Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 872: Chapter 715: Wilting

Meng Lang couldn’t bear to watch.

Where in the world does one flaunt love right after killing someone?

"Should we..."

Before he could finish, Lu Yuan hugged Meng Qianqian and kicked him.

Recalling how Lu Yuan looked when he killed the Ghost-faced General, Meng Lang was filled with anger but dared not speak.

He pursed his lips, inadvertently turning his head to see Alina looking at the affectionate couple with envy.

He asked, "Don’t you think they’re being inappropriate?"

Alina shook her head earnestly, "Not at all, such affection is wonderful."

Meng Lang: "Childish."

Qianqian reveled in his warmth, inhaling the comforting scent emanating from him, "How is Duan Mingyue?"

"Your husband just went through a great battle, and you’re concerned about another man? Hm?"

His "hm" was drawn out like a teasing melody that made Qianqian’s heart itch.

She chuckled, "Never mind, I already know he’s fine, and I also know it was you who saved him. Grand Commander Lu, you’re the most powerful man in the world, and being able to marry you is a blessing of my lifetime."

"Hmph."

Lu Yuan nonchalantly snorted.

Xun Wu, having dealt with the aftermath, intended to come over and greet them, but after taking two steps, he covered his eyes.

"Well then... nothing else... I’ll go back and report to my big brother first..."

"Your brother’s condition..."

Qianqian was about to respond, but Lu Yuan turned her around, pulling her back into his embrace.

Then, Lu Yuan shot Xun Wu a look that said, "Don’t you know better? Leave quickly."

Xun Wu, catching a glimpse of the warning through his fingers, hurriedly lead his men away.

"Are we really safe now?"

Meng Lang collapsed onto the ground.

He was utterly exhausted.

After the great battle, not only was his energy depleted, but his spirit was also nearly drained.

Crash!

Alina fell as well.

Breathlessly, Meng Lang asked, "You’re exhausted too, right? After using up so much witchcraft power, but seriously, how exactly do your witchcraft powers control people? How is it different from Mao Tu’s Charm Technique?"

Alina didn’t answer,

Meng Lang remarked lightly, "If you don’t want to say, it’s fine, I won’t force it. I’m just curious, casually asking, I say..."

Halfway through his words, he felt a weight on his shoulder, it was Alina leaning against him.

His ears suddenly burned.

He cleared his throat, "Hey, you, a young lady... you Loulan people... you Witches... hey... are you alright? If you’re hurt... let my sister take a look... she’s a doctor..."

Suddenly, he paused, as if realizing something, and swiftly looked towards Alina.

Alina’s complexion was pale, bright red nosebleed dripping onto her clothes.

Meng Lang was deeply shocked, hurriedly supporting her, "Alina!"

This exclamation caught the attention of both Qianqian and Lu Yuan, who looked over at them.

Alina slowly opened her eyes, wiping away the continuous nosebleed, swallowing a bit.

Qianqian swiftly stepped forward, reaching out to grasp her wrist.

Lu Yuan furrowed his brow, alert to the surroundings.

Meng Lang asked worriedly, "What’s wrong with her?"

"Alina you..."

Qianqian hesitated to speak and took out the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.

Alina gripped her wrist weakly, shaking her head, "No need, I... am beyond saving..."

"What exactly is wrong with her?"

Meng Lang asked anxiously.

Qianqian, her expression complex, said, "She... suddenly withered."

Meng Lang puzzled, "Withered? But she’s not a flower..."

But this was the closest term Qianqian could think of.

In her eyes, An’er was a blooming grassland flower.

More vibrant than Ayimulan.

A bud of purest beauty.

"Yin Hu Guard..."

Alina gazed steadily at Qianqian.

Qianqian understood, cradling her in her arms, letting her head rest against her soft bosom, gently caressing her face, as if caring for her own child.

Alina contentedly closed her eyes, "I feel like... I’m going home now..."

Meng Lang clenched his fists, "Don’t drift off to sleep! Speak clearly! Just when everything seems fine, why are you acting like you’re fading away?"

Alina’s body shuddered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "I... all of us Witches... were cursed... by Toghtai..."

Qianqian frowned, "Toghtai?"

Alina nodded painfully.

Lu Yuan suspiciously asked, "Is it possible he’s not dead?"

He had personally kicked Toghtai back into the mechanism, witnessing him buried beneath the debris.

The entire Weiyang Building collapsed back then, even someone as robust as Chen Long could not possibly survive.

"You forgot he’s a Wizard."

This guy could transfer the damage.

Who knows how many times he can do it, but it seems he’s managed to cheat death again this time.

"He’s... coming soon... you all... must leave..."

Alina urged them with her last ounce of strength.

Qianqian gripped her hand that tried to push her away, "I’m not leaving, I’m staying here with you."

Lu Yuan grasped his long sword, standing in front of Qianqian like an emperor commanding the battlefield.

No matter the mountains crumble or the armies amass, he would protect her.

As if feeling Qianqian’s determination, Alina ceased struggling, resting peacefully in her arms.

"Yin Hu Guard..."

"I’m here."

"Can you... sing a song for Alina?"

"Alright."

Qianqian gently agreed.

In her mind, a lullaby her mother often sang to her as a child suddenly came to mind.

Her soft lips parted, "Ala... Ata..."

Alina opened her eyes with a smile, looking up at the gray-blue sky, a sliver of golden dawn reflected in her eyes.

"Alina sees... the Witch God coming to take... Alina home..."

Her lips moved slightly.

Qianqian leaned in to listen, "Alright, I promise you."

"Thank you."

Alina peacefully closed her eyes.

Her slender arms silently fell.

Meng Lang felt a heavy blow to his heart.

It was not until this moment that he truly felt her passing.

"Alina—"

He called out.

Sadly, Alina could never respond to him again.

Qianqian handed Alina over to Meng Lang.

Walking amidst the bodies, she bent down to pick up a bow and arrow, "Don’t follow."

Meng Lang stepped forward, but Lu Yuan stopped him.

Lu Yuan unblinkingly watched Qianqian’s back, watching her move from darkness into the dawn as the night waned.

"What is she going to do?"

Meng Lang asked.

Lu Yuan: "Avenge."

Meng Lang puzzled, "Avenge whom?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the Alina in his arms, "The right person."

Qianqian, carrying the bow and arrow, used Qinggong to leap onto the rooftop.

A Hunting Eagle circled above her, swooping southeast while letting out a piercing cry.

It was a long street that bustled since dawn, vendors and buyers loudly haggling.

Qianqian stood atop the highest eaves, drawing her bow with one hand, pulling an arrow from the quiver behind her with the other.

"Toghtai!"

She shouted sharply.

A figure in a cloak, leaning on a cane, turned to look at her.

His temples had grown more white hair, his visage even more haggard.

Yet his sinister eyes remained as unfathomable as ever.

"Prepare to die!"

Qianqian suddenly released the arrow!

Toghtai didn’t take her attack seriously at all, but the moment the arrow left the string, he saw the blood droplets flying from her palm.

His expression changed dramatically!

He wanted to dodge but it was too late.

The arrow mercilessly pierced his chest, shooting him back, pinning his whole body onto a tall shop pillar.

"Witch... Witch’s... blood..."

His witchcraft... was shattered!

"No... no—"

"It’s over."

Qianqian spoke coldly, drawing a second arrow, which pierced through his forehead!