Abandoned Woman Busy Farming
Chapter 1415 - 1417: Familiar Embrace, Cold Qi_1

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1417: Familiar Embrace, Cold Qi_1

Jin Jing saw Sangta taking out the Anti-corpse Powder, and her face couldn’t help but change color. She immediately reminded Honglian and Yuefeng to be careful to dodge, while she also found it strange. Didn’t Sangta have a golden weapon that could chop off her hand in one stroke? Why wasn’t he using it now?

Although she was impulsive, she was not a fool, and immediately thought that Sangta might not have it on him, or that it was not something that could be used casually; her nerves eased considerably.

The only thing she was afraid of was Sangta, who had once shockingly chopped off her hand with a single sword strike.

"Sangta, we’ve captured your love rival. Do you really want to save him so he can return and live in double bliss with the woman you love? I didn’t know when you became such a saint!" Jin Jing said sarcastically from behind.

Sangta’s hand, which was sprinkling the Anti-corpse Powder, paused slightly, allowing Yuefeng to escape from his grasp, but Honglian, whose martial arts were not as good as Yuefeng’s, got some of the powder on her arm.

"Ah..." Honglian screamed in pain, and Yuefeng, distressed, rushed up and pulled her into his embrace.

"Honglian, have you turned into a flesh zombie? Haha, so this is the path to eternal life you sought, how interesting." Sangta laughed loudly, but soon he noticed something was wrong. Honglian’s usual radiance was gone, her beautiful eyes dull and lifeless.

Bai Ruozhu, who was also observing Honglian, suddenly realized and shouted loudly, "Sangta, attack Jin Jing directly! She has used some method to make Honglian follow her commands!"

Upon hearing this, Sangta immediately lunged at Jin Jing, and sure enough, Jin Jing formed a hand seal and ordered Yuefeng to continue capturing Jiang Yichun, while Honglian moved to protect her.

She didn’t care about whether Honglian was hurt or not; in fact, she wanted Honglian to taste this pain. However, Yuefeng had only Honglian in his heart and roared before defying the order and attacking Sangta.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yichun found an opportunity. He turned his head to look at Bai Ruozhu riding on Xiaohei, and that glance seemed to traverse a thousand years as he finally could see her face clearly!

It was as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart, causing him unbearable pain. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, his whole body convulsing. In the blink of an eye, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Bai Ruozhu, who had been angry with him, was startled by his sudden change and quickly dismounted from Xiaohei, running towards him.

"You..." Jiang Yichun reached out with trembling hands, and even though the pain was almost making it hard for him to breathe, he still tried to smooth the frown on her forehead. Why was this gesture so familiar?

Bai Ruozhu’s eyes reddened as she quickly grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, "Do you have chest pain? Do you feel anything else?"

Her frown deepened. It wasn’t poisoning, and there were no obvious symptoms in his body. What was it? Was it witchcraft?

Looking at his tortured appearance, she felt completely helpless and even hated herself for not learning more at the Astrology Tower, otherwise she might have been able to deal with this non-medical issue.

Sangta, fighting one against twenty, was up against two immensely strong and hardy flesh zombies, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to cope. He carelessly suffered a gash on his arm.

Jin Jing was desperately chanting spells. She couldn’t let Jiang Yichun and Bai Ruozhu make contact, couldn’t let him remember anything.

Suddenly, as Yuefeng fought with Sangta, he lunged at Jiang Yichun, who was in severe pain and unable to react. Bai Ruozhu, in panic, grabbed a bottle of Anti-corpse Powder and threw it.

Yuefeng had anticipated Bai Ruozhu’s move and evaded. He found a safe angle and kicked at Bai Ruozhu.

Bai Ruozhu was so frightened that she hurriedly dodged; with Yuefeng’s martial arts and his current strength, if that kick had landed, she would have undoubtedly suffered internal injuries.

As she retreated rapidly, she didn’t anticipate a short desert plant behind her. Her foot caught on it, and she fell backward.

She thought she was about to hit the sandy ground, but unexpectedly, she fell into a firm and somewhat cold embrace. Her eyes widened as Jiang Yichun, who had just been on the ground crying out in pain, had rushed to her side to catch her and was holding her tightly in his arms.

A mix of emotions surged in her heart, but it was the warmth of his body that jolted her back to her senses.

His body had never been this cold; it seemed that the evil technique was indeed causing mischief.

"Jin Jing, who would have thought that Honglian, priding herself on her cunningness, still became your slave, hahaha." Sangta sent Honglian flying with a slap and laughed loudly at Jin Jing.

Honglian rose as if she didn’t feel pain at all and charged towards Sangta again, determined not to let him near Jin Jing. At that moment, she truly resembled a monster, yes, a monster, not a demon.

Her hair was a dull grey, her lips black, as though she was afflicted with some bizarre disease, and the aura and brilliance her body once had were gone, replaced with a madness that made her cries seem utterly ironic to anyone who saw her.

"She is shrewd, but her cleverness led her to be too self-confident – that’s why she, who looked down on me, let this reptile crawl up over her." Jin Jing began to laugh, her expression wildly insane. But what good was her victory? She had still turned into a monster.

Even though Jin Jing had taken control of Honglian and vented the spite in her chest, during the silent nights, she still couldn’t sleep, still felt profoundly desolate. Indeed, what did it matter that she won? She had already become a monster.

Therefore, everything in her future was only for the sake of this man before her. As long as she had this man by her side, what did the years to come matter?

Jin Jing once again ordered Yuefeng to capture Jiang Yichun, but Yuefeng instead lunged at Sangta, intent on saving Honglian. Jin Jing’s face turned pale. Was she losing control over Honglian, or was Honglian unable to control Yuefeng?

If Yuefeng broke free from control, the first person he would kill would be her, right?

Just as she was distracted, a golden light flashed suddenly, and Yuefeng let out a scream; an arm was flung away.

Yuefeng, in agony, rolled several times on the ground, yet there was not a drop of blood from the severed limb.

Jin Jing inwardly cursed her plight. Reluctantly casting a glance at Jiang Yichun who was holding Bai Ruozhu not far away, she instructed Yuefeng to pick up his arm and flee together.

"Sangta, you’re hurt." Bai Ruozhu called out to the fleeing Sangta, taking out some healing medicine. "You’re injured; let me apply some medicine for you."

No sooner had her words fallen, than a hand with slender fingers appeared before her, snatching away the Golden Wound Medicine she had just taken out. She turned to look at Jiang Yichun, bewildered, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yichun kept a straight face, visibly annoyed as he said, "I’ll do it! Don’t you as a woman know to avoid impropriety? Have you never heard of the difference between men and women?"

The warmth that had just begun to bloom in Bai Ruozhu’s heart instantly dissipated, "Difference between men and women? When you were with Honglian, why didn’t you talk about the difference between men and women? Sangta got hurt while saving you; don’t you think it’s ingratitude to speak this way now? Fine, even if you don’t feel grateful to him, he has helped me. I, Bai Ruozhu, am not someone who doesn’t know how to be thankful!"