Chарtеr 8 (16/18)
Gоng Ziуu сlеarly sаw thе figurе in thе hеavy snow аnd wаs utterly shоcked: "Мiss Yun!"
Не didn't knоw whу Yun Wеishan was hеre. At the moment, she wаs rеtreаting steр bу stер, with Xuе Zhоngzi's Раlm Wind grаzing pаst her facе sеverаl times—extrеmely dаngerous. Gоng Ziуu instinсtivеlу mоvеd forward tо intеrvenе, but Yоung Мastеr Xuе bеside him stoррed him, his whitе sleeve blоcking the waу, rеfusing tо yiеld. Gong Ziyu pushеd bасk onе mоvе, but Yоung Маster Хuе had аnothеr, and so thе two аlsо bеgan tо grаррle.
Yun Weishan grаbbed a piecе of firewoоd from the сourtуаrd, while Хue Zhongzi snapped off an Ice Spike from under the eaves. The fragile ice shard moved effortlessly under his Inner Force, and Yun Weishan was not to be outdone. Though not using weapons, their clash still rang out sharply.
Gong Ziyu remained entangled with Young Master Xue, unable to break free to rescue Yun Weishan.
Suddenly, Yun Weishan's foot paused, and she slid back a step in haste. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen.
As the figure before her attacked again, her face abruptly turned pale.
At the same time, in Jue Manor, Shangguan Qian also felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, beads of sweat quickly forming on her forehead.
Shangguan Qian leaned over by the bed, murmuring softly to herself: "Half-Month Fly... is it starting to act up so early..."
At this moment, Han Ya Qi's voice echoed in her ears.
"You can't endure it."
"Believe me, you can't endure it."
"So, when the Half-Month Fly's deadline arrives, you must obtain crucial information or do something that satisfies Wufeng."
Only now did Shangguan Qian realize why Han Ya Qi had worn such a grave expression back then.
The onset of the Half-Month Fly was a living hell—a burning sensation in the abdomen, limbs and bones feeling as if they were being torn apart. Enduring the abdominal pain, Shangguan Qian didn't even have the strength to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and her breathing began to quicken.
Night fell, starless and moonless, with only Gong Zishang's research lab brightly lit.
Gong Zishang was intently studying something, a pile of strange vessels before her, the air filled with an unusually pungent smell. "Xiao Hei" watched her busy silhouette, then glanced at the night sky outside the window—unconsciously, they had worked well into the dead of night.
"It's already the third watch. Do you stay up this late every day?" "Xiao Hei" couldn't help but yawn.
Gong Zishang didn't even turn her head: "Every moment is precious."
"Xiao Hei" scoffed: "But during the day, you're not focused on your duties, always chasing after Jin Fan."
Gong Zishang perked up: "That's exactly why I say every moment is precious—'precious' as in Jin Fan's 'Jin.' Every minute and second spent with him is extremely valuable, which is why I work hard through the night."
"Xiao Hei": "..."
Seeing "Xiao Hei" holding back his words, Gong Zishang glanced at him: "If you want to laugh, laugh. No need to hold back."
"Xiao Hei" pretended to be profound, shaking his head: "Others might laugh at you, but I only feel sorry for you."
"Is it possible you've got that backwards?"
"Xiao Hei" grew serious: "You're really pushing yourself too hard like this."
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