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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Sixty-Six: Protecting One Person and One City
"Xuan Xuan, are you hurt?" Tang Zisu supported Kong Xuan with her shoulder and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, only to feel blood on her hands. Shu Que Wu Pan.
"Xuan Xuan, you've lost so much blood." Tang Zisu was terrified, fidgeting with her hands, unsure whether to raise them or let them fall.
Kong Xuan slowly straightened his back, but the effort caused more blood to flow. He moved his lips to say something, but Tang Zisu was too anxious to hear clearly. She leaned closer to Kong Xuan and asked, "Xuan Xuan, what do you want to say?"
"I..." Kong Xuan's hand gripped Tang Zisu's neck firmly, and with a sudden force, he successfully knocked her unconscious.
At that moment, Lang Ye had finished dismembering Zhu Yan. He flew over to Kong Xuan with a Peacock Feather in his mouth and said, "Kong Xuan, if you still have the strength to knock someone out, it seems you're not dying."
Although Lang Ye's words were casual, his tone was urgent. Kong Xuan's pale lips curled into a smirk as he replied, "Are you disappointed that I'm not dying? It's just a little blood; it's nothing serious."
"Get on; let's talk while we move." Lang Ye crouched down, allowing Kong Xuan to climb on with Tang Zisu.
"Lang Ye, you're hurt too. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." Lang Ye's strong limbs lifted into the air as he quickly carried both of them down the mountain.
The sky grew darker, like being covered by a wet black cloth. The air was thick with moisture, pressing into their lungs—cold, sticky, and painful. Lang Ye was soaked in sweat, with blood from his fur mingling with the perspiration running down.
Kong Xuan's face was pale, and the wound on his back looked as if it had been burned by fierce flames. He bit his lip to keep himself clear-headed. "Lang Ye, I'm in a lot of pain right now. Are you happy?"
"Hahaha, Kong Xuan, look at you today!" Lang Ye exaggerated his tone to mask his own nervousness.
"I won't let you have your way, nor will I let them."
"Kong Xuan, do you know something?"
"I don't know, but I can tell it's going to rain soon."
Lang Ye spat, "Hmph, as if you're so clever. I know it's going to rain too."
"Then do you know what monster is stirring up the clouds and rain?"
Lang Ye slammed on the brakes. Without a seatbelt, Kong Xuan could only grip his fur tightly, ignoring the pain of pulling it. Lang Ye sniffed carefully and hesitated, "Candle Dragon?"
"Yes, it's coming soon."
"Damn it, I could really use a belt right now; its skin would be perfect."
"With the wind this strong, we both have injuries. A storm won't be enough to deal with it."
As soon as Kong Xuan finished speaking, the world around them was filled with flying sand and stones, and the towering trees were shaking violently, as if the apocalypse was approaching.
Lang Ye stood tall against the raging wind, unafraid of the torrential rain or the Candle Dragon. He knew that Kong Xuan was also fearless, but what about Softy? How could these fragile humans withstand such a storm? He had promised to give Softy a home; this battle was not for pride or competition, but to protect one person and one city.
The metallic scent in the air grew stronger, and thunder rumbled above, like a wild dragon thrashing about.
Kong Xuan held the unconscious Tang Zisu, his expression calm amidst the chaos of wind and rain. The Peacock King had lived for thousands of years and had seen countless battles. "If you want me dead, it won't be that easy. Even if I lose all my powers and am left with just a body, I'm not someone a Candle Dragon can easily take down."
The thunder grew louder as dark clouds rolled and were repeatedly torn apart by silver lightning. Raindrops as large as beans pounded down, like the beating of drums before a storm, heralding a coming bloodbath.
Suddenly, two white figures appeared amidst the wind and rain, emerging alongside the lightning and thunder before Kong Xuan.
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