Duan Yun and Shen Ying showed contempt on their faces.
It hasn’t been long, and they already look like they’re dying.
Afterwards, Murong continued, "In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up and heard some faint sounds."
"At that time, Ning Tian and I were staying at an inn by the river. Because the inn was full, our rooms were not next to each other. I thought about leaving, but suddenly I really wanted to see her, just one more glance."
Hearing this, Duan Yun and Shen Ying showed a contemptuous expression again.
Knowing it was his sister and still peeking; isn’t that perverted? Knowing not to get too involved, yet still wanting to look; isn’t that asking for trouble?
Murong no longer wanted to comment on the two, as their gazes were very similar - a perfect match like a married couple.
You’ll understand my pain when you find out you are siblings!
"Don’t look at me like that, I really couldn’t help it. I went to the outside of Ning Tian’s room, but found out Ning Tian hadn’t slept yet. There was no lighting in the room, but it seemed like someone was there.
Since Ning Tian’s room was by the river, the moonscape was just right that night and suitable for a romantic setting, so in the reflection of the river, I saw him talking to someone else. The moment I saw that person, I was scared to death."
"Do you know who I saw? It was my sister Qingqing. Qingqing was talking to Ning Tian, and it seemed like they knew each other for a long time. Although I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, I could feel they were discussing me, like they were planning against me.
Their faces reflected in the riverwater, rippling, looked like they were staring at me, which was terrifying."
"Maybe, from the moment Ning Tian made his move, this was a trap set against me. Qingqing must have known I would come!"
Hearing this, Duan Yun and Shen Ying were shocked again.
Dammit, the sibling catching hasn’t even started yet, and this already sounds like a horror movie.
"I initially felt I could handle Qingqing, but now two against one, I lost confidence. I felt I couldn’t outplay them, so I ran away in the middle of the night. Yet it seemed like they didn’t let me go and chased after me.
I had to take detours while fleeing; just a few days ago, I hid in a graveyard for almost half a month before finally shaking them off, and only then did I return here."
At this point, Murong seemed like he had lost half his life.
"I shouldn’t have gone out, if I hadn’t gone out, I wouldn’t have met a new sister, wouldn’t have hit it off right away, wouldn’t have made a travel pact, and without these memories, I wouldn’t be in so much pain now."
Speaking, Murong wore a pained mask again.
"And, I wouldn’t be so scared."
"Really, feeling pain and fear."
At this moment, fear was evident in Murong’s eyes, as if he had suddenly seen a vision of the new sister teaming up with the old sister, frightening him.
"So, you mean to say, during your long absence, you hit it off with your new sister, and went off talking about romance?"
At this point, a woman’s voice echoed eerily.
"Not exactly talking about romance, but there was an inexplicable attraction, being together made me want to..."
At this moment, Murong suddenly realized that the speaker wasn’t Shen Ying.
If it wasn’t Shen Ying, then who was speaking?
Murong turned around, and his hair stood on end from fright.
He saw Feng Ling’er standing there.
The light of the oil lamp only lit up her lower body; her face was completely unclear, making it especially terrifying in the dead of night.
"Ling’er," Murong said nervously.
He reached for his weapon but realized he had placed his blade next to the table while drinking earlier.
"Why, bro, are you scared to see me?" Feng Ling’er said softly.
"Actually, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, as you’re as unreliable and cowardly as now. Our grievances should’ve been settled. I wouldn’t go too far, after all, we’re siblings. But why did you have him shoot my behind and make him tremble me dozens of times?"
At this, Feng Ling’er looked resentfully at Duan Yun standing behind Murong.
"Trembling? Dozens of times?"
Murong’s face turned green as he looked back at Duan Yun.
Duan Yun, looking innocent, said, "Brother, it was all a misunderstanding."
With a clang, at this moment, Feng Ling’er’s Red Face Sword was unsheathed.
"Murong, prepare to die!"
Murong, without any hesitation, quickly shielded himself with Duan Yun and pleaded, "Help me, please!"
Duan Yun calmly said, "I already agreed with her that I wouldn’t interfere with your sibling issues this time."
With a swish, the Sword Qi of the Red Face Sword shot out!
Murong jumped through the window, and Feng Ling’er chased after him with her sword.
The night at Yuzhu Villa became lively once again, occasionally filled with Murong’s screams.
Shen Ying couldn’t help but say, "Are you really not going to help?"
She felt like Murong was going to be chopped to death.
Duan Yun said seriously, "He should be fine."
He noticed while causing Feng Ling’er to tremble, she really only intended to give Murong a beating, not to kill him.
With a bang, Murong pushed the door open and walked in.
His appearance startled both Duan Yun and Shen Ying.
He had branches with bright flowers stuck in his head, looking like a sunflower.
"Murong, from now on our grievances are settled."
Outside, Feng Ling’er’s cold voice could be heard.
Duan Yun, looking at Murong’s pitiful state, said, "Brother, how are you?"
After saying these two words, Murong suddenly fainted.