You're my wife, don't doubt it!

What's going on? Did you run into a bug?

A distant roar of a motorcycle turbine echoed through the air. In the pitch black—a dark, greenish darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face—Xiao Yao raised his arms horizontally in front of his chest and took small, careful steps toward the direction from which the sound came.

Besides the sound of motorcycles, he also heard the low growls of the Shadows.

The knight, eager to rush to help, seemed to have kicked something tough, and a sharp pain shot through his toes.

No, that's not between the toes, it's on the calf.

It is the right side of the right leg.

A tremendous pressure slammed down on his right calf, and the intense pain was almost unbearable.

In that instant, he seemed to hear a sharp crack, like the sound of bones being crushed, piercing and terrifying.

His body tilted forward uncontrollably, lost his balance, and then fell heavily to the ground—no, he fell flat on his face, like someone "fell flat on their face".

The boy's chin slammed hard against something, and in the instant he fell, he seemed to hear his own scream, but the sound seemed to be far away.

Xiao Yao's consciousness was in a state of chaos. The pain made it almost impossible for him to think. He could only feel the intense stinging pain spreading from his calf to his whole body, as if countless needles were pricking his nerves.

After a moment, Xiao Yao finally regained a little consciousness. He found himself lying on the ground, breathing rapidly, his forehead covered in sweat.

He tried to move his right calf, but the excruciating pain made it almost impossible for him to do anything.

The boy's lips trembled, his heart raced, and he felt as if he had been destroyed by some merciless force.

Amidst the pain, he finally began to slowly and belatedly understand what had happened.

Yu Luying appears to have been run over by something heavy, and her right lower leg may have been seriously injured, possibly even fractured.

The shock was so intense that he could no longer remain calm, and an unprecedented fear surged through him.

Xiao Yao's eyes reddened slightly as he tried his best to suppress the pain and stay awake.

The boy knew he had to save Yu Luying, but he was unable to move at that moment.

In the darkness, he felt as if he were sinking into a bottomless abyss, not knowing what awaited him ahead.

No, it cannot be done.

I cannot let despair and helplessness overwhelm me.

……

When Xiao Yao crawled out of the entrance of the Saint Love Hotel—and truly crawled out—his armor lining was completely soaked with sweat.

The moonlight cast by the dark moon made him feel as if his vision had suddenly opened up.

We must...go and save...the two of them...

Xiao Yao felt something awakening within him.

Then he saw a horse appear out of thin air in front of him.

This was a thin, weary-looking gray horse. Its coat was disheveled and unkempt, clearly neglected for a long time. The old horse's neck was slightly bent and drooping, as if bearing endless weariness and despair—its eyes were dull and lifeless, revealing a sense of fatigue from years of battle.

The old horse's limbs were thin and lacked any muscle definition, as if it might collapse at any moment. Its hooves were badly worn, making its gait unsteady, as if it might fall at any instant.

Xiao Yao: "..."

Although I know very well that this horse’s character matches the description in Cervantes’s Don Quixote, well… it’s one thing if it’s not handsome, but is its character even acceptable?

Xiao Yao muttered to himself.

However, at least its four legs weren't broken, so there's always room for improvement.

Don Quixote's loyal old horse, Rocinante (meaning "former inferior horse" in Spanish), trotted over to Xiao Yao and nudged his neck with its panting nose.

"Comrade, how am I supposed to get up here in this state?" Xiao Yao thought to himself.

As if hearing the boy's thoughts, the old horse slowly lay down.

"Wow—what a fine horse! What a wonderful horse!" Xiao Yao thought to himself, secretly applauding.

After finally settling into a comfortable position on horseback, Xiao Yao gripped the reins tightly, but he still felt unsteady on his feet.

After all, he could only step on one side of the stirrup.

"Can we really fight like this?" Xiao Yao thought pessimistically.

The roar of the motorcycle had stopped, but Xiao Yao remembered that it came from the direction of Mount Sacred Mother before it disappeared.

The so-called Holy Mother Mountain is actually just a small artificial mountain with a large statue of the Virgin Mary enshrined in the central cave. Many churches have such statues in their courtyards, and the owner of the Saint Love Hotel also built one for himself next to the hotel.

The steed, unusually limping on one leg, headed towards Mount Our Lady, with a crooked knight sitting atop it. The sight of this combination was rather unsettling.

They had only gone halfway through the short journey when Xiao Yao nearly tipped over and fell off his horse. He had no choice but to cling tightly to the horse's neck, a rare occurrence for him, and adjust his posture.

Xiao Yao heard the roar of the turbines and the howling of the shadows coming from the direction of Mount Shengmu again. He weakly pulled on the reins, urging the nag to hurry up.

The steed, unusually, sped up and rushed to the edge of Mount Holy Mother.

Xiao Yao saw five or six shadows, each two or three meters tall, as well as the motorcycle girl he had encountered in Song Haijian's hall that day.

What's her name again, Joan? I think I heard Brother Bo mention it. It's the name of a fictional female pope, one of the symbols of Anti-Christ.

But he didn't have time to think about these things, because the scene before him made Xiao Yao's heart clench.

A pumpkin carriage lay overturned on its side, its outer shell severely damaged. The once smooth surface was now riddled with cracks, clearly indicating a violent impact. In some places, it had completely broken open, revealing the tangled wooden frame and tattered bedding inside. The carriage wheels were twisted beyond recognition, almost unrecognizable as once complete. Broken carriage planks lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Xiao Yao realized that the reason he almost fell off his horse was probably because Yu Luying's car overturned.

Amidst the wreckage of the carriage, the horses that pulled it had also suffered immense impact. Some lay on the ground, while others stood limping, their bodies bearing obvious abrasions and bruises. Among them, a young girl in sportswear and athletic pants lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly devoid of all strength. One of her athletic shoes was missing, and her trouser leg was stained crimson with blood, which had seeped into her white cotton socks.

The girl's body trembled on the ground as she struggled desperately to stand up.

Another petite girl, wrapped in a tattered red cloak and barefoot, sat on the ground.

Her black dress peeked out from under the tattered cloak, and through the burn holes in the dress, her fair skin shone through.

Despite being severely injured, she sat on the ground without flinching, arms outstretched, trying to protect the girl in the tracksuit with her own body.

Her gaze was resolute, as if telling Joan, "If you want to kill Yu Luying, you'll have to run over my dead body."

Xiao Yao tightened his grip on the rare belly of the steed, signaling it to charge forward so he could stab Joan through from behind.

The tigress remained motionless, a rare occurrence.

"What? You can't ambush? That's a disgrace to a knight's honor?" Xiao Yao turned slightly to the side, as if speaking to someone he couldn't see: "Outdated, what the hell is going on?"

……

"Okay, okay, you're the boss."

Left with no other choice, Xiao Yao had to confront Qiong An head-on.

"Oh my god!" Xiao Yao shouted.

At the same time, instead of running over Shen Jie with her motorcycle to kill her, Joan used her leather whip to wrap around Shen Jie's body and toss her high into the air.

Shen Jie traced a high parabola in the low sky, then plummeted headfirst at high speed, heading straight for the rocks on Mount Shengmu!

The steed, Nuxing, moved on its own, and Xiao Yao sheathed his sword and opened his arms.

Shen Jie landed in Xiao Yao's arms—thankfully, he had calculated the angle in advance and stepped firmly on one of the stirrups, preventing her from falling off the horse.

"Hey," Xiao Yao lifted his mask and looked down at the girl in his arms, saying, "It's alright, it's alright."

Shen Jie smiled at him.

Then he fainted.

Joan didn't attack Xiao Yao when he put Shen Jie down from the horse (it was more like he threw her off the horse due to his limited abilities). After he finished his work, she tore off a black leather glove and threw it far away in front of the rare hoof of the nag.

Xiao Yao turned his horse around, bent down with difficulty, picked up the leather glove with the tip of his sword, and nodded to her in greeting.

Qiongan turned the locomotive around and slowly drove away into the distance.

Xiao Yao: "?"

Just as he was unsure whether he should follow them.

Joan had already stopped the car and turned it around again.

Then, he stepped into third gear, twisted the accelerator to the floor, and charged straight toward himself.

Two colorful flames, generated by liquid nitrogen thrusters, even shot out from the rear of her vehicle.

“Your mother’s words are outrageous.” Xiao Yao spurred on.

Chapter 319 Love, Desire, and Lust

2023-09-05

Instead of launching a sneak attack on Xiao Yao, Joan gave him a seemingly fair chance to fight.

This is good.

The remaining half of the giant shadow stopped moving and seemed to be looking in this direction with great interest.

Yu Luying finally managed to get up, looking at the duel with a bewildered expression.

Of course, we all know that fairness is relative, and absolute fairness does not exist.

Using a motorcycle to deal with someone on horseback sounds absurd at first, but Xiao Yao thinks it's actually not that bad.