Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Then, a sneer emerged on Li Mochou's pretty face. That smile contained complex emotions, including disdain for the world and deep irony for the scene before her. She turned her gaze to Xia Qingqing again and spoke in a low and cold voice.

"All the men in the world are really not good people. They are all heartless and unfaithful."

"Little girl, look at how pitiful and pathetic you are now! Your lover, the one you thought would go through thick and thin with you and never leave you, actually left you without hesitation to save another woman, leaving you alone to face this cruel fate."

Li Mochou had never expected that the seemingly frail little girl in front of her, Xia Qingqing, could actually be alive and not fall down and die immediately after enduring her full-strength attack from the [Five Poison Palm] which contained a strong toxin and tremendous internal force and hit her chest directly.

As a result, a hint of disbelief flashed across Li Mochou's beautiful eyes. After all, this [Five Poison Palm] was a unique skill that she had practiced for many years. The power that erupted from her palm was enough to scare many martial arts masters, let alone a little girl.

However, the facts are before her eyes. What Li Mochou had not expected was that Xia Qingqing was able to survive her [Five Poison Palm] as if by some miracle.

It was all relying on a hidden and little-known thing. It was this thing, like an impenetrable shield, quietly protecting Xia Qingqing when the crisis came.

All the mysteries are hidden in the seemingly ordinary but mysterious [gold vest] that Xia Qingqing is wearing at the moment. It turns out that when Yuan Chengzhi took Xia Qingqing south this time, he was full of worries about the unknown dangers on the way.

Therefore, Yuan Chengzhi specially gave this [gold vest] to Xia Qingqing, and reminded her repeatedly to wear it at all times during her trip to the south, and not to slack off at all.

This vest is by no means an ordinary item. Its exquisite craftsmanship and careful selection of materials are both breathtaking. It is carefully woven with rare, extremely fine and resilient gold wire in the world. Every inch of it contains the craftsman's hard work and wisdom.

Not only is the vest extremely light and fits the skin like nothing, it also has a protective power beyond imagination. It was precisely because of this magical vest that Li Mochou was able to withstand the astonishingly powerful [Five Poison Palm] when it attacked.

In that silent moment, it endured and neutralized most of the poison and the overwhelming impact force, thus saving Xia Qingqing's life.

At this time, Xia Qingqing, who was extremely weak after being hit by the [Five Poison Palm], was lying on the cold and damp ground. Her eyes, which were originally clear and bright, were as deep and pure as the water in an autumn lake.

At this moment, she was looking helplessly at the gray sky outside the inn. Her eyes were filled with hazy mist, as if condensed with all the sadness and despair, which could turn into crystal tears at any time, flowing silently in the next second, drowning the last bit of strength in her heart.

Cold, a biting cold, attacked from all directions, penetrating into her bones, causing Xia Qingqing's delicate and boneless body to tremble involuntarily, but...how could this physical coldness compare to the chill in her heart?

It was a bone-chilling chill that emanated from the inside out, impossible to escape or resist.

Why...why does it hurt so much?

Xia Qingqing's heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, each one of which deeply hurt her soul. The pain was not only physical torture, but also a tearing and breaking of the soul deep in its heart.

At this moment, Xia Qingqing felt that her life seemed to have suddenly fallen into darkness. She had completely lost her direction and hope. All the beautiful visions and dreams she once had turned into bubbles and drifted away with the wind.

Ever since he witnessed with his own eyes his beloved lover Yuan Chengzhi, he actually used his Qinggong skills without hesitation for another gentle and beautiful woman Jiao Wan'er.

When Xia Qingqing chased after the feared "Deadly Swordsman" Yan Shisan like an arrow shot from a bow, her heart felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows and had been shattered into thousands of pieces.

At that moment, Xia Qingqing seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own heartbreaking, clear and harsh, shaking her soul. No matter how angry she was, how much she resented Yuan Chengzhi's indifference and betrayal, no matter how she tried to use anger to cover up the pain in her heart, it seemed to be of no avail.

Her heart had been broken to pieces, and the cracks spread like a spider web, never to be healed. At this moment, she only felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if the whole world had lost its color, leaving only endless darkness and coldness.

Until this moment, Xia Qingqing's heart finally came to her senses as if it had been completely frozen by ice. The reason why Yuan Chengzhi chose to stay with her was, in the final analysis, only because of a heavy promise he made to his deceased mother Wen Yi.

This promise was like an invisible and intangible yet extremely strong shackle that bound him tightly to his side, making it impossible for Yuan Chengzhi to escape the arrangement of fate.

However, under this heavy promise, Xia Qingqing also clearly knew at this moment that Yuan Chengzhi's heart had never really opened to her, and he had never really entered Xia Qingqing's world and had a mutual understanding with her.

Haha, now what's the point of living or dying in this vast sea of ​​people? In this cold and cruel world, she has lost the most precious thing to herself.

That pure and flawless love, and the strong arms that once gave her endless warmth and support, all these beautiful things were like a dream bubble, fleeting, leaving only nothingness and emptiness.

For Xia Qingqing now, living is nothing but an endless torment and unspeakable torture; every day seems to be wandering in the darkness, unable to find the direction to move forward, nor can she see the dawn of the future.

All the laughter and happiness she had once had turned into sharp blades, cutting her heart over and over again, causing her so much pain that she wished she was dead. In comparison, death might be the only way to escape this endless sea of ​​suffering and gain liberation...

Looking at Xia Qingqing's delicate and flawless face, which seemed to have been carefully carved, it was now filled with a look of despair as if one's heart was dead. It was a sadness and helplessness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Those crystal tears, like pearls with broken strings, flowed slowly down Xia Qingqing's soft and delicate cheeks. Every drop of them sparkled with a sad light, as if silently telling of endless sorrow and unspeakable pain, which made people feel pity when seeing it.

On the side, Li Mochou's pretty face with a bit of cold temperament seemed even more indifferent and distant at this moment. There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and there was no warmth in that smile.

Instead, there was a piercing chill and mockery in his expression, as if he was mercilessly mocking Xia Qingqing's experience, or as if he was venting some complex emotions in his heart, sneering.

"Little girl! In this complicated world, love is often the most unreliable illusion. If there is an afterlife, never trust any man easily again. There are few men who are worthy of your trust, and none of them are good."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mochou's right hand, which was as white as jade and as smooth as cream, quickly raised up with an indescribable elegance. This hand was extremely delicate, like the most exquisite porcelain in the world, and every subtle movement revealed an extraordinary beauty.

Li Mochou's slender jade fingertips moved lightly, as subtle and precise as a dragonfly touching the water. Then, several [Ice Soul Silver Needles] that flashed with a cold blue light and emitted a heart-pounding chill were shot out from her slender fingertips as if they were given life.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

These [Ice Soul Silver Needles] drew graceful arcs in the air, with an astonishing speed, almost beyond the limit of the naked eye, just like a meteor that suddenly streaked across the night sky, carrying an irresistible power and majesty.