Chapter 172 Dual Blades, Icy Brilliance in the Martial World (41)

Qi Jiayan’s gaze darkened. Approaching a bit closer, he said, “Young Hero Weng, are you so leisurely on this journey?”

Weng Quan looked slightly embarrassed. “On this journey together, encountering such a beautiful sea of flowers is rare. Making a flower crown for the girl I like to cheer her up is not a bad idea.”

A hint of darkness flashed in Qi Jiayan’s eyes, and his tone grew deeper. “Young Hero Weng, do you know about the peculiarities of Young Lady Bai’s body? Aren’t you afraid?”

Weng Quan countered, “Why should I be afraid? After spending so much time together, I know what kind of person Female Hero Bai is. She wouldn’t harm me.”

Finally, today he could express his feelings to Bai Tang.

Qi Jiayan’s gaze grew even deeper. “I’m referring to the fact that it seems like there are two people living in Young Lady Bai’s body.”

Weng Quan continued weaving the flower crown. “Yes, the young lady I like is the one who can smile and jump off a cliff, the one who endured severe injuries to force poison out for me. It’s not the Young Lady Yaoyao of Wind Guardian Hall. I’ve always known they are not the same person. What does that matter? I know who I like very clearly. Young Master Qi, do you also like her?”

Qi Jiayan inexplicably smiled coldly. “Young Lady Bai is not the person I like.”

It was never too late for him to kill her. How could he possibly like her? Bai Tang had killed him twice and even crippled his martial arts. He wasn’t a masochist. .

“Then, please remember what you said today, Young Master Qi.” With one less rival in love, Weng Quan’s mood naturally improved.

Weng Quan finished making the flower crown, and took a few deep breaths to ease his nervousness. Qi Jiayan looked at Weng Quan’s nervous yet joyful appearance and suddenly felt a strong desire to destroy this person.

Look, everyone stands in the light, but he deserves to be mired in the mud.

Qi Jiayan was clear that he didn’t like Bai Tang, but he still followed quietly, hiding in the shadows.

Bai Tang had already lit the fire. As dusk approached, beside her was a brilliant sea of flowers, and on the other side, a dense forest. The flickering firelight illuminated a figure sitting on a stone, clad in green, with gentle eyes. The scene was exceptionally beautiful.

Weng Quan’s heart raced, and a blush appeared on his face as he presented the flower crown. “Female Hero Bai, I made a flower crown. Please take a look. Do you like it?”

“It’s very beautiful,” praised Bai Tang.

“I’ll put it on for you,” Weng Quan’s hands trembled slightly.

Bai Tang looked at him strangely and took the flower crown, “I’ll do it myself, Young Hero Weng.”

“Alright, alright,” the spirited young man replied with a hint of disappointment, beginning to formulate the words he had kept hidden in his heart.

As someone who had been through it, Yaoyao immediately understood. No matter when, the essence of a person who watches gossip was always there. Now that she was enjoying Bai Tang’s drama, the pain of her recent heartbreak doesn’t feel as acute anymore.

As Bai Tang placed the flower crown on her head, the usually free-spirited female swordsman appeared a bit more charming. Bai Tang didn’t dwell too much on it—after all, they both knew how to maintain their boundaries. A flower crown didn’t signify much.

Observing Weng Quan’s hesitation, Bai Tang cut to the chase. “Young Hero Weng, is there something you want to say?”

His heart pounding faster at the sight of the woman before him, Weng Quan stammered, “By riverside are cooing, a pair of turtledoves; a gentleman is wooing, a fair lady he loves. Young Lady Bai, my heart is drawn to you.”

Bai Tang blinked. Did she hear that correctly?

Immediately taking off the flower crown, Bai Tang stood up and said, “Young Hero Weng, I am not a fair lady, and I have no romantic feelings for you. Please put your feelings aside.”

Bai Tang had no hesitation in rejecting him.

“A-ah…” His heart, filled with nervous joy, sank to the depths of despair in an instant. While Weng Quan had anticipated rejection, he hadn’t expected it to be so blunt and decisive. It felt like a hand squeezing his heart, leaving him breathless, aching, his expression frozen, his eyes filled with desolation.

Whether or not she was a fair lady, he never cared.

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