Chapter 454: Deep Mansion (Part 42)
The heavy door was cracked by the whip of Painted Skin and collapsed with a loud bang.
With the scattered debris and scorching heat, Yu Huo realized that this out-of-control fire was about to consume everything. The only thing he could do was...
Only the area where he and Yuan were located seemed to be wrapped in an invisible barrier, which slightly subsided the raging fire.
When he noticed this scene, Yu Huo's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, began to speed up again.
He blinked rapidly, his dark eyeballs darting back and forth in his eye sockets, but all he could see was thick smoke to his left and right, and raging flames growing against the wind...
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the pitch-black coffin, and after two seconds, it drifted away as if unintentionally, and then he clenched the cold silver sickle in his hand.
Yuan, noticing his action, simply raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "After playing coy with me for so long, are you finally ready to break off relations with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo's breathing stagnated slightly, and he quickly raised his head: "You know I've been perfunctory with you? And you're still playing along with me?"
Yuan tilted his head. The thick smoke blown by the wind covered his handsome face with a thin layer of black mist, making it inexplicably gloomy.
Yu Huo rolled his eyes at her noncommittal attitude and snorted, "You really have to put salt in pickles. What a waste of time!"
The cold wind blew past, and the thick smoke dispersed. Yu Huo was finally able to see Yuan's beautiful and delicate face.
At this time, the opponent's clothes were rustling in the wind, and the dancing clothes forced the flames back half a meter, which was really a reversal of Tiangang.
Yu Huo glanced at the direction of the coffin again, then walked forward.
A cold silver sickle slashed through the blazing fire, crackling in the air as pale white vapor slowly drifted into the air...
Yuan looked at the young man walking towards him step by step, his eyes fixed on the curtain of jingling copper coins for a long time.
It was not until the man came closer that a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
Yu Huo seemed not to notice the other party's slightly resistant look and said bluntly: "You haven't taught me how to make this thing recognize its master."
Yuan was almost pissed off and laughed. "You didn't keep your word and didn't return the Soul Orb to me. Now you want me to be your teacher? Excuse me, do you know how to write the four words 'stop when enough is enough'?"
"I've never been to school and I can't write." The young man spoke nonsense without any sense of shame, and his dark pupils, which were burned by the flames, were faintly turning red.
The pair of gorgeous eyes were so close to him that Yuan once again lost the ability to think. One hand reached out according to his heart, wanting to outline the young man's beautiful eyes.
Yu Huo saw the jade-white fingertips approaching, so he slowly leaned forward to distance himself. The flames burning his back became increasingly hot. Just as they were about to burn the corner of his clothes, they suddenly went out with a puff, leaving only a wisp of slowly rising green smoke.
Noticing this, Yu Huo no longer cared and just quickly glanced at the man who was attracted by his eyes, then calmly retreated towards the black coffin that had a crack open.
Time passed quickly in the slow pursuit, and Yu Huo gradually reached his destination step by step, cautiously and slowly.
The cold hand finally touched the delicate corner of the young man's eye. Unlike the rough touch last time that seemed to want to possess it for himself, this time Yuan's touch was so gentle and cautious.
Treat it like a priceless piece of porcelain, quietly sketching and concentrating on appreciating it...
Yu Huo couldn't help but squint his eyes in surprise, feeling inexplicably resistant to what was about to happen next.
Just before he was about to soften his heart, the man's slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears.
He said, "You're teasing me like this, aren't you afraid that I'll cause trouble for the Shura clan and your cheap master?"
Yu Huo raised his head suddenly when he heard that. The man in front of him was still looking at him with interest, with a scrutinizing and unknown calculation in his eyes.
Yu Huo didn't understand why he was being plotted against, just like he didn't understand why the other party, who had so many choices, chose to take a fancy to him and insisted on pulling him into his camp.
But he had to admit that the man in front of him easily grasped him with just a few words.
If we talk about what Yu Huo cares about in this world, there is only one thing, that is - feelings.
Not only himself, but all the Shura lineage values love. It is precisely because they are always swayed by illusory emotions that they cannot be truly fair and are therefore excluded by the gods.
What should he say?
Is he truly an alien being born from the malice of the Styx? He knows the enemy's weaknesses with ease.
Yu Huo slowly closed his eyes, trying to cover his trembling pupils.
For people like him, the more fearful they are, the calmer they will be. Even the softness that strangely emerged in his heart just now was drowned in the constantly surging thoughts.
Nei Yuan was somewhat disappointed that he did not see the young man's shocked look as he had hoped.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe he had been lonely for too long and he desperately wanted to find someone to accompany him, even if it meant using any means necessary.
Especially since the target he chose was as cunning as a fox. If he didn't find the weakness, he really had no way to make the other party compromise.
But after he threatened the other party, he became inexplicably flustered, which made him, who had always been decisive and ruthless, despise himself and his fussiness.
But even though he was spitting, he swallowed the next words and suddenly reached out to change the topic to something else.
"You just said you wanted to claim this sickle as your own, right?"
The young man opened his eyelids upon hearing this and walked down the stairs, a look of worry on his face. "I want to claim it as my master, but you also said that this is a treasure of our clan. If I claim it as my master, will I be punished?"
Looking at the young man's beautiful yet timid eyes, Yuan sneered: "Are you afraid?"
Yu Huo looked away and curled his lips: "Am I afraid that you don't know what's going on?"
Yuan was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, if he wasn't afraid, his previous threat would be invalid.
Unpleasant emotions brewed between them again. Yuan couldn't help but frown and said impatiently, "Are you going to acknowledge your master or not?"
"Recognize, recognize, recognize!" Yu Huo stretched out his hand and quickly pushed aside the curtain of copper coins, looking at the other party with hope.
Yuan suddenly felt as if something was wrong.
Before he could figure it out, the young man had already cut his fingertip as he said, and a bright red blood bead oozed out of the wound. The color made his throat inexplicably dry, and he once again put all the abnormalities behind his mind.
As the blood drops fell, the sickle didn't react at all.
Yu Huo looked up in surprise, his eyes asking, "Why aren't you responding?"
Yuan couldn't help but walk around the coffin that was in the way, reached out to take the sickle, and then slowly stroked the handle of the knife with his fingertips, which was shining with a cold silver light, sighing in his heart.
It is worthy of being the Shura lineage's treasure. He couldn't help but shiver when holding it.
The next second, he suddenly looked up at the young man, and he finally realized something was wrong.
The person in front of him was not affected by the sickle, which meant that it had been recognized as the other party's master!
Suddenly, he remembered the shallow wound on the young man's fingertip in the previous instance...
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