Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 676: Morning Rain New Year
Pei Ye held the head with his sword and sealed the two broken ends with flames to keep the blood out.

He looked back and saw that the small candle in the hall, which had just been nearly extinguished by the wind, was now swaying gently and growing stronger little by little.

The spring rain was slightly cool, and the wind flowed in through the window. The bedroom was not completely quiet, but it was peaceful and warm. The gauze curtains swayed gently, leaving the shape of the wind. The woman's gentle and even breathing was in my ears. The light mist of incense lingered and dispersed in my vision. There was no sound when I stepped on the thick carpet. This was indeed a deep palace, not a place where any assassin could walk on flat ground.

Pei Ye turned his head and vaguely saw the woman's peaceful face through the curtain. She was indeed afraid of the cold, and the quilt seemed to be one size larger, covering the entire bed. However, the material seemed to be very soft, not to the point of suffocating her.

A tiny head popped out from between the pillow and quilt. Pei Ye stared at it for a while through the gauze curtain. His rain-soaked boots stepped on the blanket, and he held a gleaming sword in his hand. He wondered how he could sleep so soundly.

But soon, because she slept so peacefully, he put on a faint smile and for a moment he felt like a cat owner again.

He sighed softly, and a fatigue from deep within his body began to rise from all directions, like a string that had been pulled for dozens of days finally rebounding. Then he put the clean sword back into the sheath, and slid down to sit against the tall and wide headboard of the bed.

The more he looked at the headless corpse in front of him, the more at ease he felt, as if all his speculations and doubts over the past few days had been settled and truly settled here.

Pei Ye had guessed that he would come like this very early on.

Back then, they diverted water from Taiye Lake to Jingchi Lake, but it was impossible to divert water to the bedroom of Mingyue Palace, so how could He Wujian appear from nothingness? Pei Ye took over the "Mingyue Thorn" case, a 23-year-old unsolved case, from Xianren Terrace. After killing Yu Sicheng in half a month, only this link was left.

It was not until that spring night when Pei Ye walked into the place where Yue Muzhou was and felt a cool "pa" on his cheek that he shuddered violently.

Oh, it's raining.

It was indeed difficult for him to think of this long-lost spirit of nature. The last time he met it was three or four months ago. At that time, he was still discussing the entrance examination with Fang Jidao in Xichi. The few words in Yue Muzhou's case file were not enough to arouse his feeling of the moistness of all things.

The sound of water dripping and gurgling creates a white mist in the world, confusing people's vision. Of course, only this mist is enough to blur the boundary between shore and water.

Things in the water can come to the shore briefly and intermittently at times like this - maybe the heavier the rain, the better?
Pei Ye had guessed this a long time ago, just as he had also guessed that this assassination sword must have been prepared in the mirage and only fell into reality when the sword was drawn.

But he would never dare to gamble.

He didn't dare to take the pearl powder when it was raining and come to the mirage in advance to intercept. He didn't know how long the rain would last, nor did he know when the assassin would come, or whether he would come in the rain.

More importantly, what if it wasn’t?
He had no way to exit the spiritual realm at any time.

This is the uncertainty that has spread for forty days.

Guarding was ten times more difficult than assassination, and he had only sufficient experience with the latter. Before the sword really came, even if he was 90% sure that he had seen through the assassin, he could only keep it in his heart and sit on the steps in silence.

And it seemed that there was always an invisible omission. Pei Ye didn't know where it was, but he could never be sure that it didn't exist.

So he really did his best to prepare.

Yue Muzhou said, now that I know this, this matter will not succeed.

Pei Ye knew it, and he learned [Unrestrained];
But he still couldn't feel at ease. He thought, what if I didn't know? What if this was just a mistake, an illusion? So he thought that Yue Muzhou had drawn his sword unexpectedly, while he had been prepared. Although his speed seemed to be the same, he was actually slower, so he had to draw his sword in front of him.

It was an extremely cruel attempt. Before he could jump into the palace gate, his right arm and left leg had been dismembered in the air.

Later he did this, but the rain still did not come, so Pei Ye thought, after so many years, what if the other party has become faster?

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed to him, and in the end, he felt it was inevitable. So he became anxious again in his heart - now he was as fast as Yue Muzhou, and could only be killed after he thrust his sword into Wei Qingju's shadow, so if the assassin was also killed after he thrust his sword into Li Xizhou's throat... what was the point?

So he became faster than Yue Muzhou.

The man stood guard in front of the steps. Every time was a new beginning, but the boy continued to become more and more skilled, and in the end the sword seemed to be imprinted in his body - the undeniable truth was that Pei Ye had never practiced a boring sword move so diligently.

So when the assassination really happened tonight, Pei Ye realized... the other party was too slow.

When those eyes opened from the void, it was like a drop of water "plop" falling into the boy's heart.

He had been observing the palace for forty days and could even see clearly how the spider in the corner of the courtyard made its web.

The man's arrival was without any twists and turns. It was so simple and clear. It was just as the old man said, "Because I already knew, he will die here."

He twisted his body, pressed his hands on the edge of the steps, and leaped up. The water droplets on the corners of his clothes were still floating in the air, and Pei Ye had already passed the screen. The sword light was born in the darkness, and the figure was emerging from the void. Pei Ye even had time to consider the angle of piercing his throat to avoid nailing him to the bedpost.

Pei Ye was very sure that the man had not reacted when he pierced his throat, so he saw two drops of blood about to drip onto the woman's cheek.

Grandpa Yue is right, [Wu Ji] is the fastest sword in the world.

Yun Lang didn't have such a sword, Dongting didn't have such a sword, and Pei Ye had never thought that there would be such a sword in the world.

He only took a cross section of it, but it was already so fast. With such a sword in hand, how could he not be able to protect the people he wanted to protect?
Pei Ye leaned against the head of the bed and thought in a daze. Once his tense thoughts were shaken off, they began to fly. His nose smelled the warm aroma again, this time it was not mutton soup. Pei Ye tilted his head. It turned out that he was too close to the bed and his head was resting on the corner of the quilt.

"This quilt is so soft and smooth, I must get one in the future." He thought to himself, raised his head and moved away from the bed. He felt that the hall was quiet, warm and fragrant, so he leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was not as bright as I had imagined. The rain had not stopped all night. The sky outside the window was hazy and the sound of rain was blocked out.

Pei Ye moved his neck, inevitably feeling a little stiff and painful, but he did feel a lot more relaxed. Then he remembered something, and suddenly stretched his neck to look at the bed, only to meet a pair of beautiful eyes.

There was no sound from Li Xianfang in the yard, which showed that it was still very early. Li Xizhou was lying on his side on the edge of the bed, still covered with a quilt, with only half of his arm stretched out. He was supporting his head with his hand, and was leaning over to look at him with a smile.

He leaned against the head of the bed, and she leaned slightly over on the pillow. The hall was still dim and quiet.

"Are you hurt?" she whispered.

"No." Pei Ye opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the familiar but overly beautiful face in front of him. He didn't notice that she was suddenly not wearing a mask and was so close to him. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. "You, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Pei Ye smiled and found a topic: "You, why do you seem to look different from before."

"Are the eyes different?"

Pei Ye was stunned: "Hmm... indeed, the eyes are very different."

He had noticed this pair of clear, light-colored eyes when they first met. Upon closer inspection, they had a kind of magnificence that displayed a myriad of things. At that time, paired with the golden mask, they seemed quite indifferent and cold.

"Well, I will modify them." Li Xizhou said, "If you let the two kinds of blood flow in your body, it will look like this, and you can see things at night and in the water. But I will wear a small piece of Yangyilou, which is very light and soft and can be put into the eyes. The color will look normal to outsiders."

"...Oh." Pei Ye was just saying it casually, not really wanting to ask this. He smiled and said, "Actually, I think... other places are also a little different. Anyway... I can't explain it clearly."

"Really? Which face do you think is prettier?" Li Xizhou smiled and looked at him. "If I don't wear a mask in front of you, which face do you like to see?"

"..."

In his heart, Pei Ye still felt that Xu Chuo's appearance was more natural. He was both familiar and close to her. This face... was indeed too beautiful and not like that of this world. For some reason he did not dare to look at it for long. But then he remembered that it was probably the result of the joint creation of two kinds of immortal hunting blood, just like the divine Chi, which was so beautiful that it was otherworldly.

"Your Highness, it's up to you. I don't have any likes or dislikes." Pei Ye tried to be more natural, smiled, and pointed, "Your Highness, the assassin last night has been killed."

"I saw it."

"Oh." It was hard not to see such a huge headless corpse kneeling there, but Pei Ye was just finding something to say.

"I told you to guard outside the palace, but you dared to enter the bedroom at night and fell asleep." Li Xizhou looked at him and whispered, "Who gave you such courage?"

Her hair was disheveled and her voice was soft. Her words had no deterrent power, but they gave Pei Ye an opportunity to speak. He smiled and said, "Your Highness has been harsh in treating me and not letting me sleep for dozens of days. This crime is excusable."

He glanced out the window and was about to ask what time it was and whether he should go and ask Li Xianfang to cook... but his whole body froze and he stood still.

The woman on the couch leaned over completely, the quilt slipped from her shoulders and neck, and she stretched out a naked arm to him, gently wrapping his neck. She didn't show much expression, just gently pressed against the boy's cheek, and then gently buried her head in the boy's neck.

Pei Ye was stunned and motionless. He leaned against the edge of the bed, as if he felt his own warm body temperature for the first time. The woman under his ear didn't say a word, but just rubbed it gently again and buried her head deeper.

The cool rain was blocked outside the window. There was no sound, only the warm incense drifting up and down.

(End of this chapter)