Chapter 77 Tang San is heartbroken! Xiao Wu is suffering terribly?! Qian Daobai intervenes!
Qian Daobai withdrew his hand, and the power that had been binding Xiao Wu disappeared as well.
Her soft body slid down the cold wall to the ground, curling up into a ball, like a shrimp whose bones had been crushed, convulsing incessantly.
Excruciating pain surged through her nerves in waves.
Qian Daobai glanced indifferently at her wailing on the ground, then turned and walked towards the prison gate.
He gave instructions to the guards behind him.
"Find a way to spread the news that she is still alive but seriously injured."
"Yes, sir."
The guards responded respectfully, not daring to even raise their heads.
As Qian Daobai's footsteps faded into the distance, the iron gate to the dungeon was closed again, cutting off all light.
In the darkness, only Xiao Wu's suppressed, intermittent screams of pain remained.
...
Time passed by, second by second.
On the other side, at Shrek Academy's temporary headquarters.
In a simple room, Tang San sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
His breathing was somewhat disordered, and his face was slightly pale.
Clearly, the internal injuries he sustained from his previous conflict with Qian Daobai have not yet healed.
"Knock knock".
A knock came at the door.
Tang San opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
A teacher from the college walked in, looking somewhat strange, and handed over an unsigned letter.
"Tang San, this was left at the academy gate by someone who specifically asked for it to be given to you."
Tang San took the letter, his brows furrowing slightly.
He tore open the envelope; inside was only a small note.
When he saw the short line of words on the note, his breath caught in his throat.
"Xiao Wu is not dead; she is imprisoned in the Spirit Hall dungeon."
Xiao Wu... is still alive!
This news was like a beacon lighting up Tang San in the darkest abyss!
Overwhelming joy instantly overwhelmed his days of despondency and despair.
The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for days seemed to be completely lifted at this moment.
"That's great...that's great!"
Tang San's eyes instantly welled up with tears. He gripped the note tightly, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
He almost subconsciously revealed a relaxed smile, a smile filled with the joy of regaining what was lost and endless tenderness.
He silently recited it in his heart.
"Xiao Wu, don't worry, I will definitely get you out!"
He took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions and prepared to turn the note over to see if there were any other clues.
But when he saw the second line of text on the back, the smile on his face froze instantly.
That line of text was like a dagger coated with deadly poison, piercing his heart.
"He was severely injured, his sternum was broken, and there was no medicine to cure him. He suffered and cried out in pain day and night."
boom--!
Tang San's mind went blank with a buzz.
The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning him deathly pale.
Broken sternum...
Day and night, I wail in agony...
These words, like a curse, swirled and echoed wildly in his mind.
He thought of Xiao Wu.
I remembered her lively and adorable appearance, her charming coquettishness, and her agility in battle.
That was the girl he vowed to protect for the rest of his life.
But now, this note tells him that she is in a dark dungeon, enduring the pain of shattered bones, wailing day and night.
Tang San's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then cut repeatedly with a blunt knife.
pain!
The pain is so intense I can't breathe!
"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..."
He murmured softly, his voice hoarse, filled with endless pain and self-blame.
His hand, gripping the note tightly, had knuckles that were white from excessive force, and veins that bulged out.
He wanted to scream, to vent, but found he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
A deep sense of powerlessness completely overwhelmed him.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Dai Mubai walked in.
He saw the ecstasy on Tang San's face, which instantly turned into extreme grief, and his heart tightened.
"What's wrong, mistress? What did the letter say?"
Tang San slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a wounded wild beast.
He handed over the note.
Dai Mubai took a look, and his expression instantly darkened.
When he saw the second line of text, a fierce rage instantly ignited in his evil eyes.
"You bastard!"
Dai Mubai slammed his fist on the table next to him, making a loud noise.
"This is absolutely inhuman! It's so vicious!"
Looking at Tang San, who was in great pain, he felt both anxious and angry.
But he quickly calmed down. He knew that the person who couldn't afford to lose his composure right now was Tang San.
"Mistress, listen to me."
Dai Mubai walked up to Tang San, pressed down on his shoulder, and shook him forcefully.
"I know you're in pain right now, but look at our current strength, we have no way to save Xiao Wu!"
"If you act impulsively now, you'll only be throwing your life away!"
Tang San didn't speak, but gritted his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Tang San, pull yourself together!"
Dai Mubai's voice suddenly rose.
"Think of Xiaowu! She's still suffering in the dungeon, waiting for you! Waiting for you to come and save her!"
"Only by becoming stronger, strong enough to crush the Spirit Hall, strong enough to fight against Qian Daobai, can you rescue her unharmed!"
yes...
Xiao Wu is still waiting for me.
I cannot fall.
The confusion and pain in Tang San's eyes were gradually replaced by an almost fanatical determination.
He slowly raised his head, looked at Dai Mubai, and said, word by word.
"I will."
"Xiao Wu, wait for me."
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Wuhun City, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's villa, the back garden.
The morning sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.
In the garden, two beautiful figures were passing each other.
"bite!"
A crisp sword rang out.
Ning Rongrong and Qian Renxue each held a longsword used for practice and were engaged in a pure swordsmanship sparring match.
Neither of them used any soul power; they were competing in the most basic moves and reactions.
Ning Rongrong was dressed in a light blue outfit that perfectly accentuated her already well-developed and exquisite figure.
She tiptoed and leaped forward lightly, the longsword in her hand transforming into a cold light, piercing straight towards Qian Renxue's chest.
Qian Renxue remained calm, dressed in a simple white dress, looking like a fairy banished from the snow.
Faced with Ning Rongrong's swift sword strike, she simply turned slightly to the side and perfectly avoided the blade.
"..."
Ning Rongrong's sword missed its mark, and due to the exertion of too much force, her body involuntarily stumbled forward a few steps.
When masters clash, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference.
Just as Ning Rongrong lost her balance, Qian Renxue twisted her wrist.
The longsword traced a graceful arc and appeared silently behind Ning Rongrong, its cold tip gently pressing against her back.
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