sovbooks Chapter 77 Getting Beaten Up
Chapter 77 Getting Beaten Up
Batu looked much worse.
His robes were burned with several holes, and the cuffs were charred black and still emitting wisps of smoke.
His face was covered in a mixture of black ash and sweat, and his left eye socket was bruised and swollen shut, leaving only a slit.
The corner of my mouth was cut; the blood had dried and formed a dark red scab.
His right shoulder was slumped, and his entire arm hung down at his side, as if it were broken.
He walked with a limp, his left foot barely touching the ground, his toes barely touching the ground, and his brow furrowed with every step.
He was badly wounded, but he was in great spirits, like a hero who had just come from the battlefield.
Yin'e and Wulan quickly went to meet them.
"How badly are you hurt?" Yin'e walked up to Yin De, looked him up and down, and asked with concern.
"Don't worry, Tenth Master, I'm fine." Yin De shook his head. "It's just a superficial injury; a little medicine will do the trick."
My great-uncle was more seriously injured, but it's nothing serious. No bones were broken, just skin and flesh wounds; he'll be fine in a few days.
Ulan rushed up to Batu and looked him up and down.
Her gaze moved from his face to his shoulder, and from his shoulder to his hands.
It moved from his hands to his legs, and from his legs back to his face.
Her lips trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally, she couldn't hold them back, and they fell drop by drop.
Batu looked at Ulan, at his younger sister who had chased after him and scolded him since childhood, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
His nose tingled and his eyes reddened, but he held back; he didn't want to cry in front of his sister.
For the first time, he felt the glory of being an elder brother.
It wasn't because he won a battle, or because he made a lot of money, but because he finally did the right thing.
He risked his life to gamble on a fire;
He used this fire to burn away his debts, his past, and to create a completely new version of himself.
He opened his arms, waiting for Ulan to rush into his embrace.
Yin'e was also pleased to see the brother and sister reconcile.
Ulan rushed towards him.
Batu's lips curled up slightly, ready to receive this long-awaited hug.
"Thump!"
Ulan's fist slammed solidly into Batu's chest.
That punch was fast and ruthless, quick and accurate, making Batu's body lean backward and almost lose his balance.
His smile froze on his face before he could even take it off.
"Ulan, you!"
"Thump!" Another punch.
This time it hit his right shoulder, right on the side where he was injured.
Batu winced in pain and shrank back, but Ulan didn't let him go.
Her third punch came right away, hitting him in the stomach and making him bend over.
Then came a kick.
Wearing a qipao and flowerpot-shaped shoes, Ulan kicked high and accurately, aiming straight for Batu's shinbone.
Batu couldn't dodge in time and was kicked squarely, jumping up and down in pain, crying out "Ouch, ouch!"
Ulan's mouth was never idle.
As she hit, she mumbled a string of Mongolian words.
He speaks so fast it's like a machine gun, with a ruthless edge that seems intent on chewing you up and swallowing you whole.
Yin'e stood to the side, unable to understand a single word, but he could guess the gist of it from Wulan's expression and tone.
Do you know how worried I was?
"You almost died, you know that?"
"If you die, how will I explain it to my father?"...and so on.
Batu was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands, circling around the old locust tree in the yard.
Ulan chased after them, and once he caught up, he would attack them, and then he would chase them again.
Su Mo'er stood to the side with a lantern, wanting to go up and pull him but not daring to, stamping her feet in frustration.
Fuquan stood at the door, mouth agape, eyes wide open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
Yin'e's lips twitched as he watched this scene.
He wanted to laugh, but felt he shouldn't.
I want to persuade them, but I feel like I can't.
He glanced at Yin De, who also shook his head helplessly.
"Yin De," Yin'e finally spoke, "pull them apart. This is not the place to talk."
Yin De nodded, strode forward, and blocked Wu Lan's path.
Ulan saw that it was Yin De and understood that this was Yin'e's intention.
He was still cursing, but his voice had become much quieter.
Yin'e stepped forward and said to Su Mo'er, "Help the Fujin back to her room. Pour her a cup of hot tea to calm her down."
Su Mo'er responded, stepped forward, took Wu Lan's arm, and whispered a few words of advice.
Ulan glared at Batu again, then turned around and followed Su Mo'er toward the backyard.
After walking a few steps, he stopped, looked back at Batu, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and turned away.
Batu leaned against the old locust tree, panting heavily.
He had several new wounds, but his expression showed no displeasure.
Yin'e walked up to him, looked him up and down, and his eyes held a hint of helplessness.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
Batu nodded and straightened up, leaning against the tree trunk.
"Come with me to the study." Yin'e turned around and strode towards the study.
"It's late, but some things, if we don't make them clear today, it will be too late tomorrow."