Chapter 139 - Rescue (2)

Cheng Shizhao and Yu Xingyong exchanged a look and saw hope in one another’s eyes.

Cheng Shizhao continued, “Here. Let’s split into two teams and prepare a backup plan as well.”

…

Yu Xingzhi woke up from his unconscious state.

I’m still alive. He spat the filthy blood out.

I can’t die. I don’t want to die.

I want to personally see her.

Even if it’s just one look.

He heard soft fighting sounds above his head.

He reluctantly lifted his head to see the door to the water prison being opened.

The warm sunlight shone into the prison and an unfamiliar woman walked in.

The woman jumped down from the steps, landing on the ground. She lifted her face and called out, “Xingzhi!”

So strange, but so familiar.

…

Zhou Xiaoxiao barged into the water prison first. As expected from her dream, Yu Xingzhi was chained to the pillar.

There were countless more hideous looking lash marks paired with dark red blood seeping from his scary wounds, rolling down his pale legs and into the muddy black water.

Zhou Xiaoxiao held in her tears and jumped into the water, taking out a steel and sturdy dagger, chopping off the chains on him.

Yu Xingzhi couldn’t hold on anymore and fell down.

Zhou Xiaoxiao caught his weak body only to hear a weak voice ring in her ears, “Xiaoxiao, my Xiaoxiao.”

…

Zhou Xiaoxiao felt bitter in her heart.

He recognized me at first glance.

Zhou Xiaoxiao clenched her teeth and held in her tears, carrying Yu Xingzhi out of the water prison on her back.

There were countless masters outside of the water prison. Once they saw that she came out safely, they all greeted her before climbing over the wall and retreating.

Outside of the wall, there were naturally people waiting to rescue them by horse carriage.

Zhou Xiaoxiao got on her silver horse and placed Yu Xingzhi behind her.

Not long after, battle cries rang. A group of the general’s residence’s guards had chased after them.

Zhou Xiaoxiao urged the horse quickly with her whip.

From time to time, arrows flew by her.

Zhou Xiaoxiao undid the belt, wanting to move Yu Xingzhi in front of her.

However, Yu Xingzhi’s arms wrapped around her body, tightly hugging her.

“Xingzhi, let go of me. Come to the front.”

Zhou Xiaoxiao felt Yu Xingzhi’s hand holding onto her clothes tightly.

Yu Xingzhi’s weak voice rang from over her shoulders, “No, I can’t let you get struck by an arrow again.”

Zhou Xiaoxiao reached over and held Yu Xingzhi’s hand tightly. She kicked the horse and urged it to run ahead rapidly.

The silver hose chased the wind and galloped.

They gradually left the Liao soldiers and their own people behind.

…

The day became gloomy.

Zhou Xiaoxiao rushed towards the point they originally agreed upon.

Nobody else arrived yet.

She rolled over down the horse and carefully carried Yu Xingzhi down.

Yu Xingzhi had sunken into a half conscious state, but his hands were still tightly holding onto Zhou Xiaoxiao’s clothes.

She lightly pried his hands apart and helped him lie down.

She took off her outer clothes and covered him with it.

Then, she lifted his head and pinched open his colorless lips, making him down the ginseng soup she had prepared beforehand.

Yu Xingzhi slightly panted and then opened his eyes.

He looked at Zhou Xiaoxiao and his lips parted, saying nothing however. He reluctantly revealed a faint smile.

Zhou Xiaoxiao felt bitter in her heart and her tears fell down.

Yu Xingzhi gradually raised his hand and gently touched her face. He said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t cry. Xiaoxiao, as long as you’re back, my injuries are nothing.”