Chapter 166: In This Life, Only Lin Xin—a Lifetime With Only One Partner
Mo Ziyuan reacted immediately, swinging his long sword without hesitation and slitting the throat of the person who sneak attacked him.
As that person fell powerlessly to the ground, he pulled out the sword that had stabbed through Fu Jing’s chest from the front and pierced out from his back, bringing out a vivid bloom of blood.
Fu Jing let out a muffled grunt, his body about to fall to the ground, but Mo Ziyuan quickly supported him with swift eyes and hands, allowing his entire limp and powerless form to lean into his arms.
“Fu Jing!” Meng Yixuan, not far from them, saw this and shouted in grief and anger, rapidly swinging the long sword in his hand to hack wildly, forcefully carving out a bloody path to reach Mo Ziyuan and the others.
“I’ll get him onto the horse carriage; you clear the way for me.” Mo Ziyuan casually hacked off an arm from an oncoming man in black, supporting Fu Jing as he spoke to Meng Yixuan while heading toward the horse carriage.
“Got it!” Meng Yixuan agreed readily, then turned into a human drill, carving a path through the dense crowd of men in black for them.
Gao Yong and the others also saw what happened here and tacitly charged over, forming a tough human wall between the horse carriage and the men in black, arduously and successfully blocking the men in black.
Mo Ziyuan brought Fu Jing to the front of the horse carriage, where Lin Xin was already waiting at the door, helping him lift the man onto the horse carriage.
“Xin’er, give me the healing medicine!” Mo Ziyuan tore open Fu Jing’s outer garment, which was almost soaked in blood, revealing the hideous wound inside.
Lin Xin handed over the hemostatic powder she had prepared in advance. Mo Ziyuan pulled out the stopper without a word and poured it onto Fu Jing’s wound, but that sword had pierced in an awkward spot, injuring a major blood vessel. The powder was washed away by the surging blood as soon as it was applied, and after emptying the whole bottle, the bleeding showed no sign of stopping.
“What do we do?” Mo Ziyuan’s hand trembled slightly. He had seen injured people before, but Fu Jing had ended up like this to save him, and he couldn’t quite accept it from the bottom of his heart.
Lin Xin sighed inwardly, gathered wood element ability in her right hand, planning to first stabilize Fu Jing’s injury—at the very least, keep him from dying right now.
But Fu Jing opened his eyes before her and even raised his hand to grasp Mo Ziyuan’s wrist. “Zi Yuan…”
As soon as he spoke, blood surged continuously from his mouth. He coughed and choked, unable to say the words that followed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely save you. Rest first…” Mo Ziyuan spoke incoherently, stroking Fu Jing’s chest to help him catch his breath.
Lin Xin turned her head away. The two little ones huddled in terror in the corner of the horse carriage, clinging together. She comforted them by rubbing their heads, reached out to grab a cushion and stuffed it behind Fu Jing’s back, fearing that if he continued lying flat, he might choke to death on his own blood.
By now, Fu Jing had caught his breath, leaning obliquely against the cushion in the carriage compartment. Seeing Mo Ziyuan’s anxious expression, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stopped Mo Ziyuan’s attempt to apply medicine again and said softly, “Zi Yuan, don’t waste the healing medicine. I know I’m done for. You… can you, for the sake of me blocking this sword for you, marry… let my sister into your family?”
He had originally wanted to say “marry my sister,” but changed his words upon seeing Mo Ziyuan’s face suddenly turn icy cold.
Faced with Fu Jing’s pale and pleading expression, Mo Ziyuan felt a stifling frustration fill his chest, unable to vent it. In the end, he actually picked up the long sword and thrust it toward his own chest.
Lin Xin hurriedly grabbed his wrist, forcefully wrenching the sword from his hand with brute strength, and glared at him irritably. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I…” Mo Ziyuan feared the long sword might hurt her and quickly released the hilt, letting her take it. Seeing her glare again, he said sheepishly, “I figured returning my life to him would settle it. Anyway, no matter what, I’m not marrying his sister.”
“You really won’t marry her?” Lin Xin asked.
Mo Ziyuan immediately raised three fingers. “I, Mo Ziyuan, swear here that in this lifetime I will be with Lin Xin as a lifetime with only one partner, and will have no further involvement with any other woman. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and my nine clans exterminated!”
“Alright, just say it—I believe you. Why swear an oath!”
Beside them, Fu Jing was already heartbroken. Even his own life couldn’t exchange for Mo Ziyuan proposing marriage to his sister? Then what was the point of his sacrifice?
But seeing Mo Ziyuan’s attitude, he thought it was actually good that he hadn’t agreed, or else, given his infatuation with Lin Xin, even if his sister really married him as wished, she would probably end up alone in an empty room.
“Since you won’t agree, how will you repay his life-saving grace?” Lin Xin pointed at Fu Jing and asked Mo Ziyuan.
Mo Ziyuan gritted his teeth and replied, “Marrying his sister is absolutely out of the question. I can only repay him in another way.”
Lin Xin was fairly satisfied with his answer. With a crisp chop to the back of Fu Jing’s neck, she knocked him out. She regathered wood element ability in her right hand and channeled it into his body, stabilizing his internal injuries. Soon, his complexion visibly improved, no longer the deathly pallor of someone about to enter a coffin.
Only then did Mo Ziyuan’s heart truly settle. The gaze he directed at Lin Xin softened until it seemed about to drip water.
“You stay with him. I’ll go out and clear my mind.” Lin Xin gripped Mo Ziyuan’s sword as she spoke.
“Xin’er, you’re still injured!” Mo Ziyuan was helpless. Only his Xin’er could make going out to kill sound so fresh, elegant, and carefree.
“I’m fine already. Don’t stop me—hurry and apply some medicine to him and bandage the wound!” Lin Xin stretched her body, nimbly jumped down from the horse carriage with Mo Ziyuan’s sword, and charged into the crowd of men in black.
“Miss Lin, how is Fu Jing?” Meng Yixuan kicked away a man in black impaled on his long sword and rushed to Lin Xin’s side to ask.
“He should be out of danger. Mo Ziyuan is watching him!” Lin Xin emotionlessly severed a man in black’s neck before replying flatly.
For some reason, Meng Yixuan detected a vicious edge in her flat tone.
The Third Prince had been watching the battle from the woods. Seeing his men dwindling, while Gao Yong and the others were injured but not severely—none had lost mobility—his gaze grew darker and darker. At this point, he no longer hoped to claim that position, but he knew these people were valued by his imperial brother, including his son. Even in death, he would drag a few down with him.
Lin Xin, in the midst of fighting someone, suddenly felt an extreme unease surge in her heart. While swinging her sword and dodging, she scanned around to find the source of this unease.
In the apocalypse, this sudden unease had saved her life several times, and she had never doubted her senses being wrong.
After dodging another sword thrust from behind by a man in black, she finally spotted the target. The Third Prince held a black spherical object in his hand, gesturing toward their side as if about to throw it over.
Her alarm bells rang loudly. Without thinking, she gathered all her remaining water element supernatural ability. An enormous, invisible water ball suddenly enveloped the Third Prince, completely wrapping him up, including the black spherical object in his hand.
