Seven Unfortunate Lifetimes, All Thanks to a Single Moment of Impulse

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

In a split moment, Shifu made a slight turn. The sword landed on his left shoulder. Blood flowed out, but Shifu didn’t seem to feel the slightest pain. His body sank. I didn’t know what force he used next, but he then flew past the men and made the slightest stroke. They shuddered and instantly collapsed, blood flowing out of their mouths as they fainted.

Zihui, who was leaning on me, went stiff. I didn’t care if he went stiff or not, pushed him aside, and ran to Shifu. Seeing Shifu’s wound on his shoulder, I didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Scared?”

Although Shifu was pale, his voice was no different from usual.

“Next time, if you dare to run around...”

He turned and left. He must’ve had some anger he hadn’t vented yet.

I grabbed his right hand and asked in fear: “Shifu…wound, does it hurt…”

“I won’t die,” he coldly said. “Humph, now you see me as your Shifu? I didn’t let you eat ginseng chicken soup, so you ran away to search for mushrooms to stew with the chicken. Did you find any?”

I obediently admitted my fault: “Shifu, I was wrong. I’ll never run away again.”

I was scared. My voice couldn’t help but shake. “Don’t be angry…Do not not want me.”

Hearing this, Shifu turned around to look at me. His voice sounded a little strange: “Oh, who was the one who shouted she didn’t want Shifu anymore.”

“I was wrong.”

“Well, since Shifu is a narrow-minded person, I’ll not accept your apology.”

“I was wrong…”

This was the only sentence that kept repeating in my heart, like a cold wind whistling around in it. I thought that this time, Shifu really didn’t want me anymore. I lifted my head and looked at him in tears. Shifu also looked at me. After a while, he blinked, and looking somewhat startled and agitated, he said: “Hey!”

His expression changed as he said, a little dumbfounded: “Stupid Xiang Zi, I was playing with you. There’s nothing to cry about.”

Big tears kept uncontrollably rolling out of my eyes. Shifu’s figure turned blurry. I grabbed his hand as tight as I could, afraid that when I let it go, he’d run away and leave me.

“Don’t…don’t not want me…”

Shifu sighed loudly: “You’re really stupid.”

“You can’t dislike me.”

I couldn’t stop sobbing.

“I don’t dislike you!”

He impatiently said those words and was silent for a long time. I only kept sobbing. Suddenly Shifu pulled away his right hand. My heart was empty. But in the next instant, suddenly my palm felt warm. Shifu was holding my hand like he used to when we were kids and climbing the mountain.

He wiped my tears and bent his lips in frustration: “Forget it, let’s go back to Fengxueshan Manor.”

Obviously, his tone was that of disdain, but to me Shifu’s voice felt warm like his palm.

“Shifu…wound, hurt.”

“Wound of the flesh. It just looks scary.”

Shifu, holding my hand, managed to walk two steps before I stopped and pointed at Zihui, who was sitting on the side and said: “Shifu…there’s one more.”