Blood-Stained Love Chapter 34

Lin Lin giggled again, and secretly Bok Liong grew unhappy, feeling that his Suhu, the person he considered the greatest in the world, was being made fun of, even though he knew his Suhu was an extraordinarily strange person who sometimes made incredible jokes.

"Hemmm, have you heard stories about Suhu? And that bald-headed grandfather who told you that, did he fall from a tree branch and die?"

Suddenly Lin Lin's laughter stopped.

"Him? Die falling from a branch? Ah, Twako, you truly don't know him. He is the one who passed the SERBA KOSONG technique down to me; he is a powerful person, like a deity. How could he die falling from a branch?"

Bok Liong truly did not understand. This girl is extraordinary, he thought. If that bald-headed grandfather taught her a technique, it means the grandfather is the young lady's teacher. But why does this young lady call him 'bald-headed grandfather,' a term that seems to mock and look down upon him?

"Ah, if so, he is a powerful sage? Who is he, or do you not know his name either?"

"Of course, I know. He is called Kim-lun Seng-jin.. eh, what's wrong, Liong-twako?"

Lin Lin was surprised to see the youth jump as if bitten by a snake, his eyes wide and round.

"Kim-lun Seng-jin? Is he your teacher?"

Bok Liong asked. Lin Lin shook her head again.

"No, not my teacher. He is my good friend."

Bok Liong grew even more astonished. How could this extremely famous sage in the world, whose level was comparable to his own master's, be this girl's good friend?

"But you said earlier that you received a technique from him. Doesn't that mean he is your teacher?"

"No, just a casual acquaintance. But his SERBA KOSONG technique is quite decent."

Lin Lin acted as if this matter was "nothing special."

She deliberately adopted this attitude.

Because she saw how astonished Bok Liong was and how highly he seemed to regard Kim-lun Seng-jin.

"Serba Kosong, what a strange name for a technique. But, Lin-moi, I believe that any technique passed down by Kim-lun Seng-jin must be incredibly powerful. Ah, forgive me if I acted disrespectfully earlier. Who would have thought that you were the discip... eh, good friend of Kim-lun Seng-jin Locianpwe (Venerable Senior)? No wonder he could tell stories about my Suhu."

Lin Lin was extremely pleased, her pride immense, causing her to puff out her already prominent chest. Because of her delight, she wanted to offer Bok Liong some cheer with sweet words.

"But the grandfather said that even though Gan-lopek is funny and a big clown, his skill is formidable. So now, seeing your skill, I believe in his power."

Now Bok Liong remembered, his eyes fixed on the sword hanging at Lin Lin's waist.

Earlier, when he heard Cheng Hie Hwesio mention the Yellow Iron Sword, he was greatly shocked. He had also heard about the disappearance of that treasured sword from the palace armory, and he was still wondering how the sword could have fallen into Lin Lin's hands. No matter how skilled Lin Lin was, it would not have been easy to enter the palace and steal a treasured sword. However, the secret was now revealed: if the girl went with a sage like Kim-lun Seng-jin, entering the palace and stealing a treasured sword was no longer strange. Nevertheless, he was beginning to understand Lin Lin's character, and thus he did not want to ask about the sword, fearing that Lin Lin might become suspicious and angry with him. Instead, he asked:

"Lin-moi, now that we are friends and acquaintances, may I know what you seek that brings you alone to this place? Where are you headed?"

This was indeed the question Lin Lin had been waiting for. The girl had decided to ask Bok Liong for help. Although the bald grandfather Kim-lun Seng-jin had passed down techniques and taken her to the capital city, even into the palace to steal the sword, he had not succeeded in helping her find her great enemy, nor her adopted grandfather. After hearing Kim-lun Seng-jin's suspicion regarding her Khitan origins, her desire to meet Bu Song grew stronger, as he was the only person she could hope would tell her about her origins, because when she was adopted by General Kam, Bu Song must have been older and able to remember all the events of that time.

"Liong-twako, before I answer your questions, you must first answer mine. Will you be willing to help me?"

"Of course. With all my heart, I will help you. What can I do for you, Moi-moi?"

"Without conditions?"

"Eh... without conditions how? Of course, I must first hear what your business is and what I need to do."

The sweet lips pouted, but to Bok Liong, they looked even sweeter.

"In that case, you don't need to help me. Your words indicate that you are not wholeheartedly intending to help me. If you wholeheartedly wanted to help, you wouldn't ask questions; whatever the business, you would be willing to assist."

Bok Liong's face turned red upon hearing this reproach, and secretly he had to admit that the girl's words, though sounding self-serving, held some truth.

"Very well, I will help you. However, Moi-moi, you must know that even for you, I cannot do things that go against righteousness. In short, I will not help a side that commits evil..."

Bok Liong was forced to stop speaking because Lin Lin instantly became furious. The girl stood straight, tossed her head, hands on her hips, her gaze fierce.

"Enough, we won't be friends. I refuse to be friends with someone who doesn't trust me, even though I trust you completely."

Her body spun around and flashed away.

Bok Liong was greatly startled. He quickly mobilized his gin-kang to chase after her.

"Wait a moment, Young Lady... eh, Moi-moi. Wait... Let's talk..."

But Lin Lin paid him no mind, continuing to run fast. Because she was using the gin-kang of Khong-in-ban-kin, her speed was naturally very fast, surpassing a mare fleeing a stallion. Bok Liong even started sweating, having to exert all his energy to chase.

"Lin-moi... wait a moment... I trust you..."

Lin Lin heard the sound of horse hooves. It turned out that Bok Liong, seeing how agile and fast Lin Lin's movements were, returned to the previous spot, leaped onto his horse's back, and spurred his mount, giving chase.

But the speed technique Lin Lin used was truly extraordinary. If the girl had fully mastered Khong-in-ban-kin, the youth, even on horseback, would not have been able to catch up. Even now, it was very difficult for Bok Liong to close the distance. After chasing for nearly two hours, arriving outside the city of Pao-teng, south of the capital, Bok Liong finally caught up. This was only because the girl was running out of breath; she was forced to stop, panting heavily. Her cheeks were red like tomatoes because her blood was circulating rapidly after running for so long. Bok Liong quickly jumped down from his horse and faced Lin Lin, who stood pouting. Bok Liong again raised both hands in a salute, his voice truly full of persuasion and flattery.

"My good little sister, my kind-hearted Moi-moi, forgive this foolish me. I truly don't understand why you are angry with me. If you would explain, I would kill myself if I have sinned against you."

In her heart, Lin Lin laughed amusedly and thought the youth was clowning around. However, because she was still annoyed, she answered sharply:

"You already don't trust me, so why still show a friendly attitude?"

"Who says I don't trust you, Lin-moi? I trust you a thousand percent. I trust you desperately and completely!"

Bok Liong deliberately acted humorous, and sure enough, the girl, who was fundamentally cheerful and humorous, lost her anger quickly.

"You say you trust me only with your mouth, but in your heart, you suspect I will do evil things and drag you into actions contrary to righteousness. Excellent, isn't it? One thing in the mouth, another in the heart: brave enough to swear, not brave enough to die."

Now it was Bok Liong's turn to laugh inwardly. Where did this girl pick up such sarcastic remarks, which sounded like theatrical terms used to judge a man's character?