The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

171 Demonic

“Steward Huang didn’t agree to let them in. They said that they’ll stand at the entrance of the courtyard and bow to you.”

As the old woman spoke, she pointed out of the corridor.

Separated by the messy courtyard and the snow, they could see Steward Huang, who was 70 to 80 feet away, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. He and a young man were talking as they walked to the entrance of the courtyard through the snow.

The slender young man had his back to Gu Yanfei and was holding a tung oil umbrella to block the snow. At this moment, the sky was dark and the snow was too heavy. She could only vaguely see that he was wearing a red robe with a long body and a graceful figure.

The moment the young man walked to the entrance of the courtyard, the surrounding crows seemed to have become mute and fell silent.

There was a dead silence in the courtyard and outside, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Gu Yanfei stared at the young man holding the umbrella in a daze.

What attracted her attention was the scarlet luck that lingered around the young man. In this dark night with no stars or moon, in the vast snow, the “scarlet” was still so bright and demonic.

It was as if a large ball of demonic fire was burning fiercely. It was so enchanting and ostentatious, as if it wanted to devour the endless darkness around it.

It was as if he was the only one left in the world.

Steward Huang said something to the young man, who turned around and looked in Gu Yanfei’s direction.

As he turned around, the crows that had been parked around suddenly took off and fled in all directions. The treetops on the wall instantly became empty.

Rustle…

A few black crow feathers fluttered down. One landed on the umbrella.

The young man under the umbrella was slightly pale. His facial features were beautiful, as flawless as jade.

Those charming phoenix eyes slanted, and his dark pupils shone in the shadow of the tung oil umbrella.

The vast snowstorm could not suppress his beauty.

His beauty was so bright and dazzling.

It was indeed him! Gu Yanfei’s eyes darted around, but she remained calm.

The flower girl from Tianyin Pavilion that day.

Among the people she had seen, this person was the only one surrounded by this strange scarlet luck.

In the Tianyin Pavilion, the young man was wearing gorgeous female clothes as a flower girl. The jewelry and exquisite makeup made him look like a graceful red peony, enchanting and dazzling.

And now, he was wearing men’s clothes. His red clothes were like fire—strong but not burning. He was less enchanting and more elegant. His temperament was slightly feminine, but he still had the charm to captivate all living beings.

The beautiful young man smiled and cupped his fists with the hand holding the umbrella. His red sleeve fell, making his wrist look as fair as porcelain.

He cupped his hands and looked at Gu Yanfei, who was under the corridor, and said politely, “My surname is Xia. Thank you for taking us in, Miss.”

His voice was also too different from that day on the stage. It was clear and unique.

“It was nothing. Young Master Xia, you’re welcome,” Gu Yanfei said as she walked along the corridor towards the entrance of the courtyard with a faint smile on her lips.

The corridor above cast a faint shadow on Gu Yanfei’s beautiful face, making it blurry.

She had no intention of sitting back and waiting for someone else to take her life.

Since both sides were bound to fight, she might as well strike first and catch the other party off guard.

Gu Yanfei walked at a leisurely pace. Her large cloak completely covered the short sword at her waist, not revealing it at all.

“Miss.” Steward Huang bowed to Gu Yanfei uneasily. The bamboo hat slid down as he lowered his head, and he hurriedly straightened it again.

They were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, Gu Yanfei felt alarm bells ringing in her heart, and the hair on her neck stood on end.

Her instincts told her that there was already an ambush ahead and more than one person.

The darkness and snow had become the best cover for the ambushers. Pairs of murderous eyes were hiding in the darkness and looking at her.

Even from afar, Gu Yanfei could smell the blood on these people.

These people were really killing machines that had been stained with blood from killing people.

The further she went, the more obvious this killing intent became.

Steward Huang did not notice anything, but Gu Yanfei had experienced countless life and death tempering in the Bright Spirit Realm and could sense the killing intent hidden in the snow.

Even though she had never met or fought him, she could deeply feel—

Once the other party attacked, she would definitely not be able to dodge.

When this realization clearly appeared in her mind, Gu Yanfei stopped as if nothing had happened. She stopped less than ten feet away from the two people in front of her. Steward Huang and the young man who called himself Xia stood outside the courtyard, while she stood inside the courtyard.

Snow fell like a half-transparent curtain between them.

As she closed the distance, the young man’s face became clearly visible. His skin was fine and flawless.

His thick black hair was tied up with a red jade hairpin, and his red clothes flowed with a golden luster under the swaying light. One could vaguely see exquisite patterns embroidered on the clothes with threads of the same color. On his waist was a small bloodstone seal and a dark red pouch. Overall, he was dressed very extravagantly.

Gu Yanfei looked at him leisurely and smiled. She said appropriately, “Young Master Xia, don’t be restrained. Rest well tonight.”

Then she instructed Steward Huang, “Steward Huang, bring Young Master Xia to the guest courtyard to settle down.”

Steward Huang responded repeatedly.

Young Master Xia seemed to have only come to thank her. He cupped his hands and bade farewell. “Then I won’t disturb you anymore.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around unhurriedly and glanced at her again. His eyes were filled with a terrifying beauty.

The moment he stepped out of the courtyard, the thick, high-pitched crowing sounded again from the top of the wall. A few crows flew back and circled the roof above the wall, annoying and disturbing.

The wind and snow howled incessantly. It sounded like a cry and a whine, rustling the branches.

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