Legend Of Fuyao 145 Untitled

He casually replied, "Yes?"

Meng Fuyao straightened her expression. "This advice is really important. I can't possibly give it without anything in return," she bargained.

Finally, Moon Soul looked at her in the eye. "You're indeed a sly woman. You want me to protect your lives? Sure, provided that the advice is useful," he smiled, and he slowly added, "Otherwise… I will kill you first."

"Deal," Meng Fuyao agreed without any hesitation, while she resolutely shook away Zhan Beiye's hand. On the other side, Cloud Soul turned her head in anger and barked, "Moon Soul, on what basis are you interfering in my affairs?"

"On the basis that I have chased you for 38 years, and on the basis that I dare to admit in front of these juniors that I have chased you for 38 years." Moon Soul was not furious, but every word he said sounded like sharp diamonds. Meeting his gaze, Cloud Soul immediately turned mute and hurriedly looked away.

Meanwhile, Meng Fuyao was slowly climbing onto her feet. Zhan Beiye struggled to pull her back, begging, "Fuyao, don't take the risk! We have other chances to survive!"

Oblivious, Meng Fuyao ordered, "Rat, go!"

The guinea pig leaped forward and stuck his fat body in Zhan Beiye's mouth to shut him up.

Spitting out the guinea pig, Zhan Beiye tried to push himself up to stop Meng Fuyao, but he was too badly injured from the individual fight with Cloud Soul. He collapsed back on the ground, almost suffocating the guinea pig.

Meng Fuyao did not look back. She held her knife and slowly walked towards Moon Soul, who turned towards her with his silver net in hand. Looking at him up close, she realized that his appearance never aged and his youth was eternal, completely different from Splendor of Stars who looked handsome from far but shabby when near. Meng Fuyao stared at his face - which was as clear as the bright moon - and a pang of jealousy hit her.

How tragic it was for women that someone in the world could be so blessed as to never age!

She stole a glance at Cloud Soul, who stood as stiff as a wooden doll. Cloud Soul kept twirling her fingers around her hair, continuously trying to pluck off those grey strands that were incomparable to Moon Soul's magnificent silver ones.

Meng Fuyao smiled and confirmed her suspicion. After taking her time to walk up to Moon Soul, she whispered in his ear, "I will teach you how to chase women."

As she spoke in a very soft voice, he almost could not hear what she said except for the last word. Coincidentally, Cloud Soul heard that word too, and Meng Fuyao caught her tensing up from the corner of the eye.

Moon Soul doubted, "You? A young girl, whose teeth have yet to fully grow, knows how?"

"Quality over quant.i.ty for teeth, comprehension over age for chasing women," Meng Fuyao answered as she showcased the perfect one-and-half-teeth smile.

She stood so close to Moon Soul that she was almost brus.h.i.+ng against his shoulders. Moon Soul was preoccupied in his thoughts, so he did not notice, but Cloud Soul kept looking over once in a while. Smiling wickedly, Meng Fuyao tugged on Moon Soul and said, "Senior, let's talk somewhere else."

"No, she will run away," Moon Soul rejected, refusing to let go of the net.

"I promise you that she won't," Meng Fuyao leaned in and mumbled, "You want to know how she feels towards you? Follow me."

It was comical that she smiled like a witch even though her face was badly bruised. Seeing her sparkling bright eyes made him feel pressured, so Moon Soul conceded, but he warned, "If she runs, I'll kill you."

"Up to you." Meng Fuyao grinned with confidence.

Cloud Soul indeed remained at her spot. Still back-facing Moon Soul, she shouted, "I want to kill these people before leaving!"

"Sure, sure," Meng Fuyao smiled. "After I finish my intimate conversation with Senior Moon Soul, you can kill us however you want."

Under her sleeves, Cloud Soul clenched her fist so tightly that her veins could be seen. She looked away in silence.

Moon Soul glanced at Cloud Soul's figure, and thoughts seemed to run through his mind. After they crossed a boulder, he spoke to Meng Fuyao, "In the past 217 times, this is the first time that she has not run away."

Squatting behind the boulder with a strand of gra.s.s in her mouth, Meng Fuyao scolded Cloud Soul, "Senior, forgive me, but you really are quite dumb."

"Hmm?" came the reply. It was a strong nasal sound, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop by a few degrees.

"Do you know why she doesn't accept you?" asked Meng Fuyao. This line successfully managed to change the icy and murderous atmosphere to a warm and romantic one. "Inferiority! Inferiority!" she continued.

"Inferiority?" the old yet beautiful man muttered in disbelief. "She feels inferior for what?"

Meng Fuyao sighed in exasperation. 'This man is even weirder than Cloud Soul!'

"You come over here," she said as she dragged Moon Soul over to a puddle of water. "Have a look at yourself. You never age, and your youth is eternal. You are so beautiful that any human would be jealous of you."

Staring at his reflection among the ripples, Moon Soul innocently agreed, "Eh? It seems so. Sigh, I haven't looked at myself in the mirror for so many years."

Meng Fuyao desperately tried to suppress her desire to beat someone up. Patiently, she continued to advise him, "You are blessed, your appearance remains the same. But what about her? She's young but her hair has grayed, and her appearance is plain."

"Even so, she shouldn't reject me," answered Moon Soul. "It's not my fault that I'm beautiful."

"You are better than her in martial arts too, am I right? But you gave up your position in the rankings out of your love for her, is that so?"

Moon Soul kept quiet. A while later, he said, "Well, she doesn't like losing to me."

'What a fool…' Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. He's totally ignorant of the fact that women were animals who did not mean what they said. Intentionally losing to her would only make her feel even more upset.

"Let me ask you: do you usually speak without thinking, and especially like to say flirty things around women?"

"How did you know?" asked Moon Soul as he slowly kept his net. "Actually, other than her, everyone is of the same gender to me."

'What a fool-' Meng Fuyao almost wanted to explode. "You don't differentiate between genders, but she does!"

"Huh?"

"You are so beautiful, and that is enough to make her feel inferior. You give up your ranking, and she'll think that it's because you can't bother to fight with her. Your appearance is splendid, and you're flirtatious, so you're definitely always being surrounded by beauties. At the same time, you have a carefree soul and have no idea how to keep away from women - how will she feel looking at you?"

Moon Soul was stunned, as though he had just been struck by lightning.

This beautiful man zoned out under the moonlight. Furrowing his brows, he mumbled, "I have been wrong the whole time?"

As Meng Fuyao studied him, she felt that these top martial artists were actually all quite pitiful. They devoted so much time into sharpening their skills that their mental health started having problems. Furthermore, people who stayed in high positions for long usually were the ones who could not understand the simplest reasons. With their status, people feared them more than they felt affectionate towards them. Hence, everyone liked to stay away from these top figures. That was why, after so many years, no one actually dared to take the risk to advise this pair of romantically-dumb lovers.

"Hey, so do you mean-" Moon Soul suddenly grabbed onto Meng Fuyao as he asked, "She doesn't not like me, but doesn't dare to like me?"

"Yes," Meng Fuyao patted his shoulders in a brotherly fas.h.i.+on as she spoke. "You're too beautiful, too powerful and too flirtatious, and don't seem reliable. She's scared that she will be even more wounded if she opens her heart to you. If so, she might as well never accept you, and still see you for a few more times." Laughing cunningly, she spoke softly in his ear, "If not, why would she always be 'found' by you?"

Moon Soul glanced sideways at her. "Such a young age and you're like an expert on love."

Meng Fuyao smiled arrogantly. "Thanks for the praise."

Secretly, she looked towards the frustrated Cloud Soul and chuckled. "See, she's jealous, she's jealous…"

Unexpectedly, Moon Soul asked, "I think those two guys have an interest in you. Why are they not jealous when you act like you're really close to me?"

Meng Fuyao was taken aback. She twitched her brows and replied, "We're friends, what's there to be jealous about?"

"You think I'm really a fool?" Moon Soul laughed heartily.

Rolling her eyes at him, Meng Fuyao emphasized, "Trust, do you know what trust is? What the two of you lack most is trust."

"… Trust…" Moon Soul muttered as memories seemed to flood back. "We actually grew up as close friends. 38 years ago, I always liked her, and I thought that she knew. I originally intended to propose to her at the end of the year, but she was down with a strange disease during Mid-Autumn and her hair turned gray after that. At that time, I was still roaming around, and I wanted to visit her when I heard about it. Coincidentally, Fog saved me when I was fighting my enemies, and I brought her along with me since she expressed her interest to visit my hometown. Fog and I went to visit her on that day, and when Fog pushed open the door, she was looking at her reflection in the mirror. When she turned around and saw us, the mirror fell and cracked…"

Meng Fuyao did not say a word. Looking at Moon Soul who was pacing up and down, she thought of how this woman would always be slightly in a daze and always trying to break apart her hair strands. She recalled Moon Soul's awkward and weird personality, her proclaiming that she was the most miserable woman on earth despite her status, and her hurt expression when she heard the line "close female friends".

38 years ago, when she was so depressed that her hair turned gray while she was still in her teenage years, how hurt did she feel when she saw her lover coming hand-in-hand with another woman who had a perfect appearance? So hurt that she still could not get over it until now?

It turned out that she was just a pitiful person who kept worrying over love and choosing to escape from reality.

Meng Fuyao neared Moon Soul and gently asked, "Do you want to know how she feels towards you?"

"Eh?"

"This way!"

All of a sudden, Meng Fuyao packed a powerful punch. Amid the raging sound of the wind, she hollered, "Since you won't allow me to live, let's all die together!"

Her punch landed on Moon Soul, who was closer to her. As he was already back-facing the cliff, her unexpected move caused him to fall off!

A gray light flashed by at the speed of lightning.

Moon Soul dashed over at an unbelievable speed and saw no one, not even the murderer, Meng Fuyao. Leaping off the cliff, she shouted in anxiety, "Moon-"

She fell from the cliff, with an unwavering sense of determination.

She fell into a hug that was long overdue.

Under the cliff, the moon-like man silently held open his arms, waiting for the hug that he had antic.i.p.ated for 38 years. When the light, gray-haired woman really jumped down from the cliff without any hesitation into his arms, his eyes turned red in an instant.