Accidentally Married A Fox God - The sovereign lord spoils his wife

Chapter 5 - Savior?

Chapter 5 - Savior?

Li Meirong was greeted with the sight of Zhou Shang impaled by one of his own arrows.

The arrow had lodged deep into his chest, where his heart was located. Zhou Shang's eyes bulged alarmingly out of their sockets, blood poured from his mouth and nose, and trickled from where the arrow pierced through the front of his chest.

He tried to speak, but could only produce a gurgle. It was then that Li Meirong noticed his throat had been ripped out.

All his blood dripped on her. Her entire body quivered uncontrollably as she held Zhou Shang's lifeless body with her own two hands pressed up against his chest, preventing him from collapsing onto her.

"Help! Help me please..." Li Meirong cried out. She had never in her life seen someone being murdered. Now, added to the list of firsts since transmigrating to this new body, a man was killed right on top of her, nearly crushing her with all of his dead, bleeding weight.

The shock was too great to endure. Her throat was so awfully dry from screaming and dehydration, and she was dizzy and disoriented from trauma, a struggle after another struggle. One after the other, the shocks were piling up on her senses like the very weight of this dead man which she could barely keep holding up.

She felt so… weak. Her body was burning as if she was running a fever. She started hoping to die and just be done with it all!

"That was to express my gratitude for capturing me at my weakest moment and selling me to Taoist phonies."

The words were spoken by a voice so deep, it made Li Meirong shiver. It was low-pitched, cold and striking with intensity. The killer was bidding farewell to the departed "Huntsman", Zhou Shang.

Slightly startled, Li Meirong fearfully stretched her neck to peek at the long-limbed man to whom the voice belonged to.

'Devastatingly beautiful', that was Li Meirong's first impression as she stared at the person, letting out a short gasp of wonder. The person, whom she assumed was a man, despite his somewhat feminine appearance, was simply too hypnotizing, in a harmful kind way, like an evil spell from a fairy tale. The kind that sucks your soul if you were accidentally bespelled by it.

The man's skin looked as if it was carved from alabaster. His chiselled face was all high cheekbones and sharp angles, giving him a more masculine balance to the otherwise delicate facial features. Long flowing hair the colour of freshly fallen snow cascaded down the front of his broad shoulders. Here and there, the silvery, glistening strands were spattered with drying blood. The robes he wore were worn and ragged, but everything else about him still managed to give the unmistakable impression of an overbearing, majestic ruler.

As the man dislodged the arrow from Zhou Shang's corpse and tossed it aside, Li Meirong found herself locking eyes with the mysterious stranger.

She couldn't believe it. Were there really people as beautiful as this in this world?

Momentarily forgetting her position in her haze, Li Meirong lost herself in the newcomer's captivating phoenix eyes, the slight upward lift at their outer corner made him look both mischievous and seductive, like a trickster. And yet, more prominent than their shape was the stunning colour of those eyes, they were truly golden. A glaring, metallic gold, dazzling as if they were made from the precious metal itself.

The colour shouldn't have been humanly possible, yet there it was, staring back at her.

This was a terrible time to be thinking such a thing, but he was quite possibly the most beautiful man Li Meirong had ever seen. He didn't really look like a human, but more like a bewitching fairy.

He held her gaze from his standing position, towering over her. He was so tall that she assumed that even if she were to stand up, he would still seem like a giant in comparison to her.

At that moment, Li Meirong came to realize that not only was his voice cold, his gaze was colder still, frighteningly so. He seemed to be someone the likes of which one would never wish to cross. If she had to compare his demeanour to anyone's, it would most likely be to that of a serial killer before he offed you for good.

Even though her rational thought urged her to stay clear of this stranger, Li Meirong couldn't stop the smile that slowly stretched across her face. An unstoppable wave of euphoria washed over her, causing her to ignore all the warning signs of this feral creature that had just slaughtered someone on top of her.

She was saved!

She had been saved by this silver-haired fairy, um, man. Could it be that her transmigration would not be a tragedy but a blessing after all?

The silver-haired man stared incredulously at the bloodied young girl foolishly smiling up at him, and couldn't suppress a disgusted sneer.

"Girl, be quiet or speak softly. I won't hesitate to kill you as well if you screech again," he said. His chilling voice domineering, allowing no argument.

The declaration was like a bucket of cold ice on Li Meirong's happiness. She was thankful now for the blood that coated her face and hid her furious blushing. She gulped and whispered, "I'm sorry, could you give me a moment to put my clothes on, in privacy?"

She grabbed the thin blanket she had been laying upon and wrapped it around herself to hide her near complete n.a.k.e.dness.

The silver-haired man turned around with an impatient snort to stare at the wall, with his back turned to her.

"Relax. I won't be touching you. You have my word." He sounded very sure of himself, his tone laced with loathing. He made it seem as though it would be beneath him to even consider the notion.

Li Meirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Not five minutes ago she was nearly forced into having s.e.x.u.a.l intercourse, and now someone was basically insinuating that he wouldn't touch her even if she was the last girl on the planet.

Quickly grabbing up and wrapping her torn up garments around herself in a feeble attempt to look presentable, she then used one of her sleeves to wipe the blood from her face.

One way or another, the silver-haired man did save her, even if that fact meant he was ruthless murderer. No matter what else he said, for that she would at least thank him. She dared to still hope that he might be the miracle she so desperately needed?

"Thank you so much for saving me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't done what you had. May I please know your name?" Li Meirong asked timidly.

The silver-haired man glanced back at her. Seeing that she was dressed, he turned back and replied mockingly, "And here I thought you were just doing your job. My name is not to be uttered by the likes of you."

'Endure,' Li Meirong silently told herself, swallowing her indignation. 'Endure.'

He may be rude, but so was everyone else she had met. She didn't need to know his name, she was just trying to be civil and express her gratitude.

Her throat still burned and Li Meirong felt like she was on fire, but still, she continued on.

"Ahem," she began, trying to clear her throat of the uncomfortable burning. "I should thank you anyway… If you are leaving, can you please take me with you? I beg of you, just help me get out of here, I would owe you a favour for life!" Li Meirong knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to him three times to show her sincerity.

The silver-haired man looked down upon the pitiful girl with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He flexed his fingers, the long nails caked in Zhou Shang's blood, as if considering the idea. "What could you possibly offer me?"

Li Meirong opened her mouth to respond, but the man held up his hand to prevent her from doing so. He let out a tired sigh. "Don't bother. I will take you out of here, from the kindness of my heart. But, we will have to spend the night in this room, with the stench of this corpse, without you making a sound. I have annoying pests hunting me down right now, and I need a place to hide for the night."

Li Meirong nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely! I'll follow your instructions, just get me out of here."

She worried that she sounded too enthusiastic and tried to keep a calm exterior, as well as remain focused on the conversation. Meanwhile, her vision became more and more blurred.

Even the domineering 'man of mystery' tugged at his collar and loosened it slightly. He exhaled deeply. "Why is it so hot in this tiny place?"

Li Meirong shook her head, just as confused. She was wondering the very same thing. At first, she had thought she was getting sick, but now it seemed that she wasn't the only one. With her foggy eyes, she glanced vaguely at the long, burnt-out candle in the corner.

The smoke from the extinguished flame still lingered on...