Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 230 Ingratitude and Deceit (Ying Han's Side Story Part 2)

With the three-day deadline fast approaching, Ying Lian still hadn't been able to contact his junior brother.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious and frustrated.

He doesn't even dare to look directly at the beautiful woman on the bed who is full of anticipation.

He was afraid of hurting people's feelings.

They clearly promised to redeem him, but now they're going back on their word.

Han Shu seemed to sense something as well, and asked softly with his eyes lowered, "Young Master, there's no need to worry about me."

Ying Lian pursed his lips, looked at the person in front of him, gritted his teeth, and took off the jade pendant from his waist.

"Ahan, wait for me to return. I will definitely redeem you today."

Ying Lian lowered his head and gently stroked the green jade pendant in his palm. Its warm and lustrous color showed that its owner loved it very much and often played with it in his palm.

Han Shu could see his reluctance and was about to stop him when she saw that red figure run out.

Han Shu sighed.

He really is just a silly boy.

The madam entered, bowed her head in greeting, and asked, "Master, should we send someone to follow Young Master Ying?"

Han Shu soaked his feet, glanced out the window, and said, "Send someone to follow Ying Lian and redeem all the things he pawned."

"Yes."

The madam seemed to have thought of something else, "If Young Master Ying wants to redeem himself, will you agree?"

"Set the price higher."

The madam understood.

That means don't agree.

After the madam left, Han Shu took out a stack of silver notes from under his pillow and chuckled softly.

What a silly boy, he didn't even realize he'd taken his own banknotes.

***

Ying Lian never expected that even if he pawned his jade pendant, the money he got would still not be enough to redeem Han Shu from servitude.

Seeing Ying Lian clutching the silver notes, his eyes downcast, looking pitiful, the madam felt a pang of pity.

"Although this money is not enough to redeem Han Shu from servitude, it is enough to keep Han Shu for a long time."

Ying Lian forced a smile and gave half of the silver note to the madam.

He wanted to save the remaining half to prepare medicine for Han Shu and to give him a good boost.

For some reason, none of the carrier pigeons he released came back to him.

In the past, I should have received replies from my junior brothers long ago.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I should think about what kind of medicinal food I should make for Hanshu to nourish his body today.

Ying Lian had been in the brothel for over a month.

The more Han Shu appreciated Ying Lian's good qualities, the more attached he became to this person.

They intercepted the carrier pigeons one by one, hoping to maintain this illusion for as long as possible.

But eventually, the truth will come out.

Han Shu never expected that a traitor would emerge from among his trusted subordinates.

He also brought those restless people from the Four Directions Pavilion here.

When the flames rose, Han Shu had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

The outside was filled with the sounds of metal clanging, fighting, and screams.

In the firelight, Ying Lian's face turned even paler.

But he gripped Han Shu's hand even tighter.

It's like we'll never let go.

"Ahan, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Han Shu lowered his head, his gaze falling on the two people's clasped hands.

He could clearly feel the boy trembling, yet he still refused to let go.

"Find that traitor who betrayed his master and ancestors, and tear him to pieces!"

Ying Lian listened to the commotion outside; someone was already kicking the door, and they were almost at the door.

Ying Lian dampened his palm and tightened his grip on the silver needle between his fingertips.

"Ahan, when I call you, run outside and don't look back, understand?"

The boy's deep voice reached Han Shu's ears, making her heart skip a beat.

Unexplained panic.

Ying Lian didn't pay too much attention to it.

The figure had already reached the door, and Ying Lian tightened his grip on Han Shu's hand even more.

As the door was kicked open, silver needles, imbued with true energy, shot out towards the people who entered.

Ying Lian used all his strength, and the silver needles were all poisoned to the point of being fatal upon drawing blood.

This was the first time Ying Lian had used such a potent poison.

He wanted to protect Han Shu.

***

Han Shu couldn't quite describe the feeling, but when Ying Lian risked his life to protect him as he escaped, he suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore.

Even if Ying Lian is about to leave.

He wants to protect him now too.

So he took out the sword he had hidden under the bed.

"The traitor is here!"

"The Four Directions Pavilion cannot fall into the hands of such a person."

"kill him."

"..."

The corridor on both sides of the second floor was blocked by people.

But there was no one left in that building.

In the past, he was willing to fight for his life; now, he must protect Ying Lian even more.

Ying Lian looked at the person who was standing in front of him with a sword, and remained silent with his head down.

Han Shu held Ying Lian's hand tightly, not daring to turn his head to look at the expression on the boy's face.

He was afraid to see that gentle face revealing his disgust for him.

He was even more afraid that he would implicate Ying Lian and die here with him today.

Meanwhile, his traitorous subordinate was still swaggering around, saying, "Lord Pavilion Master, I've been meticulously planning this surprise for a long time. Now, no one can save you anymore."

Han Shu's expression hardened. He knew that he couldn't fight against so many opponents, and the most important thing now was to get Ying Lian out of there.

He flipped his wrist, concentrating all his true energy on the sword, then looked around and focused on the weakest point of the defense.

Cut it out with one sword!

It was sword energy flying everywhere.

It forcefully carved a path through the crowd.

Wherever the fierce sword energy passed, corpses littered the ground.

Many people collapsed before they could even scream.

Han Shu grabbed Ying Lian, put one hand on Ying Lian's waist, and flew down from the second floor with him.

The pursuers had already surrounded them.

"Grab them, don't let them get away."

In the past, if anyone had dared to shout like that in front of him, Han Shu would have used their heads as a sacrifice to his sword.

But now, he was truly terrified.

She was afraid that Ying Lian would get hurt.

He was afraid that Ying Lian would lose his life because of him.

After escaping, Ying Lian can kill or torture them as he pleases.

However, Ying Lian must be safe and sound.

The traitor had been plotting for days; how could he easily let someone leave?

The surrounding alleys were already filled with ambushes.

Han Shu and Ying Lian were trapped in a dead end.

He looked up at the group of people in front of him and pulled Ying Lian even closer to him.

Flames, sword shadows, and screams mingled together in the alley.

Limbs were scattered everywhere; it was a living hell.

Han Shu's white clothes were soaked in blood, and he could no longer tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood.

He didn't know where the road led.

All he knew was to keep fighting forward.

We must find a way for Ying Lian to survive.

Even though he was covered in blood, Han Shu still protected Ying Lian very well.

He didn't let anyone outside hurt him in the slightest.

Feeling a slight tremor, Han Shu pressed the person's head into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I will get you out of here."

Don't look, or the blood will splatter on you.

The delicate fragrance of orchids mingled with the pungent stench of blood, indicating that the person before them was severely injured.

Ying Lian's eyes darkened.

Han Shu looked at the seemingly endless crowd before him, his eyes bloodshot, and took a deep breath.

It seems that's the only way.

Forcibly breaking through the ninth level of the technique is an excruciating pain, like having your tendons and bones pulled apart.

Before the meridians had even been expanded, they had already contained true qi that did not belong to this level.

At best, it can cause serious injury; at worst, it can lead to death.

Having gained temporary fighting strength, Han Shu knew it wouldn't last.

It can only be resolved quickly.

Those who were surrounding and killing the two men sensed something was wrong when they saw Han Shu look up.

Then Han Shu came over, one arm around Ying Lian and the other holding a sword.

Even if it meant getting hurt himself, he was determined to ensure Ying Lian left unharmed.

Aside from the battle in the ice cave during his childhood, which was fought to survive, this was the first time Han Shu had fought to the point of bloodlust.

Anyone who stands in his way is an enemy.

They instilled fear in their attackers, causing them to retreat in defeat.

They successfully led Ying Lian to escape.

The moment they broke through the encirclement, Han Shu channeled all his true energy into his toes, carrying his men as they flew out of the city.

Once they reached the outskirts and he was sure it was safe, he stumbled and barely managed to steady himself. He then released his hand from Ying Lian's waist and fell to the ground.

Ying Lian straightened up and looked down at the disheveled people on the ground.

Han Shu squinted, and in the moonlight, he could barely make out a single figure.

The boy's expression was unclear.

He moved his fingers. "Ying Lian, I lied to you. Now that we're safe, you... you should leave now."

The boy remained unmoved.

"Who are you?"

Having grown accustomed to Ying Lian's gentle voice, it was quite unusual to hear the young man's cold and emotionless questioning.

Han Shu felt a pang of sadness and almost burst into tears.

That's so pretentious.

Han Shu despised himself in his heart.

It was just a question, but it made him feel bitter.

He could feel the internal energy raging through his meridians, tearing at his internal organs and causing them to ache.

Probably dying.

He tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to see Ying Lian again.

A wave of dizziness washed over me.

But he hadn't answered Ying Lian's question yet.

He didn't want to die without Ying Lian knowing who he was.

"The master of Sifang Pavilion is cold, cold and sparse."

After saying this, Han Shu could no longer resist the heaviness in his eyelids.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Ying Lian sigh.

The boy's face seemed to lean closer, and he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

He felt as if he had fallen into a gentle embrace.

It was a warmth I had never experienced before.

How wonderful, to be able to have a beautiful dream before I die.

***

Han Shu woke up again in Medicine King Valley. The Medicine King brought in medicine, and seeing that he was awake, he chuckled, "Awake?"

Han Shu nodded. "Senior, where is this place?"

The Medicine King raised an eyebrow. "Medicine King Valley."

Han Shu lowered his eyes.

Ying Lian was actually from Medicine King Valley.

"My foolish apprentice said he'd keep a record of everything for you. Once you've recovered from your injuries, you'll have to stay in my Medicine King Valley to pay off your debts."

The Medicine King's eyes held a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Han Shu gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, his eyes stinging with tears. "It is my honor."

The Medicine King nodded and handed him the medicine.

Han Shu drank the wine in one gulp, looked around, but did not see Ying Lian.

Thinking he didn't want to see him, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The Medicine King clicked his tongue lightly, somewhat disdainfully, "Don't look at him, that silly boy is recovering from his injuries and can't get up at all."

Han Shu asked in confusion, "Recover from injuries?"

The Medicine King put away the medicine bowl. "Yes, it's for recuperation. Do you think Medicine King Valley can easily bring outsiders in?"

Han Shu remained silent, then threw back the covers and was about to get out of bed when she said, "I'm going to check on him."

"Don't go there. Don't reopen the wound. It would be a waste of all the medicine from Medicine King Valley. That brat will be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

**

Ying Lian munched on a pear, enjoying the cool shade under the tree, watching Han Shu working in the medicinal herb field with contentment.

"Hey, hey, hey, that patch of land needs some loosening too."

Han Shu nodded, as if she had no temper, and obediently walked in the direction Ying Lianzhi was pointing.

Ying Lian finished the last bite of the pear, clicked his tongue lightly, and felt somewhat bored.

He gently rubbed his fingers together, stood up, walked to Han Shu, snatched the rake from his hand, and said disdainfully, "Go away, go away, you're obviously a pampered young master who's never done any work."

Han Shu was taken aback by what he heard, then smiled as he looked at the awkward Ying Lian.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned close to her rosy ear, and teased, "Weren't you supposed to work to pay off the debt? Why is Young Master Ying doing the work himself?"

The hot breath brushed past his ear, causing Ying Lian to stumble backward, almost falling.

Then, feeling that he really lacked presence, he put his hands on his hips and said fiercely, "You, you can't tell me what to do! You have to stay in my Medicine King Valley and do hard labor for the rest of your life to pay off the debt for those medicines you used."

Han Shu's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he smiled brightly, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, then I'll just stay in Medicine King Valley for the rest of my life, okay?"

Perhaps it was the gentle breeze of a summer afternoon, or perhaps it was the alluring smile of the person in front of me.

Ying Lian only heard himself reply, "Okay."

———Mini Theater———

About their first time.

Ying Lian accidentally ingested a new herb with aphrodisiac effects, and then refused to eat anyone else's food, constantly calling out Han Shu's name, looking pitiful.

Han Shu looked at the person in front of him, whose temples were throbbing and whose face was flushed, sighed, and sent everyone out.

People who frequent places of entertainment naturally understand these things.

At this moment, Ying Lian was incredibly obedient, letting him undress her.

The two rolled around in a ball, their breathing disordered.

But when it came to the final step, Ying Lian started to shed tears.

"You sold yourself into Medicine King Valley, and now you still want my body?!"

I was so good to you, and you still lied to me.

That voice, tinged with sobs, was full of accusation, as if it wanted to cry out all its grievances.

Han Shu stared at him for a long time, sighed, and placed the hand that had been wiping away tears on her belt.

"Then Ah Lian, you want me? I'll teach Ah Lian, okay?"

Amidst the chrysanthemums, the crying was replaced by someone else.

Looking at Han Shu sleeping beside him, Ying Lian was very satisfied.

Knowing he couldn't defeat Han Shu, he had no choice but to try a roundabout approach.

learn from mistakes.

After this experience, one should be more cautious.

Han Shu was also very satisfied; to him, Ying Lian was a responsible person.

They were now completely bound together.