Lan Meng's chest heaved up and down, as if she was about to reveal all the unhappiness in her heart.

The beauty's face turned soft and her red lips moved slightly, "Jiang Xia."

"En!" Jiang Xia answered in a soft voice.

"I'm leaving, be careful." Lan Meng's tone was calm as she stood up, but her back was still facing Jiang Xia.

"Take care."

"I hope this isn't the last time I'll listen to you play the zither. This" black silk net "will be left for you to defend yourself." Lan Meng's pretty face turned to the side as she placed a black glove-like item on the stone platform. Afterwards, she walked out of the cave without looking back. Perhaps after some time, she would be able to face the young man again.

Lan Meng's footsteps were getting farther and farther away until there was not a trace of movement to be heard. Jiang Xia actually felt a bit disappointed, but no matter what, he could still keep his life for the time being.

After a moment, Jiang Xia calmed himself down and picked up the "black silk net" that Lan Meng left for him. The black silk gloves emitted faint energy fluctuations and still had a trace of fragrance on them. Carefully putting it on his left hand, he focused his eyes and waved his arm. A half meter long black Light Net whizzed forward.

As there was no target, coupled with Jiang Xia's weak body and not a trace of force, the black Light Net flew out less than two meters and dissipated in the air. Jiang Xia did not think so. Thinking about the black Light Net that covered Situ Qi, he could not help but be excited. At the same time, he secretly exclaimed, "This royal family really has a lot of treasures."

His eyes lit up as he thought of treasure. He felt around his body with his hands and mumbled, "Where's the blue pearl?" He searched his entire body but didn't find the blue ball. He thought for a while, there seemed to be some information in his mind the moment Lan Meng saved him. He searched his mind and finally found that memory.

"Spirit of Water."

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