EBE Chapter 402: How about the Beauty Sword Dance
Chapter 402: How about the Beauty Sword Dance
"Revenge? Of course I have thought about it. Over the years, I have been thinking all the time about how to kill Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao." When she said this, Hong Yue was a little excited, even with a bit of regret.
"But, all failed. Their defenses were too tight, and I couldn't get close to them at all."
"I will help you as long as you are willing. I am following someone now, and his goal is to overthrow Ying Zheng and execute Zhao Gao. As long as you are willing to join us, we can fight side by side and fight the enemy together." Fei Yu said.
Hongyue was silent, looking at Feiyu quietly, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes.
"As long as you can trust me." Feiyu looked directly into Hongyue's eyes and spoke word by word.
"Are you serious?" Hongyue spoke slowly.
"Of course, the man I followed, he led me out of trouble, with his ability, he can definitely overthrow Qin's rule."
Hongyue pondered Feiyu's suggestion carefully. Feiyu's words were not without reason. Relying on her own strength alone to fight against the entire Qin Group was undoubtedly like an ant trying to shake a tree.
The situation was different after joining Feiyu's team. She understood the principle that three people make a crowd, and the previous confrontation made her see Feiyu's strength. The person who could make Feiyu willingly follow must have extraordinary qualities.
This time, she decided to believe again, maybe she could find a way out. Now she has no way out. Leaving the familiar Jingu, she wandered in the bustling city, like a child forgotten by the world.
Without relatives or parents to protect her, Hongyue couldn't even afford basic food and clothing. She experienced for the first time that in this society, everything needs to be exchanged for something called "money".
Without money, life is difficult. Fortunately, Hongyue is proficient in puppetry. She made two scarecrows, gave them life, and let them provide services for passers-by on remote streets to barely make a living.
Hong Yue lived in a daze like this, she didn't know how to fight against the huge forces of Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao alone. Her power was too weak after all.
Now that Feiyu has offered her a helping hand, she might as well give it a try. If she wins, she will get her revenge; if she loses, she has nothing to fear, after all, she has nothing left.
She was already in a desperate situation. For someone who had experienced life and death, what could be more terrifying?
"Okay." Hongyue's eyes were firm. "I'll go with you. I hope you can help me get rid of Zhao Gao..."
"No," Feiyu held Hongyue's hand, his eyes deep, "Killing him would be too easy for him. I want to turn him into a puppet and make him never reincarnate!"
Feiyu's hatred for Zhao Gao has penetrated deep into his bones. At first, he felt guilty about taking advantage of Zhao Gao's property, but now he thinks that it is not excessive for a person like Zhao Gao to suffer torture.
"Yeah!" Hongyue looked at Feiyu and nodded vigorously. As foxes, they were connected and their scent was the expression of their emotions.
"Now, I am going to Langya," Feiyu said, "to build my own power there, and then overthrow the Qin Group in one fell swoop and punish Zhao Gao personally."
Hongyue gently swayed her skirt, silver bells jingled in the wind, the pink gauze skirt disappeared into the night, Feiyu stretched out his hand, but only grabbed the air.
what happened?
When Feiyu was puzzled, the bell rang again, and the pink figure reappeared, walking in the moonlight. Hongyue walked in front of Feiyu and picked up a doll from under his feet.
"What you see now is the real me," Hongyue said with a smile, "You'd better be careful. I must stay alive. Only by staying alive can there be hope."
Feiyu looked at Hongyue and smiled gently: "From now on, we will fight side by side, Yue'er, can I call you that?"
"Of course." Hong Yue raised her hand, and the silver bell rang softly, "Let's go to Langya together."
Feiyu took Hongyue's hand, one tall and one short, one blue and one pink, and walked towards the east, which was the direction of Langya and the place where the dawn was rising. One year later, a powerful force would rise here, enough to destroy the Qin Group!
In fact, what Hongyue didn't tell Feiyu was that the red fox's eyes had the ability to bring back the dead and prolong life. But not all red fox eyes had this effect, only hers, the red fox born on the night of the blood moon, had eyes that absorbed the essence of the blood moon, and the power contained in them was enough to move mountains and seas.
Zhao Gao also knew this. He not only wanted her life, but also wanted her eyes.
Great Wall.
When Zhang Liang returned triumphantly, Ying Zheng was overjoyed and could not wait to hold a celebration banquet for him at the Great Wall military camp. He did not return to Xianyang City. Zhang Liang did not refuse. He had already declined part of Ying Zheng's reward, and it would be unkind to refuse again.
Ying Zheng's ceremony was grand and everything was carried out according to the highest standards. Even on the frontier, all necessary etiquette was observed.
Meng Tian and the soldiers and generals were drinking outside the tent. Zhang Liang could hear clearly the sounds of finger-guessing games, clinking glasses, and Meng Tian's hearty laughter inside the tent.
Zhang Liang picked up the wine glass and took a sip out of boredom. This celebration banquet was really boring. He had watched the dance over and over again and was already aesthetically fatigued.
"Ziliang, do you think the dancer doesn't dance well?" Ying Zheng seemed to see Zhang Liang's impatience.
"That's not the case." Although Zhang Liang did find it boring, he couldn't say it directly. With Ying Zheng's temper, he might execute the dancer for this. "I just think that the border desert is not suitable for such a gentle dance."
"I see." Ying Zheng put down his wine glass. "Ziliang wants to see something different. How about a beauty dancing with a sword?"
Zhang Liang nodded in agreement.
Ying Zheng waved his hand, the dancer retreated, and a woman in red clothes and a veiled face walked into the tent, holding a sword, saluted Ying Zheng, and then looked at Zhang Liang.
The musicians on both sides played passionate music, which was no longer the soft melody before, but a war song full of murderous aura.
The woman in red moved and waved the soft sword in her hand, her light dance moves blending into one with the sharp sword energy.
"Ziliang," Ying Zheng looked at the woman in red with admiration, "This is a peerless dancer worth a fortune. I am able to watch her dance because of your kindness."
"Oh? Ziliang, what do you mean?" Zhang Liang was a little puzzled. Qin Shi Huang was the king of the city. There was nothing he couldn't do. If he wanted to see a dance, wouldn't others be vying to present it in order to win his favor? How could he take advantage of him?
"Ziliang may not know that it is rare to see a beautiful dancer in this world. No one can force her unless she dances voluntarily. Today, she is willing to dance for you, and I am fortunate enough to feast my eyes on her." Qin Shihuang said.
Zhang Liang gazed at the dancer. She had a light figure, a flowing red skirt, and every movement was full of power.
The dancer swung her sword, and a red lotus sword energy bloomed in the air. A red silk flew out from her sleeves and surrounded her. She tapped the ground with her toes, stepped on the red silk and jumped up. She turned her soft sword and pointed it directly at the sword energy in the air, shattering it with one sword. The sword energy splashed everywhere, and even the tent shook slightly.