The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 190
yeah…. it’s another clifferr
Translated by Pure
Chapter 190 Ambushed on the Mountain
Mu Yang looked around happily, his head kept spinning to and fro. He tried to put into words some sort of compliment, but after thinking for a while he couldn't think of a suitable one, so he looked to Cheng Xin beside him for help.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Wen Yantong clasping her hands together with her eyes closed as if making a wish.
Mu Yang was hit with evil intentions, so he stepped forward to break apart her clasped hands.
Wen Yantong opened her eyes in surprise. When she saw Mu Yang, her tone suddenly became fierce, "What are you doing?"
Mu Yang snorted, "Weren't you disdainful when I said it before? Wish-making is not allowed!"
Wen Yantong inwardly lamented her bad luck, she slapped her own face. But her face remained rude and unreasonable, "Who said I was making a wish?!"
Mu Yang retorted, "Am I wrong? What were you doing with your hands clasped together just now? Practicing cultivation techniques?"
Wen Yantong answered, "That's me practicing qigong breathing, what’s it have to do with you?!"
Seeing her like this, Mu Yang immediately angrily shouted, "Wen Yantong, I’ve noticed that you are becoming increasingly audacious. I need to find Brother Xi and have him teach you a lesson."
Wen Yantong retained a nonchalant expression. "Go right ahead."
Mu Yang still remembered Wen Yantong’s previous reaction whenever she caught sight of Chi Jingxi and believed that only Chi Jingxi could put her in place, so he ran to find Chi Jingxi and complained, "Brother Xi, go teach that Little Cripple a lesson. He is completely undisciplined and out of control!"
Chi Jingxi had actually been listening to their conversation. Now when he saw Mu Yang coming to complain to him, he didn’t act upon equitable judgment and just said, "Stop with the ‘Little Cripple’ address."
Mu Yang was shocked, looked at Chi Jingxi up and down, and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Xi, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become abnormal?"
Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong and did not respond to Mu Yang. He just raised his hand and patted Mu Yang on the head, "Come here."
Mu Yang was flabbergasted and leaned over curiously, "What's wrong?"
Chi Jingxi took him to a nearby stone, they both squatted as he pointed to a specific area. "Look, this is what you carved back then."
Mu Yang had completely forgotten about this matter, but he remembered it after Chi Jingxi’s reminder, and pleasantly stated, "I actually forgot about this matter! Wow this was from so many years ago."
After hearing this, Wen Yantong also wanted to take a look, but Mu Yang deliberately blocked her view. She gritted her teeth in frustration.
Chi Jingxi moved over and made some room for her.
Wen Yantong went over happily, knelt down and took a look. On the stone were simply carved patterns, which were full of uneven pits. Perhaps due to the passage of time, those lines had become worn and very blurry.
Mu Yang touched it with his hand, brushed off the dust on it, and pointed, "This is me, this is Brother Xi, and this is Brother Qianyuan."
At first glance, they looked like three stick figures. Props for Mu Yang to even remember who he drew.
Cheng Xin also walked over with a smile. "I didn't expect that this drawing would still exist after so many years."
Mu Yang said, "Yeah, back then I drew this while standing, but now I can only squat down to look at it."
Wen Yantong stood up quickly and made way for Cheng Xin. After all, it was a past event that belonged to these three people. She couldn't sympathize with Mu Yang’s words, so she walked to Fu Zixian's side.
Fu Zixian's face was full of sleepiness as he stared at the golden mountain with half hooded eyes.
Wen Yantong was taken aback. "What's wrong? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Fu Zixian seemed a little startled when he heard her voice. After a moment, he turned to look at her as he replied in a hoarse voice, "I’m ok."
"You call this ok?" Wen Yantong looked into his bloodshot eyes, and quickly realized he was only pretending to sleep last night.
Fu Zixian rubbed his eyes gently. "I just feel a little tired."
His appearance looked as if he had pulled an all-nighter. Wen Yantong felt that if the wind on the mountain was stronger, Fu Zixian might be blown away, so she said, "We’re all seen the golden light now. You should go back to the carriage and take a nap."
Fu Zixian hesitantly glanced at the happy Mu Yang and whispered back, "It's better if I don’t, otherwise it will ruin Mu Yang's mood."
"Don’t worry it won’t happen" Wen Yantong felt bad for his bloodshot eyes. She didn't know what he had experienced last night, or whether it was insomnia caused by matters constantly boggling his mind, she continued to persuade, "I’ll go with you, I happen to be sleepy too."
Fu Zixian looked at her with a warm smile, "It's okay, I can still stand for a while."
Wen Yantong waved her hand, turned to Chi Jingxi and said, "Little Marquis, Fu Zixian and I are going back to the carriages first."
Chi Jingxi immediately looked at her and did not respond immediately. He looked at Fu Zixian and then asked, "What's the matter?"
"We are still feeling sleepy. Anyway, we have seen Buddha's light, so we want to go back to the carriage and take a nap."
Mu Yang curled his lips, "Sleep, sleep, sleep! Are you a reincarnation of a pig? How come you are constantly wanting to sleep?"
Wen Yantong resisted the urge to hit him on the head. "Then you must have been a reborn loach, always so bounce happy."
Mu Yang was so angry that his nostrils flared out. He was about to retort when he saw Chi Jingxi standing up, walking to Wen Yantong’s side and said, "I'll come too."
Mu Yang immediately stood up and said, "Brother Xi, please don't go. Let them go to sleep. Seldom can we make a trip here, the next chance to carve something on this stone is unknown."
Wen Yantong also agreed that they should leave something behind. She nodded and said, "Fu Zixian and I can just go alone, it's not far. If anything needs to be relayed, we can always have the servants do so."
Chi Jingxi silently looked into her eyes. Without the intention of force, he finally relented and watched her and Fu Zixian walk off into the mist.
The top of the mountain wasn’t too far from where the carriage was parked; it only took about ten minutes to walk there.
On the way, Wen Yantong continued to chat with Fu Zixian, "Did Mu Yang bother you at night, is that why you didn't sleep well?"
There was no one around, so Fu Zixian answered truthfully, "He seems to have the habit of hugging objects while sleeping, so he frequently woke me up from my slumber. Later, when he got up in the middle of the night, he also stepped on my hand. I didn't sleep much all night."
Wen Yantong suppressed her laughter. "How miserable, it's better if we don’t sleep all together tonight."
Fu Zixian smiled and shook his head, "Mu Yang is the birthday boy, we should comply with whatever makes him happy."
The two of them walked and chatted, and when they were about to arrive, Fu Zixian’s expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand to stop Wen Yantong.
Seeing Fu Zixian's serious expression, she couldn't help but hold her breath and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Fu Zixian was quiet for a moment and then answered in a deep voice, "The wind carries the scent of blood."
Wen Yantong's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the parked carriages, and saw a hazy red color. Because she was far away, the sight wasn’t very clear; it almost looked like a large patch of red flowers in bloom.
Fu Zixian made a prompt decision, he took Wen Yantong's arm, turned around, and walked back immediately.
However, before he had taken two steps, there was a high pitch gust of wind. Fu Zixian reacted very quickly and pulled Wen Yantong aside, and an arrow grazed Wen Yantong's robe and nailed straight to the ground.
Then two people jumped out of nowhere and landed in front of Fu Zixian and Wen Yantong. The two men were dressed in black, with silver masks on their faces, and held long swords with fresh blood dripping from it.
Wen Yantong raised her hands and immediately surrendered. "Good sirs, can’t we just talk nicely?"