Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Chapter 380 Living in Everyone's Heart

After a final count, Jing Lei found that they had seized a total of eighteen thunderbolts, as well as a pile of materials for making them.

"That white-clad thief didn't come back to inform us, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to take them down." Huo Qing looked at Chu Yueli, her eyes shining: "Ali, your planning ability is far superior to your third uncle's, even your mother might not be able to compare to you! Your third aunt admires you!"

Chu Yueli said softly, "Third Uncle is a military general, but in front of a true strategist, he's just a greenhorn."

"..." Huo Qing was stunned. Was this something a little niece should say? How could she comment on her third uncle like that!

However, the words "hothead" inexplicably put Huo Qing in a good mood, and she even couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“That’s right, he’s just a hothead, all brawn and no brains! But your third uncle may be a bit slow, but he’s loyal, brave and patriotic, a real man.”

He was a bit slow-witted, but his honest and simple nature was what attracted her to his clear and pure eyes the first time she saw him.

One glance, and eternity is revealed.

“If that weren’t the case, how could Third Aunt have fallen so deeply in love with him?” Chu Yueli squeezed Huo Qing’s hand.

Third Aunt's hands were warm.

Chu Yue felt relieved.

Not everything that has been lost should be avoided. In fact, Auntie San liked to talk about Uncle San when people mentioned him, because it made her feel that her husband was still alive.

It lives in everyone's heart.

Huo Qing was genuinely happy, especially when she heard her little Ali call Sanlang a "hothead" in such a lighthearted tone. She felt as if Sanlang was still alive among them.

It turns out that one can be so relaxed when mentioning Saburo.

It wasn't a tone of pity, nor did it evoke sadness or grief every time it was mentioned; it was as if they were simply talking about someone in their lives.

This feeling is really, really good.

"Miss Li, Madam Qing, His Highness requests your presence." Liu Yun appeared from nowhere and addressed the two women.

Chu Yueli and Huo Qing hurried over and saw Lu Beimo standing in front of several corpses, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"These assassins didn't commit suicide by poisoning; they died by severing their own meridians."

Chu Yueli could get a general idea from just one glance.

Why are you different from others?

These assassins left no survivors, which shows how terrifying their training was.

When they were desperate, they even killed several artisans who were making thunderbolts, leaving none of them for questioning.

But most assassins commit suicide by poisoning, so why are these people different?

Huo Qing frowned: "Those who can sever their own meridians and die are all top-notch experts, at least like that white-clad thief."

However, when they joined forces to besiege him, they didn't see anyone with particularly strong martial arts skills or internal strength. If someone was really that powerful, they might not have been able to subdue them, and they might have already escaped.

How could they sever their own meridians?

"I once saw a martial art that was specifically practiced to sever one's own meridians. It's actually not difficult; you don't need to have great internal strength, you just need to find the right method."

"You mean, they all practiced this kind of martial art that leads to suicide?" Chu Yueli looked at Lu Beimo.

Although she herself is quite knowledgeable, and could be said to have more knowledge than most people, she ultimately doesn't know everything.

This great demon king in front of us, though he seems very low-key, actually knows quite a lot.

"So, you also know where this martial art originated?"