Chapter 140 Caught in the act? Don't panic.
The enormous doorway suddenly opened wide.
A dark-clad figure stood against the glazed light outside the door at the broken entrance.
Wen Jin's gaze was like two solid icicles, passing over the mess on the ground and over the stunned Feng Ran, and settling precisely on Hua Li's face.
The Demon Lord's pale golden eyes churned with fury beneath the ice, and the small scarlet mole below his right eye carried an almost malevolent danger.
The smile on Feng Ran's face froze the moment he appeared. He clutched the communication stone he had just pulled out tightly in his hand, not daring to move it even a little.
"Hiccup!" Huali couldn't help but hiccup, her head tilting drunkenly, her mind seemingly filled with sticky honey, unable to function at all.
He felt that the furious face before him was more handsome than the three musicians combined. Especially the red spot under his right eye, like a ripe red fruit fallen in the snow.
"Oh right, where's her spirit fruit?" Hua Li immediately turned to look for the fruit plate.
The Demon Lord's hand, gripping the doorframe, bulged and turned white from the force. With a series of teeth-grinding creaks, the only sturdy piece of wood, the doorframe, cracked inch by inch like rotten wood.
In the suffocating silence, Wen Jin's deep voice rang out, unhurried and calm, like a biting wind blowing from the far north, each word imbued with an unyielding, age-old ice: "Continue..."
He tilted his head, his gaze finally landing on the communication stone in Feng Ran's hand, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Why didn't you add me?"
Huali blinked, finally realizing, "Wen Jin?"
Why is Wen Jin in Tianlan City? And why is he at Chunxiaowu in Tianlan City? Isn't that a male model shop? Why is he here?
Karin: "...Hiccup!"
Before the girl could continue to let her thoughts wander, she heard a short, painful groan from beside her.
Feng Ran's body felt as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing down on him. As his knees slammed heavily onto the floor, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Jin grasped the communication stone in his hand from a distance and slowly placed it in front of Hua Li. "Having fun? Shall I add you?"
Each word was like an ice bead rolling onto a jade plate, crisp and clear, yet chilling to the bone.
"Huh?" Karin blinked in confusion, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she shook her head, her voice heavy with drunkenness. "No...didn't we agree..."
The girl's voice was soft and slurred, completely unaware of the murderous intent that was almost tangible, "I only added you... as my first friend..."
"Others... don't count..."
The raging aura emanating from the Demon Lord, which was almost crushing the entire Spring Flute Valley, suddenly stopped.
Seeing him slowly approach, Huali didn't back down like the others, but instead waved to him with a smile, emboldened by the alcohol, "Is your resurrection period completely over?"
Wen Jin: "......"
A look of almost laughing in exasperation crossed the Demon Lord's face as he slowly squatted down in front of the girl. "Do you care?"
"Of course!" Huali nodded without hesitation.
You all need to be in great health to help her light up the little star.
You can't just let the donkey run without letting it eat grass.
She is definitely not a philanderer!
Thinking this, Huali subconsciously reached out to touch Wen Jin's hand. This brief action instantly drew gasps from everyone.
Tuowu has already started turning over the elixir; Cuihua should eat it quickly so her arm doesn't break.
Tang Wanwan, equally dazed with drunkenness, widened her eyes, pointed at Wen Jin, and blurted out, "Xiao Wu!"
Having a vixen mistress and a sharp-tongued fourth mistress wasn't enough, but where did this damned thing come from to develop a fifth mistress? Tang Wanwan was heartbroken; she guarded against it day and night, but still couldn't prevent it.
Ao Bai sensed something was wrong the moment Wen Jin appeared; this man's feelings for his host were probably the most obsessive among this group of chosen ones.
If he were to encounter the Buddha's Son Demon King, it would undoubtedly be an epic battle.
Wen Jin's brow twitched slightly as he repeated, "Little Five?"
Tang Wanwan blurted out, "Yeah, it's you... Waaah, Ao Bai, why are you... Pui pui pui, you're shedding too much fur!"
Ao Bai used all four claws to smear Tang Wanwan's face, and kept whipping her with his tail, meowing, "Stop talking, you deadbeat, stop talking!"
Just as Wen Jin was about to investigate, the gentle wood-type power instantly enveloped him.
The shimmering, glistening vines, like newly sprouted buds, defied the chilling pressure and expertly wrapped around the scarlet bloodstains on the Demon Lord's hand.
Wen Jin's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he was about to pull his wrist back, the vine phantom curled up slightly due to the pull, revealing a long, narrow cut that was deep enough to expose bone beneath his black sleeve.
The skin and flesh at the edges of the wound were rolled back, the dark scabs had not yet fully congealed, and dark red bloodstains stained the entire lining. Fresh scarlet blood even slowly seeped out from the deepest tear.
Huali paused for a moment, not thinking too much about the origin of these wounds, and simply frowned and asked, "Why are there so many wounds?"
She kept him so healthy and fair-skinned that he had no external injuries except for the period of his soul returning to his body before he passed away.
The drunkenness made the worry seem exaggerated and straightforward. The vines wrapped around his wrists instantly became disordered, and the green light rushed frantically towards his cuffs.
Wen Jin awkwardly tried to pull his hand back, but Hua Li held it tightly. "Does it hurt? Then I'll be gentler." She leaned forward slightly and blew a breath onto the wound.
"Is this any better?"
The girl's gaze was soft and warm, as light as a feather as it fell, yet it carried immense force.
For the first time, a crack appeared in the deliberately maintained, icy calm on Wen Jin's face. The raging anger within had not dissipated, but was abruptly cut off by another dangerous thought.
The possessiveness that had been forcibly suppressed from the beginning found a breakthrough at this moment.
In the instant the precarious ice shattered, the Pear Blossom Man landed steadily in the embrace of the snow-covered plain, where the air was crisp and fragrant.
Wen Jin wrapped his arms tightly around the girl, picked her up horizontally, and turned to leave.
Hua Li was stunned for a moment and immediately struggled. Just when Wen Jin thought she would refuse or question him, the girl raised her fluffy head and bumped it on his shoulder, looking behind her. "We can't leave Wanwan here. It's not safe for a girl to drink too much."
Wen Jin glanced at Xi Wu indifferently.
Xiwu immediately stepped forward, "Xiwu swears an oath to escort Fairy Wanwan back safely."
Hua Li then noticed the two of them and happily waved to them from Wen Jin's arms, "Movie Emperor, Tuo Wu!!!"
Tuowu subconsciously grinned, but before he could speak, the Demon Lord slapped him back with a look.
His mountain-like body shrank back in grievance, and he waved his hand at Huali with a slight gesture, unwilling to give up.
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The two of them walked down the steps.
Hua Li leaned drunkenly against Wen Jin's chest, the slight swaying sensation mixed with his heartbeat strangely transforming into a cradle-like rhythm.
She groggily raised her eyes and realized that they had already left Chunxiaowu without her noticing.
The night sky, cut out by the overhead pavilions, is serene and profound, appearing very, very high—the suspended lanterns are dazzlingly bright.
A cool night breeze swept by, carrying the scent of everyday life. Hua Li suddenly remembered that Wen Jin had grown up in Sunset City and probably didn't come to places like this often. She had a sudden idea, "Wen Jin, let me take you to the night market."
After waiting a while and finding that the Demon Lord hadn't stopped, Huali had no choice but to start struggling. Despite her immense strength, she didn't land on the ground, but her shoe was flung off. It landed with a "thud" on a stone slab a few steps away.
Karin: "Ah!"
Wen Jin suddenly stopped. A powerful pressure instantly spread out.
Just when the passersby thought he would fly into a rage, he suddenly bent down and calmly put the girl in his arms down.
As Huali rubbed her forehead and tried to steady herself on one leg, her dark robes fell down, like blooming ink lotuses spread on the bluestone slabs.
The Demon Lord knelt on one knee, extended his hand with distinct knuckles, and even the grotesque cuts of the Nine Luminaries Star were hidden under his sleeve, and grasped Huali's bare ankle with utmost naturalness.
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