Chapter 302 - 278: How Can the Phoenix Imprison the Prisoner Phoenix (Part 1)
When Rong Zhi released his third arrow, Chu Yu had already opened her eyes.
She almost dazedly, watched the black arrows streaking toward Hua Cuo like shooting stars chasing the moon, uninterrupted. The crimson droplets of blood splattered from his body, falling onto the snowy ground, until Hua Cuo, clutching his chest, collapsed, and she still couldn’t distinguish whether this was reality or a hallucination born from the brink of life and death.
The wind suddenly picked up, cutting coldly through the fox fur collar around Chu Yu’s neck. She shivered and abruptly came to her senses, and by this time, Rong Zhi had closed Chen Bai’s eyes with his hands and stood up straight. He walked towards her with a slow and composed gait.
Looking at Rong Zhi’s serene and detached features, Chu Yu was suddenly reminded of a movie, one that she had watched many times with her friends during her college days, laughing with each viewing and crying with the next.
In "The Westward Journey," Zixia Fairy said, "My Mr. Ruyi is a hero of his generation. One day he will arrive in golden armor and ride a seven-color cloud to marry me."
Rong Zhi wasn’t a traditional hero; his heart bore little sense of justice. In his eyes, the world was merely about gains and losses, and his calculations were too meticulous, too clear. Even going to his death composedly, he wouldn’t lose his rationality to bravado.
He didn’t wear golden armor; he often dressed in white, appearing refined and immaculate, but that was all deceptive. In his gentle gaze were meticulous schemes, and when he deceived others, he never paid with his life.
He didn’t have seven-colored clouds beneath his feet; what he was stepping on now were cold ice and snow and Hua Cuo’s warm blood. He had stepped on many people’s blood before, and perhaps in the future, he would continue to walk his chosen path over the blood of many more.
Thus, he wasn’t her Mr. Ruyi.
But why, why did her heart, already desolate, rekindle its warmth at the sight of Rong Zhi? Why did something surge wildly within her?
Had she actually been waiting for him all along? From the beginning until now, did she always feel that he would appear, unfazed, at this critical junction to rescue her?