Chapter 81

Chapter 81

"Bang!"

The piercing gunshot echoed through the air.

The bullet grazed Third Brother Yan Yong's handsome face, leaving a thin trail of blood.

If he had reacted a moment slower, he would have died. Second Brother Yan Fa sincerely wanted him dead.

As is well known, the ancient Yuan family has many excellent traditions.

The most important one is that when a Yuan family member encounters a deadly viper trying to attack them in the desert, and another smiling Yuan family member, they must kill the other Yuan family member first.

The quicker, the better, without hesitation.

Yan Fa executed this rule perfectly. He wanted to fire another shot, but Yan Yong nimbly twisted his body, merging with the darkness.

Striding into the house, Yan Fa wanted to put down the supplies he had purchased, but couldn't find a spot that wasn't stained with blood.

Keep in mind that the vacuum cleaner in the Yuan residence was broken. Yan Fa personally swept the floor clean with a broom, inch by inch. In his life, he had never inhaled so much dust.

However, for the sake of providing a decent living environment for his sister when she returned, he endured it.

But Yan Yong ruined his hard work!

Thinking of this, Yan Fa's murderous intent grew stronger. He stepped back outside, placing the paper bag by the relatively clean doorway.

With a flourish, he spread his arms theatrically, accusingly raging, "Couldn't you at least have called me before coming home? And you made such a mess of the house!"

Yan Yong knew they had both gone insane. Yan Fa would utter witty lines while blowing his brains out with bullets.

Yan Yong sneered, "You've been out of touch for so long, and you hid the fact that our sister has returned!"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of light appeared in Yan Fa's gloomy eyes as he searched for the slender little figure.

Yuan Luoyi, who had been hiding behind a pillar, cautiously peeked out, her large eyes gazing at the other person.

Second Brother looked a bit thinner than before, his hair disheveled, windswept and travel-worn, as if he had just finished a bumpy and terrible journey.

However, when he looked at Yuan Luoyi, his eyes sparkled. With one hand behind his back, he bowed slightly, "My dear sister, welcome back. I've been waiting for you. Your magic is truly spectacular. Thank you for helping me regain clarity."

Yan Fa noticed the blood stains on Yuan Luoyi's clothes.

Without a doubt, Yan Yong had killed someone in front of their sister.

Surveying the surroundings, the only survivors were an ailing old soldier and a trembling young woman. Everyone else had been torn to shreds, their bodies scattered.

The entire house was a horrific hell on earth.

One must remain calm, especially in times of crisis.

No problem, she would definitely find a way through this.

Second Brother Yan Fa seemed a bit more lucid. The main issue was Third Brother Yan Yong, who was like a relentless killing machine, swinging his blade tirelessly, even as his wounds kept bleeding, not caring if he exhausted his life.

In this close-quarters battle, Yan Yong would win, but he would also burn through his remaining life.

Think carefully, how to make Third Brother stop!

Distant memories were awakened.

For a moment, Yuan Luoyi felt herself transported back to that summer filled with blue blossoms. She could smell the fresh grass, feel the moist air, surrounded by the ebb and flow of insect calls.

She saw her three-year-old self, tiny hands gripping the wooden railing, legs kicking wildly as she struggled to climb onto the windowsill.

After finishing his story, Third Brother had left, and she was going to be locked in the room alone again. So, it was time to escape.

This height was quite dangerous for her, but she wasn't afraid. She was going to jump down...

Breaking free from the memory, Yuan Luoyi knew what she had to do.

Suppressing her discomfort, Yuan Luoyi quickly made her way through the gory massacre Yan Yong had created and ran upstairs, climbing onto the railing just like she had as a child.

Looking down, the two were still locked in their deadly struggle.

After a forceful clash, Yan Fa's back slammed against the cold wall, leaving him wide open. Yan Yong naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity and lunged forward, his icy blade descending...

"Third Brother!"

Yuan Luoyi shouted with all her might. Her voice pierced through the layers of darkness in this tempest of blood and gale, ringing out clear and crisp, like a spell that could dispel curses and rust.

The blade stopped an inch from Yuan Fa's neck as Yuan Yong looked towards his sister.

That place was so high, so dangerous, causing Yuan Yong to tense up instantly.

In this scene, the 11-year-old Yuan Luoyi standing on the railing and the 3-year-old Yuan Luoyi standing on the windowsill seemed to overlap across time and space.

She said, "Quick, catch me!"

She leaped into the air, like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, or a brilliant shooting star swiftly falling.

Seconds later, instead of smashing into the ground in a broken mess, she landed safely in Yuan Yong's arms, just like when she was three.

Yuan Yong, having run frantically, gasped for breath, still shaken.

He was covered in blood, some belonging to others, some his own.

Yuan Luoyi reached out and embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder, whispering, "Congratulations, invincible holy knight. This time you protected the princess, so you can stop now. Please don't get hurt anymore."