Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

Stunning breakout

"Hey, you asleep?"

A low but graceful voice, bringing with it some laughter, sounded in her ear. Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, pleasantly surprised.

In front, Yuan Zhaoxu stood unruffled and noble, like he had just stepped into a palace. The drenching rain hit his body, yet his clothes were dry. Standing far away in a swath of muddy green and with mountain cliffs at his back, he seemed like a suddenly arisen bright moon.

He was a far distance away, but his expression was still the same, calm and unhurried. Logically speaking, even if he wanted to save Meng Fuyao now he would not have enough time; but the moment Meng Fuyao saw him, she felt a unreasonable sense of relief, as if the life and death calamity in front of her had become unworthy of her fear. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but lightly lift up.

Meng Fuyao's smile had not yet fully expanded, when she saw the formerly still and far away Yuan Zhaoxu give her a grin.

Before the grin could fade away, he suddenly moved.

This one movement was like a thunderclap, destroying jade mountains and causing avalanches. An incandescent, roiling turbulence sprinted over the flat ground, formidably stirring up a vast portion of the night rainstorm. The unparalleled shockwave of power stripped the ground of trees and grass, all of which uprooted in a "hua la la" sound and coiled upwards to form a wall, filling the entirety of one's vision with the dark green expanse that flew towards the huge enclosing net.

Yuan Zhaoxu flew sticking close to the ground, in a flash arriving in front of Meng Fuyao. With a stretch of his hand he pressed her down, a hand closely embracing her body while still continuing to fly forwards on the ground. With a flip of the other hand's sleeves, that tremendous agitation of powerful winds twisted and shattered the flying "plant wall". The branches and grass strands, mixed in with his true qi, became countless flying arrows, with loud whizzing sounds twisting through the air to meet the huge web. Only an endless whistling of collision could be heard, and in a blink of an eye the net was completely shredded into broken fragments by the blade-like leaves and branches, losing its form.

The final bits of the ominously glowing net fell to the ground, precisely landing in front of the feet of Yuan Zhaoxu, while behind him some remainders were soundlessly beaten into the mud by the falling rain.

Lightly smiling, Yuan Zhaoxu unhurriedly spread his two arms, looking at the woman sprawled underneath him.

"How do you feel, seeing me?" -----------

How do I feel?

Meng Fuyao blinked her eyes, staring upwards.

The overlooking Yuan Zhaoxu's unfathomably dark eyes held some humor in them, their gaze unreasonably entrancing like wine.

A mysterious light fragrance was given off, something even this unending downpour had no way of diluting.

Two pairs of eyes met, for a time no one speaking. Yuan Zhaoxu stopped teasing, and Meng Fuyao forgot to snap back a sarcastic reply. In this instant in the never-ending rain, right after the danger had passed, entrapped in Yuan Zhaoxu's unique aura, she forgot how to form words, and didn't know why she would want to either.

This person who seemed so far away, ever since that moment they met, had been close to her side. In only a short two hours, he had saved her twice already.

Meng Fuyao didn't even know why he wanted to help her.

She only gazed at him, a warm flow swirling in the depths of her heart. Her body that had become icy cold due to a night of raining and assassination, suddenly seemed to have a few degrees of warmth.