Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

"You brat, stop right there!"

Chen Yanzhou felt a surge of acid rising in his stomach, especially when he imagined those dark, muddy feet scrubbing themselves in the water, which made him feel terrible.

"Hehehe!"

Huang Rong stood on the large blue stone, pulling at her eyelids with both hands to make an extremely ugly face, looking as arrogant as could be. "Come and catch me if you dare! You drank my foot-washing water, and from now on you're mine, you have to obey!"

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Yanzhou to react, she turned around and plunged into the dense reeds.

Just as Chen Yanzhou was about to give chase, his stomach churned again.

"vomit--"

He held his knees and vomited violently into the clear Han River. He had drunk too much water earlier, and what he was vomiting now consisted not only of acid but also of psychological trauma.

The earthy smell, mixed with an unknown sour and rotten odor, lingered in his throat and wouldn't dissipate.

"Damn it... this feud has gotten really big..." Chen Yanzhou cursed, his eyes brimming with tears, as he dry-heaved.

I've never suffered such a huge loss in my life, actually falling for a young girl.

Wangcai, who was happily gnawing on a fish bone nearby, was startled by the noise. He raised his head and looked at his owner with a blank expression, half a fish bone still hanging from his mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat!"

Chen Yanzhou was furious and lightly kicked Wangcai in the butt. "Your master is almost poisoned to death, and you still have the mind to eat alone!"

Wangcai whimpered pitifully, tucked its tail between its legs, and moved to the side to protect the fish head that it hadn't finished gnawing on.

Chen Yanzhou stood there for a long time, until he almost vomited up the bile, before he felt the nausea subside a little.

He straightened up, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the now-silent reeds with a sinister gaze.

"Fine, you want to run? Let's see where you can run to."

It was nearly dusk, and the setting sun, like blood, cast shimmering light on the river, but it couldn't penetrate the deep reed marshes.

the other side.

Huang Rong ran for two miles in one breath.

Although her internal energy was sealed, her survival instincts, honed by Chen Yanzhou's "torture" along the way, allowed her to move swiftly through the reeds and bushes.

"Hmph, serves you right for bullying me, serves you right for forcing me to settle the score!"

As Huang Rong ran, she hummed triumphantly. Recalling Chen Yanzhou's expression earlier, which looked like he had swallowed a fly, she felt that she had finally gotten rid of the anger in her heart.

The surrounding scenery rushed past, the once dense reeds gradually thinned out, and were replaced by tall trees and entwined vines.

The light is getting dimmer.

Huang Rong was a little out of breath from running, so she stopped and leaned against an old tree. She looked back and saw a silent, dense forest behind her, without a single soul in sight.

"They probably won't be able to catch up now, right?"

She patted her chest to calm herself down.

But as soon as we stopped, a sense of oppressive stillness washed over us like a tidal wave.

The sun had not yet completely set, but it was already getting dark in the woods. The wind whistled through the treetops, making a strange "whooshing" sound, as if something was lurking in the shadows.

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I was so focused on running that I didn't watch where I was going.

She turned around, trying to figure out the direction she came from, but all around her were identical big trees, and even the weeds on the ground looked unfamiliar.

"This way...or that way?"

Huang Rong tentatively took a few steps to the left, then realized something was wrong and turned back to take a few steps to the right.

The further we went, the more chaotic things became.

The sound of the rushing Han River, which could be heard before, is now completely gone.

A sense of fear instantly crept into her heart. In this desolate wilderness, let alone encountering bandits or even a wild boar, she would be nothing more than easy prey.

"Feed—!"

Huang Rong mustered her courage and shouted, her voice echoing through the empty forest. It startled several crows returning to their nests, which cawed and flew away, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

"Chen Yanzhou!"

"You damned beggar!"

"You stinking beggar!"

She changed her name several times, her voice getting louder with each call, but all she heard was the sound of the wind.

Huang Rong bit her lip, her eyes stinging. Although that bastard was wicked and cruel, and even forced her to work, at least she didn't have to worry about being carried off by wild animals while she was by his side. Now, however, he had lost himself in his pursuit of momentary pleasure.

"I refuse to believe we can't get out!"

Huang Rong's stubborn streak kicked in again. She picked up a dry twig to use as a probe, gritted her teeth, chose a direction, and began to grope her way forward, one step at a time.

Just as she was wandering aimlessly through the woods like a headless fly, several miles away...

Chen Yanzhou walked slowly, his face dark, carrying the jade dog-beating stick in his hand.

Wangcai followed happily ahead, stopping every now and then to sniff the grass on the ground, then wagging its tail and changing direction.

"Woof!"

Wangcai suddenly stopped and barked at the right front.

Chen Yanzhou stopped and listened intently.

A few faint, tearful curses could be heard carried on the wind.

Upon hearing this voice, Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Oh, so you're thinking of calling back the soul now?"

He looked around; the forest was so large and dense that it was indeed easy to get lost.

"Come on, lead the way."

Chen Yanzhou gently tapped Wangcai's head with a stick.

Wangcai sniffed the ground intently; the cumin scent emanating from Huang Rong was like a landmark in this fresh forest.

It let out a joyful cry, spread its four legs, and darted off in the direction from which the sound came.

Chen Yanzhou used the Free and Easy Walking Technique, his figure moving like a ghost through the forest, hanging leisurely behind the dog.

Deep in the woods.

Huang Rong grew more and more desperate as she walked.

She lost one shoe while running, and the soles of her feet were painfully poked by pebbles. The worst part was that she found herself seemingly circling back to the old tree she had been standing under.

"It's over... now we really have to feed the wolves..."

Huang Rong plopped down on the tree root, hugged her knees, and tears welled up in her big eyes.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes ahead.

Something's coming!

Huang Rong froze in fright, gripping the withered branch tightly in her hand, not daring to even breathe.