Night Lock slightly lowered his eyes. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of Liu Yu’s mouth. “I was poisoned in my youth. The Water Divine Doctor said that my blood cannot be touched by sharp blades.”
Night Lock was stunned. The sword in his hand was pressed against the ground, with remaining blood slowly dripping. He wanted to lift the sword, but it seemed cast in place, immovable.
“When the Chen Prince was poisoned in his youth, I was powerless to rescue him. I could only transform the blood in his body into dispersed qi, which, though harmful to himself, also serves as self-defense. If a blade touches his blood, the wielder’s true qi will dissipate, rendering them unable to move and forced to surrender.” Water Ruhan explained.
Liu Yu was indeed a high strategist. Knowing he couldn’t defeat Night Lock, he was willing to stake his life…
“Shameful,” Night Lock coldly spat out two words.
“If I had my experts surround and kill you, that would be shameful.” Liu Yu’s face was pale but still wore a cruel smile, stepping closer to Night Lock with his sword pointed, “Now is the true resolution.”
“No…” I could no longer care about Water Ruhan’s obstruction. I suddenly pushed him away and ran toward the two people in the courtyard.
I spread my arms and stood directly in front of Night Lock, pleading as I looked at Liu Yu. The sword’s tip was just three centimeters from me. With just a slight exertion, it would pierce me.
“Clang—”
Yu stared at me in disbelief, then suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
“Oh.” I responded numbly, forgetting he was now an injured person. I brought the teacup back to his lips, but he imperceptibly moved his mouth away. When I moved it again, he moved away again. When I tried once more, he simply pressed close to my neck and shoulder…
“Liu Yu…” I began to complain while holding the teacup, his breath occasionally brushing against my neck, making it ticklish.
“If I keep avoiding, would you feed me like before?” His voice was like a snapped guitar string, pale and weak.
“…” If we were still children, I would definitely feed him water mouth-to-mouth because of his shameless behavior.
