PNB Chapter 358: Escaping One Calamity and Taunting the Flower Monk
Chapter 358: Escaping One Calamity and Taunting the Flower Monk
Not far away, the Flower Monk stood in the rain, his eyes fixed on the direction of Black Impermanence.
When he saw the expression on Hei Wuchang's face, which looked as if he had seen a ghost and was even more disgusting than if he had eaten excrement, his heart sank, and a complex emotion mixed with anger and shame surged into his heart like a tide.
"Damn it! That brat Fang Xiaoxiao has managed to slip away right under my nose again!"
The monk's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and the veins on his neck bulged as if they were about to break free from the skin's restraints.
His eyes were wide open, burning with a raging fire that seemed capable of evaporating all the rain.
"Listen up, you bastards! Even if we have to dig this ground up and search every inch of the earth, we have to find Fang Xiaoxiao and that bastard!"
The Flower Monk roared hysterically, his voice sounding particularly mournful in the storm, like a wounded beast howling in despair.
On a distant hillside, Fang Xiaoxiao was using a homemade peephole to observe the ugly behavior of the monk and his companions. At that moment, she was filled with the joy of surviving a calamity and contempt for her enemies.
"Hahaha, look at how furious they are, they're just like a bunch of headless flies bumping around!"
Fang Xiaoxiao laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, and tears were almost streaming down her face.
Her laughter was crisp and loud, sounding especially cheerful on this gloomy rainy day, as if it were the most merciless mockery of the Flower Monk and the others.
After laughing enough, she turned around and excitedly described to Pei Yan what she had just seen.
"Pei Yan, you didn't see it! That monk's face is like a color palette, turning green one minute and red the next. It's hilarious!"
Fang Xiaoxiao spoke while gesturing, her eyebrows dancing and her spirits soaring.
Pei Yan couldn't help but smile as he looked at her smug expression.
The two exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with understanding and ease.
"Let's go, don't waste time here. We need to hurry to the armory and meet up with the city's garrison commanders."
As Fang Xiaoxiao spoke, the smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a determined expression.
Pei Yan nodded, and the two figures gradually disappeared into the wind and rain, leaving only their firm steps and unyielding beliefs.
Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan rode their horses at breakneck speed through the wind and rain. The horses' hooves splashed up mud and water, making a "clattering" sound.
The wind howled like an angry beast, whipping their clothes wildly.
Large raindrops pelted down relentlessly, like countless silver needles piercing their skin.
But it seemed as if the heavens were deliberately working against them; as they hurried on their way, the rain intensified.
The rain was like a celestial river bursting its banks, pouring down in a deluge.
The whole world seemed to be shrouded in the torrential rain, turning into a chaotic ocean.
The rain stung their faces, and their vision was so blurred they could barely see the road ahead. Left with no other choice, the two men tightened the reins, gradually slowing their horses as they frantically searched for shelter from the downpour.
Just as their gaze fell upon a somewhat dilapidated temple, and they were about to spur their horses toward it, they suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps. Immediately afterward, a group of people dressed in peasant clothes surged into the ruined temple like a tide.
The temple's tranquility was instantly shattered, and a tense atmosphere filled the damp air.
Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan keenly noticed that although these people were dressed in simple peasant clothes, their straight backs, orderly steps, and the unwavering determination and vigilance that inadvertently revealed in their eyes all demonstrated the unique temperament of soldiers.
Among this group of people, there was one particularly eye-catching figure. This person was tall, over eight feet in height.
His broad shoulders seemed capable of bearing a thousand pounds, and his strong arms seemed capable of shaking mountains.
His broad shoulders and thick waist gave him a powerful sense of pressure, and his thick, needle-like beard added to his fierce appearance.
What is most unforgettable are his eyes, like stars in a cold night sky—deep, sharp, and cold; a single glance from them can send chills down one's spine.
The moment this person stepped into the dilapidated temple, his sharp gaze, like lightning, shot straight at Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan, his eyes filled with scrutiny and vigilance, as if trying to see through their very souls.
The moment Fang Xiaoxiao saw the other person, her mind started racing like a windmill.
Her bright eyes scanned the burly man, and she secretly pondered, "Judging from his imposing presence and the unintentional air of authority and competence he exudes, he is most likely a soldier stationed five hundred miles from the city gate. If that's the case, then it's truly heaven's help!"
Thinking of this, she was overjoyed, and a flash of excitement crossed her eyes.
She hurriedly tried to wink at Pei Yan, her eyes urgent and suggestive.
Pei Yan was incredibly intelligent, and naturally he had already realized that the big man was no ordinary person.
He nodded slightly, giving Fang Xiaoxiao a knowing look, indicating that he understood her meaning.
So the two of them remained motionless, like two pine trees rooted in the same spot, their expressions calm and composed.
Their gazes met the burly man's scrutinizing and wary eyes with composure, seemingly calm on the surface, but inwardly they were churning with turmoil, secretly anticipating his next move.
The burly man was a straightforward and unrestrained person. Seeing that the couple in front of him showed no fear under his sharp, piercing gaze, but instead remained calm and composed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.
He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, the sound of which seemed to make the dust in the temple tremble in the air.
"Hahaha, you two little brats have quite the guts!"
The burly man's voice, like rolling thunder, echoed throughout the rather cramped temple, its lingering sound reverberating.
He strode forward, walking straight toward Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan, each step firm and powerful, as if the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly with each step.
His tall stature, like a majestic mountain peak, gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.
When he reached them, the big man stopped in his tracks, standing before them like an unshakeable giant tower.
His eyes, as large as copper bells, swept over them again, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if trying to see through their thoughts.
"Hmph! Your sudden appearance in this dilapidated temple amidst the wind and rain, in the middle of nowhere, must not be a coincidence, right?"
The burly man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable air of authority.