Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 183 Overestimating one’s own capabilities

"Did you find anything during your trip?"

Fan Yanmu couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Xiao Zhixue waved her hands in a nonchalant manner, as if she was talking about someone else's trivial matters: "It's no big deal, it's just that my uncle ignored his virtuous wife at home and went out to have fun."

Her words were light and casual, as if she was talking about an ordinary gossip. However, when Fang Jiawen and An Ying'er heard these words, they looked at each other in confusion, their hearts full of doubts: How could Xiao Zhixue be so indifferent to her uncle's romantic affairs? Was there really no ripple in her heart?

Fan Yanmu was not surprised by this, as he knew very well that Xiao Zhixue's family was not friendly to her.

As for Xiao You, his behavior was so shameless that it was outrageous. He dared to be so presumptuous on the territory of Xuan Yutang.

Soon, Jiuer flew back like an arrow and reported that Fang Weiyi's whereabouts had been found, but he was tied up with heavy iron chains, and there were dozens of Xuanyutang disciples guarding him outside the door. Jin Chengfeng disappeared after arresting him.

Xiao Zhixue immediately informed everyone of the news.

Upon hearing the news, Fang Jiawen was extremely anxious, like an ant on fire, and wanted to rush out to rescue his brother, but was calmly stopped by Fan Yanmu.

"Do you think you can fight against the entire Xuan Yu Hall with your own strength?"

Fan Yanmu's voice was cold and firm, revealing an unquestionable determination.

Fang Jiawen was so anxious that he almost jumped up: "What should I do? My brother is still suffering there, I can't just sit there and do nothing!"

Fan Yanmu turned his head coldly, unwilling to waste any more words.

If Fang Jiawen had not helped Xiao Zhixue before, he would not have intervened in this matter at all.

In Fan Yanmu's eyes, Fang Jiawen was nothing more than a burden, with mediocre martial arts and only average lightness skills. Bringing him along would only slow down the operation.

Fang Jiawen was completely unaware of this, and his mind was filled with the thought of rescuing his brother.

Although he also understood that his position in the team was the weakest, at this moment, he had no choice but to wait for Xiao Zhixue's next plan.

Xiao Zhixue's fingers gently stroked her chin, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

She turned her head to look at the small and exquisite bird on her shoulder - Jiuer, and gently patted its smooth and delicate little head, with a sly and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Jiu'er, my smart friend," Xiao Zhixue's voice was full of trust and expectation, "Go find the place where the amiable aunt of the Chen family lives for me. Once you find it, fly back and tell me immediately, okay?"

Jiuer blinked her shiny black eyes, obviously confused by this "Ms. Chen" whom she had never met.

Seeing its embarrassed face, Xiao Zhixue quickly described Aunt Chen's appearance in detail: she was a woman who always had a smile on her face, with warm wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and she liked to plant flowers in the yard.

Jiuer tilted her little head and listened attentively, as if she could already picture the image of the aunt in her mind.

Then, it flapped its wings violently, and like a blue lightning, it soared into the air from Xiao Zhixue's shoulder and flew towards an unknown direction.

Turning to face Fan Yanmu beside her, Xiao Zhixue's eyes became extremely firm.

"There can be no more delay, Brother Duan, we must act now."

There was unquestionable determination in her tone.

Fan Yanmu nodded slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in his deep eyes.

"That's right, saving lives comes first."

These short words are full of commitment and responsibility to companions.

The four of them were like ghosts in the night, following Jiuer's guidance silently.

On the way, when they vaguely sensed the traces of Xuan Yu Tang members, they swiftly hid in the shadows around them, as if blending into the night, avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

In this silent battle, staying hidden is the key to their success.

Soon, the group quietly approached the gloomy house where Fang Weiyi was imprisoned.

Just as Jiuer described, the house was heavily guarded and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Inside the house, Fang Weiyi's angry shouts penetrated the thick walls and could be clearly heard.

"Jin Chengfeng, you despicable villain, let me out immediately!"

Along with his roar, bursts of violent collisions and the clashing of chains echoed all around; that was his desire and struggle for freedom.

Outside the door, the guards of Xuan Yu Hall seemed impatient and rude, cursing at the closed door: "Be quiet! Stay still, or you will be in trouble if you annoy us!"

However, Fang Weiyi's resistance did not weaken, but became more intense. The bang bang sounds echoed in the night sky, carrying an unyielding will.

The guards were distracted by the incessant noise, anger burning in their hearts, and they wished they could rush in immediately to subdue Fang Weiyi.

But the order Jin Chengfeng gave before leaving was like an iron rule that could not be violated - no one in the house should be harmed.

Helplessly, they could only suppress the restlessness and impulse in their hearts and continue to stand guard outside the door, but their eyes revealed a bit of anxiety and uneasiness.

Not long after, the room finally fell silent, leaving only the faint sound of breathing and the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window, creating a subtle atmosphere of tranquility.

Xiao Zhixue softly instructed Fang Jiawen to stay where he was and not move around, with unquestionable determination flashing in her eyes.

She, Fan Yanmu and An Ying'er were like ghosts in the night, quietly approaching the house that seemed calm but was actually undercurrents.

They moved swiftly, as if blending into the night, calculating every step to perfection so as not to disturb the sleepy guards.

Under the moonlight, the three figures slid stealthily to the side of the house. They had a tacit understanding with each other, and a single glance was enough to convey all their intentions.

Then, they stretched out their bodies and jumped onto the roof as lightly as a cat. Their movements were so smooth that they hardly left any traces on the tiles.

After peeling back a few tiles, the scene below slowly unfolded like a bleak picture - the house was in a mess and disarray, as if it had just experienced a fierce fight.

Fang Weiyi's figure came into view. He was tied tightly to the door with thick iron chains. His body was limp and he was gasping for breath. Every breath he took seemed extremely difficult. His face was as pale as the snow in winter that had not been touched by the sun, and there was an ominous aura about it.

His hands were pressed tightly against his violently heaving chest, his fingertips turning white from the force, an obvious sign of the pain from the poison.

Xiao Zhixue and Fan Yanmu exchanged a complicated look. No words were needed, as they understood each other's feelings.

Fan Yanmu then moved quickly and carefully uncovered more tiles in preparation for the next action.

Then, his nimble body leaped into the house like a flash of black lightning, and his movements were so fast that they made almost no sound.