Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Seeing the longsword coming at him, Xie Xiaoyi twisted his waist sharply at the last second.

He narrowly avoided the sword's edge, while simultaneously flicking his wrist, drawing one long and one short sword from his waist with a clang.

The longsword smoothly blocked Xiao Lingyun's thrusting sword, and with a "clang," it made his tiger's mouth go numb.

However, Xie Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and held on. His short knife was cunning, and he slashed back along the blade, aiming straight for Xiao Lingyun's wrist that was holding the sword.

Xiao Lingyun snorted coldly, twisted his wrist slightly, and his long sword deflected the short knife, sweeping horizontally in the process.

Xie Xiaoyi's chest heaved from the force of Xiao Lingyun's internal energy, and he dared not take it head-on.

He slipped and spun around awkwardly on the ground, dodging the fatal blow, but his shoulder was grazed by the sword energy, leaving a bloody gash.

"You dare touch my junior sister? You'll die today!"

Xiao Lingyun pressed forward relentlessly, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce, his sword energy crisscrossing and completely blocking Xie Xiaoyi's escape routes.

Xie Xiaoyi secretly groaned inwardly.

It's unbelievable that Xiao Lingyun is not only handsome, but also has such high martial arts skills.

Having only recently transmigrated, Xie Xiaoyi's martial arts and internal energy were entirely powered by his own memories, and he was still far from adapting to this body.

Fuck!

I hope I don't die at the hands of this senior brother of the "Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect" right after I transmigrated here.

After several rounds, Xie Xiaoyi was in grave danger, with another sword wound on his shoulder, his clothes soaked in blood.

Xie Xiaoyi thought to himself, "Xiao Lingyun's sword energy is too domineering; I definitely won't survive a direct confrontation..."

Seeing the long sword coming again, he barely managed to block it with his crossed swords.

He was jolted backward, his feet carving two shallow furrows in the ground, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Xie Xiaoyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a sly glint in his eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Lingyun sheathed his sword, he suddenly grinned and laughed out loud:

"Her senior brother!"

Don't rush to kill!

Do you know what your aloof and proud junior sister looked like in my arms last night?

Xiao Lingyun's swordplay suddenly stopped, his pupils widened in shock, and his killing intent surged instantly, causing his hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.

"You're asking for it!"

"Am I looking for death?"

Xie Xiaoyi deliberately dragged out his words, using tricky footwork to dodge left and right through the gaps in the sword energy.

"I think you're just too scared to listen."

That girl, Murong Wei, looks like a block of ice, but I wasted so much of her time yesterday...

That figure, that chest, that voice...

"Tsk tsk, that sounds much better than calling you 'Senior Brother'."

Xie Xiaoyi deliberately provoked Xiao Lingyun. He knew that he was no match for him in terms of martial arts, so he could only try to provoke him and perhaps survive.

She also said that none of the rules of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect were as comfortable as being in my arms.

"Your senior brother is so rigid, he can't even say a sweet word..."

"shut up!!"

Xiao Lingyun was indeed thoroughly enraged, and his originally steady and sharp sword moves suddenly became impatient and ruthless.

He wished he could cleave Xie Xiaoyi in two with a single sword strike, completely abandoning his previous composure.

The next move saw the longsword sweep across with a full three-tenths of an inch wider, instantly exposing the opening.

Xie Xiaoyi had been waiting for this opportunity!

He lunged forward against the wind of the sword, and just as the longsword was about to pierce his heart, he suddenly lowered his waist.

He glided across the ground like a swallow, throwing his short knife in his left hand backwards towards the back of Xiao Lingyun's head.

Xiao Lingyun turned his head to dodge—

In that brief moment of opening, Xie Xiaoyi touched the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly, while simultaneously flipping his palm to reveal the exquisite small crossbow in his hand.

With a soft click of the mechanism, three crossbow bolts shot silently toward Xiao Lingyun's knees!

Xiao Lingyun managed to defend against the short knife, but he didn't expect the man to have a backup plan. In his haste, he dodged to the side, but his right calf was still grazed by a crossbow bolt.

A tingling sensation instantly spread through his legs, causing his movements to become slightly sluggish.

"Poisoned arrow? You despicable man!"

Xiao Lingyun was both angry and anxious. He tried to step forward and continue to draw his sword, but his right leg would not obey him.

Xie Xiaoyi grinned and spat out a roguish remark:

"Her senior brother, you flatter me!"

It's a bit of a waste to use my "Drunken Spring Breeze" sleeping potion on your leg.

However, your junior sister is indeed quite delicious; I'll pay her another visit another day!

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and darted into the dense forest beside him. With a few leaps, he disappeared without a trace.

Intoxicated by the spring breeze?

Isn't that the secret drug that Xie Xiaoyi, the notorious womanizer, uses?

Everyone says Xie Xiaoyi is a womanizer, could it be that my junior sister wouldn't...?

Xiao Lingyun dared not think any further. The veins on his hand gripping the long sword bulged, but he could only watch helplessly as Xie Xiaoyi escaped.

The numbness in his calves grew stronger and stronger, and he finally staggered and grabbed the tree trunk for support, breathing heavily.

......

On the other side, Yun Qianxun comforted Murong Wei and helped her change into clean clothes.

The effects of the "Drunken Spring Breeze" drug had almost worn off, and Murong Wei was able to get up and walk.

The two waited for a full half hour, but Xiao Lingyun still did not return.

Yun Qianxun thought to herself: Senior Brother is highly skilled in martial arts, so he should be able to return by now, right?

Even if Xie Xiaoyi is some kind of womanizer, he would definitely not be a match for the senior brother.

Could something be holding him back?

Thinking of this, Yun Qianxun instructed, "Junior Sister, I'm going to check on Senior Brother's condition. Please wait here for a moment."

Before she could finish speaking, Murong Wei grabbed her wrist.

"Senior sister, I want to go with you, I'm scared..."

Murong Wei's voice trembled, and her pale face was devoid of color.

Seeing her like this, Yun Qianxun's heart softened again, and she finally nodded.

The two explored along the way, quickly following the tracks in the forest.

They hadn't gone far when they saw Xiao Lingyun leaning against a large tree, his face pale, as he leaned on his long sword.

His right trouser leg was soaked in blood, and numbness was spreading upwards along his calf.

"Senior Brother!"

Yun Qianxun cried out and rushed forward to support his swaying body.

His gaze swept over the wound on his leg, then caught sight of the crossbow bolt lying to the side, and he instantly understood.

"You're injured? Where's the thief?"

Xiao Lingyun gritted his teeth, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

Thinking of Xie Xiaoyi's sleazy face and those foul words, I felt a metallic taste in my throat, and I almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"He got away, but I was hit by his crossbow bolt, which was coated with the drug 'Drunken Spring Breeze'."

"Drunken Spring Breeze?" Murong Wei trembled, her face turning deathly pale as the memories of last night resurfaced in her mind.

—That unfamiliar body temperature, that mocking tone, and my own uncontrollable descent into depravity...