Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Seperate Ways

That was the real starlight splendor.

They weren't the resplendent stars Guo Pingrong could only summon with the unique starlight splendor weapon, but brilliant specks that scattered from each move and turn of his body. They shot toward eternity from far away, with an irresistible natural force. He controlled the whole situation at his own pace.

It was dream-like.

A deep, intoxicated and unbreakable dream.

After the 400th move...

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Only the leading bird was left diving relentlessly toward Fang Yimo, and colorful feathers flew everywhere, landing onto plants and drying them out. Left without a choice, Fang Yimo had to dodge a little to avoid the fragments of the rack.

The dodging maneuver opened up a gap within the battle situation that he had full control over.

The silver light emitted by Zhan Beiye's mighty spear turned golden, solidifying into a ray wall that shone down on Fang Yimo.

A silver sword easily appeared in Zhangsun Wuji's hand out of a sudden, its tip flickering coldly. He pierced through the only gap before a cold light flashed, as the sword sprang up and shot toward Fang Yimo's neck.

Zong Yue leaped off the ground and flew parallel to it, and a sword could be seen from his side. It was a fine, long and oddly shaped sword that he did not reveal or aim at any part of Fang Yimo's body. Instead, he swept his body to the side like a bolt of lightning as he approached Fang Yimo, and went straight for his knees.

At this point, Fang Yimo would lose his legs if he raised them, get poisoned if he waved his sleeve, and he couldn't even breathe recklessly. All he could do was retreat.

Three men and one bird pursued relentlessly, and Fang Yimo landed on the wooden platform by the corridor on the tip of his toes. The trio had closed in by now, and he flicked a finger, raising a whole windscreen from behind him and sending it toward them at full blast.

"Really seeking death-" Fang Yimo smirked, only to stop a second later.

Someone had gently pressed a hand on the middle of his back.

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A burst of crisp and bone-chilling laughter sounded.

"Who says women are all like that? Do you think I'm a playboy like you?"

The wind stopped in that instant and everyone, including Fang Yimo, started smiling.

With a hand on his back and another hand grabbing onto the windscreen, Meng Fuyao laughed in satisfaction. "Finally, you retreated into the house and started smashing things. Never would I dare come close to you otherwise."

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yimo smiled. "Good, good."

He cast his eyes toward the back and asked in a warm, friendly tone, as if they were longtime friends, "Not poisoned?"

"Not before, not after," Meng Fuyao smiled. "Not since your chrysanthemum tea."

"You've been on guard since the start," he stated. "I have underestimated you."

"To be honest, I still find it hard to believe it. One of the strongest men to live has actually chosen to work as a server. Seems like the legend that you act freely and according to your heart's desire is very true. Why would I neglect my research if I was coming to find you?" she questioned. "This is your residence, a fact we have managed to dig out, unlike others. You said that this is the place she had waited for you but looks like it's exactly the opposite. You waited here for the woman who had eloped."