Chapter 2 Don't move, you are my medicine
"Buzz—"
Pei Yunjing felt like his head was about to explode.
In his world, there was no gentle girl petting a tiger, nor any peaceful and idyllic scene.
At this moment, his five senses were in a state of overload, on the verge of collapse.
The sound of the wind blowing through the windowpane would be amplified into a shrill whistle in his ears.
The distant heartbeats of the guards were deafening, like the beating of war drums.
As far as the eye could see, everything was distorted into glaringly red blobs, as if the whole world was on fire.
It's noisy.
It's too dirty.
All I want to do is... destroy it all.
The last vestige of clarity in Pei Yunjing's eyes was swallowed by the crimson light.
He couldn't even make out what the person in the iron cage looked like; he could only vaguely see a blurry red shadow—the color of life, and also the source of the noise.
Kill her.
Kill her, and the world will be at peace.
He stepped over the threshold, the long knife in his hand dragging on the ground, making a harsh scraping sound—"sizzle."
The sound was grating to Tang Li's ears, but to Pei Yunjing it was the trigger that caused him excruciating pain in his head.
He frowned in frustration, flicked his wrist, and with a sharp whistling sound, slashed his long sword at the red figure inside the iron cage without any fancy moves!
He really intended to kill someone.
"Big White!"
Tang Li's hair stood on end in that instant.
The murderous intent was like a cold hand, gripping her throat tightly.
However, the king of beasts, who was just rolling over on his belly and acting cute a second ago, suddenly let out a disloyal "roar" and scurried back into the innermost corner of the iron cage.
Two huge hairy paws covered its face, leaving a small gap for it to peek through.
【It's all over! The Demon King has gone mad!】
[This time it's hopeless! This delicate two-legged creature is definitely going to be chopped into mincemeat! I can't watch this, it's too gory!]
Tang Li: "..."
What an unreliable beast!
The whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air was already close to his face; there was no time to escape.
The iron cage was narrow, with a dead end behind it and the King of Hell in front of it.
In that critical moment, Tang Li's mind went blank, but her body reacted even faster than her brain.
Since we can't avoid it, let's take a gamble!
Instead of retreating, she lunged forward, like a cannonball, and crashed directly into Pei Yunjing!
"when--!"
The blade struck the bars of the iron cage, sparks flying.
Tang Li's slender hands were already tightly embracing Pei Yunjing's arm that was holding the knife.
"Your Highness, spare me!" she cried out with her eyes closed, her voice trembling.
...
quiet.
A deathly silence.
The expected excruciating pain did not come.
Tang Li shakily opened one eye, only to find Pei Yunjing frozen in place, like a statue that had suddenly lost power.
From Pei Yunjing's perspective, however, a momentous change had occurred.
The instant the girl touched his arm—
The shrill screams, roars, and noises that had filled my ears, enough to drive me mad, disappeared completely, as if someone had suddenly pressed the "mute button."
The twisted and ferocious sea of blood-red fire that had been before them quickly dissipated like the receding tide, revealing the world's original clear and cold appearance.
The wind stopped, and so did the noisy heartbeat.
The nerve inside my skull, which had been taut for years and could snap at any moment, experienced unprecedented relief at that moment.
The feeling was like someone who had endured a hundred years of torment in a fiery inferno suddenly falling into a cool, deep ocean.
The long-lost tranquility...
Pei Yunjing was somewhat stunned.
The tip of the long knife stopped just an inch from Tangli's carotid artery.
With just the slightest flick of his wrist, the head would roll off.
But he didn't move.
His gaze slowly moved downwards, and for the first time, he could finally see the person in front of him clearly.
The young girl wore an elaborate bright red wedding dress, her figure so thin that she looked as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
Her face was deathly pale, and her almond-shaped eyes, like those of a frightened fawn, were brimming with tears. Her eyelashes were trembling violently from extreme fear.
Her hands were small and cold, and she was clinging tightly to his forearm as if he were her only lifeline.
Looking further down, you see her slender, delicate neck.
Beneath that delicate, porcelain-like skin, pale blue veins were pulsating slightly.
In the past, Pei Yunjing would have found such fragile life forms an eyesore and would have crushed them without a second thought.
But at this moment...
He felt that she was the source of "stillness".
As long as he gets close to her, the pain that torments him disappears.
Seeing that he didn't move or speak, Tang Li felt even more uneasy.
She tentatively tried to loosen her grip and pull back slightly—
"Buzz..."
The moment she let go, the annoying tinnitus seemed to return.
Pei Yunjing's pupils suddenly contracted.
Almost instinctively, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The next second, those long, cold hands, stained with blood year after year, suddenly gripped the back of Tang Li's neck!
"Ah—" Tang Li exclaimed in surprise.
Pei Yunjing gave her no chance to escape, forcefully pulling her into his arms with his large hand.
The force was so great that it caused Tangli's waist to ache.
He was like a drowning person about to suffocate, clinging to a piece of driftwood on the verge of death, with an almost morbid greed and obsession.
The two were pressed tightly together.
The faint herbal scent unique to Tang Li, mixed with a refreshing aroma, instantly enveloped Pei Yunjing.
The world is completely peaceful now.
My headache is gone, my vision is clear, and even my breathing is smooth.
Pei Yunjing closed his eyes comfortably, his tense jawline finally relaxing. He buried his face deep in Tang Li's neck and took a deep breath.
Is this... what it feels like to be alive?
Tang Li was being strangled to the point of near suffocation, her entire body pressed against his hard, cold chest, too afraid to move.
What is this madman trying to do?
Instead of killing her, strangle her?
Big White, hiding in the corner, secretly moved its paws aside a crack. Seeing this, its tiger eyes widened like saucers:
Wow... the Demon King doesn't eat meat anymore, he's eating people now? Tsk tsk tsk, that pose, so embarrassing!
Tang Li felt like crying when she heard this untimely吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or offensive remarks).
She was just about to struggle to lift her head to get some air—
The hand gripping the back of her neck tightened suddenly, its cold fingertips caressing the soft flesh behind her neck with a hint of nonchalant threat.
Pei Yunjing slowly opened his eyes. Although the bloodshot color had faded from his phoenix eyes, they remained cold and devoid of any warmth.
He looked down at the pale little face in his arms, his voice hoarse, carrying a lingering madness and an undeniable command:
"Don't move."
He held her tighter, as if to confirm the presence of the object in his arms.
"Move again... and I'll kill you."
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