Flickers of Faded Memories Chapter 8

Summer is coming to an end, and even though the trees are still green, the water is getting colder. Liam Yuwen stood under the waterfall, his robe stained red and washed by the rushing water. He was used to such hard training, but he also felt his hands and feet were cold.

It seems that my eldest brother is right, but I cannot prove that he is right.

Following the order of the list given by my elder brother, I have been looking for a person who has retired long ago these days.

Deep in the desolate village, the small house was a bit dilapidated and no one had been seen going in or out for several days. Liam Yuwen sneaked in on a moonlit night, but the man had already noticed that he was being watched and sat in the dark calmly confronting him.

"I am old, my eyesight is not very good, but my ears are not deaf. Why are you here?"

"For my parents."

When the old man learned that it was the Yuwen family, he clapped his hands in joy. Liam Yuwen patiently asked, "Did you do this?"

"There's my method in it."

As it concerned the life and death of his parents, he was shocked and lost control of his strength. His frail body smashed through the wall and fell into the vegetable garden outside. The old man struggled to get up, blood pouring from his mouth. He seemed crazy, laughing and mad: "Oh, your skills, your master is Ying Yue, I think he claims to be upright... Hahahahahahaha..."

Master Yu Yue was a free-spirited person who loved to travel around the world and make friends. After he became his apprentice, he would come to the Yuwen family every year to take him away for half a year. He traveled around the country with his master while practicing hard.

Over the years, the master not only taught him everything he knew, but also taught him some simple medical skills. However, two years ago, the master said that he was a little old, and told him to be a chivalrous man in the future, and then disappeared.

The content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page. Liam Yuwen is now using what he has learned on a little old man, which is really unfair to his master.

"I have no intention to hurt you. If you know the truth about my parents' accident, please tell me the truth." Going forward to help the man up, Liam Yuwen lowered his posture and apologized sincerely.

However, the old man sneered and took advantage of his unpreparedness to throw a few silver needles. The cold light flashed under the moonlight. Yu Wencheng dodged with his sleeves fluttering. He remembered what his eldest brother said, that the most likely cause of his parents' accident was poisoning. Combined with what this man said just now, he had his own tricks in it.

Liam Yuwen jumped into the cold water along the waterfall. He loved this jade-like transparent color since he was a child. After being stained with a touch of red, it was as sad as a red flower in the flames... The old man had a soft sword wrapped around his waist. While he was dodging the poison needle, the soft sword shook out the sword flower and attacked him in countless sword shadows. Liam Yuwen already thought that this man was involved in his parents' affairs and wanted to kill him, but he never thought that when he got to him, the old man's sword was crooked.

The dry firewood received a blow from his palm on the front of the body, and there was a crisp breaking sound. The old man deliberately tilted the sword and only pierced his clothes.

"Hey, hey hey..." After vomiting blood all over him, the old man looked up to the sky and laughed, determined to leave with the truth.

The light in the candlestick flickered, and she stared at the light that could go out at any time, sitting quietly for a long while. Her parents, who were separated by a curtain, told her to rest early and then went to bed. She knew that Lishu had been waiting outside, and she couldn't understand why it had to be her. She didn't think that she had a closer connection with the two young masters than with others, so why did the eldest young master choose her?

When she stood up, she looked at the desperate face in the mirror. Luna let her long hair down. She had tied it up for a day and then let it down. Her hair was messy. She deliberately wanted to meet the young master in this image.

Li Shu waited for a long time, and seeing her like this, he just looked up and said nothing. Anyway, he was just following orders, and nothing else had anything to do with him.

The lights in the room were bright tonight. Luna pushed the door open and went in. The young master had already washed up and was standing in front of the table observing the unfolded scroll. Seeing her coming, he looked up and waited for her to come over.

Content not yet finished, continue reading on the next page Luna took a deep breath, a chill spreading in his heart, and walked slowly forward.

Nathan Yuwen looked at the scroll and asked, "What do you think?"

The not very long scroll was completely unfolded on the table. Inside was a pavilion with the shadow of a beautiful woman resting there, and a butterfly resting on her fingertips.

"This girl looks very good," Yin Xing praised her sincerely, and then added carefully, "She is a perfect match for the young master."

She quietly went to see his reaction. He lowered his eyes to study the painting, his long eyelashes drooping, hiding the emotions in his eyes. After hearing her words, he chuckled. Luna clenched her hands. Wasn't it sent by the matchmaker?

Just as she was thinking about this, Nathan Yuwen put away the scroll and looked up. The girl in front of him stood beside the lantern, with timidity in her eyes, and she glanced at him secretly from time to time.

He pretended not to notice and looked at her carefully. For some reason, even though there were so many lights tonight, her lips looked a little lighter, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. Looking up, under the pale yellow light of the gauze lamp, her fan-like eyelashes cast layered shadows in her eyes, mysterious and attractive.

But he finally fell on her loose hair: "Why is it like this?"

Luna lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip: "I'm too sleepy today, so I took a rest just now." This sentence was clearly accusing the young master of disturbing her normal rest. She thought that the young master would either be angry or annoyed with her for being so ungrateful, but she didn't expect that his hand would fall on her waist and he bent down to K!ss her eyes.

"Well," his voice was tired, a little low, and also had a mellow magnetism, "If you are too tired, you can stay here tonight."

To be continued, read on the next page Luna was surprised and terrified. When she reached out to push him, he had already brought her to the bed. The curtain fell down, and she struggled to get up, but he pressed her down on the bed with one hand. His slender fingers untied the belt, and the clothes opened to the sides. The two soft white lumps on her chest were vaguely outlined by the water-red bellyband, shaking as she struggled.

Nathan Yuwen untied the thin string around his neck, and his bellyband fell down. His chest was soft and snow-white, dazzling him so much that he couldn't take his eyes away for a moment.

The temperature in the tent gradually rose, and the flickering candlelight became ambiguous. Luna wanted to cover her body, but was restrained and unable to move, her cheeks flushed with anxiety. Nathan Yuwen spread her legs, untied the outer robe he wore when sleeping with one hand, and leaned over to K!ss her cheek. The water-red bellyband scattered on her side, like a blooming peony, delicately contrasting the skin hidden under the clothes during the day, and the breasts hidden even deeper. His K!ss went down and burned on her chest, ignoring her scratching and biting to stop him, and opened his mouth to suck the small tender fruit standing on one side.

He had never done this before, sucking and licking awkwardly. Apparently she had never done this before either, and when he held her in his mouth, she shrank back, her nails clawing at his shoulders and arms.

Nathan Yuwen bit her painfully, and she cried out as if she was irritated.

"It hurts, don't..."

She cried helplessly, biting her fingers. He did not continue and obediently let go of the two delicate young fruits on her chest.

Between her legs that were forcibly spread apart by him, she felt something approaching, but it was slow to come in. Yin Xing didn't know whether he wanted to let her go or was teasing her on purpose, and she cried out in dismay: "Young Master..."

He used the hot iron below to block her next words of begging for mercy. The movement of going in and out was obviously more skillful than the previous times. Without giving her time to open her mouth, he gradually increased the speed and continued to thrust in.