Chapter 29 Is He a Dog That Can’t Be Driven Away?
Ah Huai suddenly emerged from the dark place, and the first thing he saw was Zhuang Rong'er, whose lips were stained red with blood.
She stood two steps away, staring at him without blinking, but her eyes seemed even colder than before?
The divine weapon on the sword-making platform made a clanging and humming sound, as if inviting him to pull it out.
Ah Huai was unable to take care of her. He could clearly feel that Zhuang Rong'er's body and emotions were on the verge of collapse.
There was an indescribable danger about her.
He stepped forward and tried to support Zhuang Rong'er, who was almost unable to stand, but she raised her hand and swung out her energy, pushing him away.
Then, she walked towards the sword-making platform with an expressionless face.
It was as if she was walking through a layer of flames. After she took a step, sparks began to appear on her hair.
The sea water could not extinguish the fire, but instead acted like hot oil that fueled the flames. With every step she took, the fire grew bigger. In just a few steps, she was afraid that she would be burned all over.
Ah Huai subconsciously went forward to stop them. He realized that there was a special mechanism here. He could be safe and sound, but others could not.
Zhuang Rong'er wasn't one for confrontation, so where did this self-destructive impulse come from?
"Stop, don't go any further!"
He stood in front of Zhuang Rong'er with a sullen face, not noticing that his words fell outside her ears.
Zhuang Rong'er still wanted to push him away. She was heading for the magic weapon on the sword-making platform.
Ah Huai grabbed her hand, and the flame was completely extinguished the moment it touched him.
"I'll get it for you, okay?"
Zhuang Rong'er just glanced at him, and for some reason, he felt that the emotion conveyed in those eyes was hatred.
Zhuang Rong'er hated him.
Because even Jing Huai's master recognized him as Jing Huai.
Because the magic weapon's barrier opened to him because it thought he was Jing Huai.
Every time she showed emotion in the past, it was because he looked like Jing Huai.
And this time, it was because he was not Jing Huai.
She regarded him as a thief who stole everything from Jing Huai.
A slow, dull pain suddenly surged in his heart, slowly overwhelming the loss he felt when he parted with the old man, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
But now is not the time to let his emotions run wild.
Ah Huai also stopped looking at Zhuang Rong'er and stopped talking. He put his arm around her waist and pressed her into his arms. The strange fireworks calmed down because of his touch, but she was still struggling against him.
Like a bird trapped in a cage, she did not appreciate this protection that was based on restricted movement. The poisonous insect crawled out of the bamboo tube in her sleeve, climbed up his arm, but was melted into ashes within seconds.
She wanted to attack him, but was forced to show mercy.
They were so close that they could feel each other's violently rising and falling chests and heavy breathing, yet they seemed so far away, so far that there was a person in between who could never be crossed, and a long and irreparable period of time.
The water-repellent bead in Zhuang Rong'er's mouth almost melted into a tear of blood, flowing down the corner of her lips.
She won't die here, she will just be hurt and in pain.
He didn't want her to continue suffering like this.
He wanted to take out the sword and give it to her.
He is not Jing Huai and cannot monopolize everything about him, including her... kindness or love for him.
He wanted to tell her that he was not that despicable, never.
The air suddenly stagnated, and everything around seemed to be fixed by some powerful force. For a second, even the sea water seemed to have stopped flowing.
Ah Huai's face was a little pale, but an unprecedented feeling was surging in his body. It had nothing to do with emotions. It was a feeling of fullness as if the dry meridians were beginning to awaken and the dried-up rivers were rushing again.
His fingers trembled slightly, and he instinctively clenched them towards the void.
All his strength was concentrated in the palm of his hand. A slight vibration could even be heard in the air, as if the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was responding to his call.
The sword blade, which had not vibrated for a long time, suddenly burst out with a sharp sword light.
With a loud bang, the magic weapon on the sword-making platform suddenly broke away from the platform while shaking, like a meteor breaking through the air, and flew into his palm in an instant.
He clasped his knuckles and caught the hilt of the sword steadily. The coldness of the sword penetrated his skin and went straight into his bone marrow, but it did not bring any pain. Instead, he felt a long-lost sense of comfort.
——Take the sword from the air.
This can only be achieved by harnessing spiritual power.
However, in just a few milliseconds, the violent spiritual power came to an abrupt halt in an instant, like a torrent that was cut off.
The energy that was originally surging like a tide seemed to be drained away by some invisible force, quickly dissipating and disappearing without a trace.
And this... is normal.
He was clearly an ordinary person without any spiritual veins and unable to circulate spiritual power.
Ah Huai was stunned for a moment, but the nameless magic weapon was already in his hand. At the same time, the mysterious barrier in the air seemed to be lifted.
The flames stopped burning, the feeling of oppression no longer lingered, and the entire space began to shake violently, as if it would collapse soon.
Zhuang Rong'er's spiritual power had already been exhausted in her previous confrontation with the environment, and her water-repellent beads had long since turned into drops of blood.
At this moment, the pressure dissipated, her face turned as pale as paper, and she could hardly breathe.
But the arm around his waist did not leave.
The man she treated coldly just glanced at her briefly, then lowered his head and leaned closer... breathing through her lips and teeth.
There was nothing charming or ambiguous. His eyes were clear and calm. His fingertips reached into the bag at her waist and took out a water-repellent bead. Then his lips quickly left hers and he used his fingertips to put the water-repellent bead into her mouth.
Zhuang Rong'er was too distracted to appreciate the infraction of just a quick taste. Only after the water droplets entered her mouth did her pain subside slightly. She finally became aware of other things, such as the cold iron tool in her hand.
Because she barely had the strength to hold it, a pair of hands clasped hers to help her hold the sword.
Holding this sword... that should have belonged to Jing Huai.
Zhuang Rong'er shuddered as if she was scalded.
She suddenly picked up the sword and held it across her body.
The targeted Ah Huai quickly stepped back, but his shoulder was still hit by the sword tip.
The sharp metal pierced the clothes easily. In just a brief moment of contact, a wound was formed and blood oozed out.
Ah Huai pursed his lips and remained silent, not retreating any further.
The wound was soaked in sea water, and the pain must have been unbearable, but he didn't even frown, just looked at Zhuang Rong'er silently.
I saw Zhuang Rong'er's wrist drop and tilt downward due to weakness.
I saw that her entire arm holding the sword was shaking.
It was a bit difficult for her to pick up the sword, but she refused to let go.
Seeing that the sword was about to slide directly to the ground, Ah Huai raised his hand and grasped the blade, stopping it from losing control.
He seemed to have no expression on his face, but he seemed to have complex emotions that were hard to tell.
His shoulder had seen how sharp the blade was.
At this moment, blood was indeed flowing out from between his fingers, but he did not feel much pain, only weakness.
He tightened his grip on the sword again. The divine weapon could cut through iron like mud, and his finger bones could be cut off at any time, but he was not afraid and refused to let go.
The flesh in the palm of his hand was torn apart, bleeding, and bloodstains remained on the sword blade, and the cold light reflected on the faces of the two of them.
Zhuang Rong'er's eyes were stung a little by the dripping blood. It was more direct and vivid than the blood oozing from the fabric on her shoulder, and finally impacted some of her nerves.
From the beginning to the end, after leaving Qinghai Tower, her mind seemed to have never been clear again.
The sword is clearly in her hand... Does she want to kill Ah Huai?
No, that’s not the case…
A huge feeling of sourness and helplessness surged out, almost drowning her.
She stepped back, but then seemed to sense something, lowering her eyes to look at the hem of her skirt. There, a small red insect, almost indistinguishable from a blood bead, had died silently—a cinnabar borer, dissolving into the meridians, stirring up the inner demons...
As the master of Cuihuan Valley, no matter how poisonous the poisonous insect is, it should not have any effect on her. It is even more impossible for her to be affected by it without knowing it.
Unless... just like the puppet worms we encountered in Quicksand City before, they were blessed by some external force.
For example, the evil creature from the abyss.
Zhuang Rong'er's pupils dilated and she instinctively looked up towards the cave entrance.
But the surrounding stone walls began to crack, and the cracks on the walls spread rapidly like a spider web, and every tremor caused the ground to sink a little. A huge roar echoed in the empty space.
The vibration that began after the magic weapon was pulled out has finally evolved to a level that cannot be ignored - there is no time, this place will collapse soon!
Ah Huai reacted quickly and simply grabbed the entire sword body with his grip on the blade, turning it in his hand. The hilt of the nameless sword was held in his bloody palm.
He moved very quickly and grabbed Zhuang Rong'er's waist again, picked her up, held the sword in one hand, stabbed the sword into the rock wall, and used the force to jump up.
Zhuang Rong'er no longer resisted, just as she obeyed him taking the sword away. She also obediently buried her head on his shoulder, resting her head on the wound that she had stabbed herself.
Her expression was a little confused and seemed a little sad.
Ah Huai, who was injured by her, held her in one hand and, with the help of the power of the nameless magic weapon, led them to the edge of the "abyss".
They fled one second ago, and the ground behind them collapsed the next second, causing the water in the sea to roll and release an extremely violent impact force.
Ah Huai held her and rolled forward for a while, protecting her head with his hands. He waited until the impact subsided before carefully letting her go.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't stand up immediately, but stared at the larger bloodstain on his shoulder and pinched her fingers into her palm.
“…Does it hurt?”
Her question was silent, not only because she had not added any spiritual power to her words, but also because it was only a whisper from the light touch of her lips.
Naturally there will be no answer.
Ah Huai lowered his head and was wiping the blood off the hilt of the sword with his clothes, then reached forward and wanted to return the sword to her.
It seemed that he could not wield the sword any better than that man.
...He no longer has this opportunity.
"...I hurt you. If you have anything to ask for, you can tell me." Zhuang Rong'er paused and did not take the sword.
Her voice sounded a little tired, and the blood on her lips hadn't even been wiped away. She looked... like a butterfly whose wings were wet by the rain on that rainy night.
Ah Huai remained in the posture of handing the sword and just looked at her silently.
He did ask for something.
"I think..." He paused, and after five or six seconds of silence, he said with some difficulty, "I think you can let yourself go."
——Actually not.
At that moment, what he clearly wanted to say was "I want to redeem myself."
But looking into Zhuang Rong'er's eyes, he inexplicably changed the content of his words.
……Why?
He still couldn't say it.
Is he such a despicable dog with no self-respect that can't be driven away?
...Has he no self?
Ah Huai couldn't help but clench his palms. The wounds cut by the sword brought him severe pain, but it couldn't make his drowsy brain clearer.
“…”
Zhuang Rong'er was speechless.
She probably couldn't hear clearly.
She just silently held his hand, tears in her eyes.
It's like... a silent retention.
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