Chapter 133 Killing Tai Sui (Twenty-One) The Realm Within the Painting
Before she could finish speaking, she felt the arms around her waist tighten even more, and warm lips brushed lightly against the skin of her neck. "I just really wanted to today."
What kind of talk is that?
If an unsuspecting outsider overheard this, they might really think that they were that close.
Song Qiling couldn't figure out his thoughts for a moment, but she knew that if she continued to indulge him, there would probably be no peace tonight.
not to mention……
My gaze inadvertently swept over the painting of a lady hanging on the table. The woman in the painting stood silently, and for a moment it seemed as if there were outsiders watching.
Her ears burned, and she felt even more embarrassed.
"Can't you...can't you control yourself a little?" she said in a muffled voice, raising her hand to lightly push against his shoulder, and struggling to back away.
Gu Lianzhou looked up following the force, his eyes full of confusion: "Why should I restrain myself?"
The person he admires is right in front of him, is he going to stand there like a block of wood? That makes no sense.
Even so, he loosened his arms around her waist slightly, leaned down a little, and gently pressed his forehead against hers. As their breaths mingled, he whispered, "But if Senior Brother is unwilling, I naturally cannot force him."
As soon as he finished speaking, his soft lips gently kissed the top of her head. In less than two breaths, the restraints around her suddenly disappeared, and the heat in his arms vanished instantly, leaving her feeling unexpectedly empty.
Song Qiling subconsciously looked up and met the lingering melancholy in his eyes. She saw him step back slightly, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, with his hands obediently hanging at his sides, clearly adhering to the "restraint" she had mentioned.
"I..." Her throat moved slightly. Looking at his reluctant yet seemingly composed appearance, her earlier shyness faded away, replaced by a sense of helplessness.
As if possessed, she took half a step forward.
With just this slight movement, Gu Lianzhou suddenly raised his eyes.
The gloom in his eyes vanished instantly, as if a star had been lit in the dark night. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare to step forward, only gazing intently at her.
“No…we don’t need to be that far away.” She tilted her head, her ear tips flushed red, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was gently gripped.
His fingertips were slightly cool, and his touch was light and gentle, with a cautious, tentative motion, as he pulled her closer to him.
Song Qiling's body stiffened slightly, but she did not break free.
As if receiving tacit approval, he slowly moved his lips down to lightly peck at her cheek, and finally chuckled: "Senior brother's face is so hot."
"Alright, that's enough." She shrank back, her eyes darting away. "Don't go too far."
Seeing her like this, Gu Lianzhou chuckled softly, unable to bear teasing her any longer. His gaze swept over her slightly upturned neck, lingering on the lingering bruise before finally shifting to the screen beside her: "Senior brother, should this painting remain hanging here tonight?"
Song Qiling knew exactly what he was thinking even without thinking. "What, you're not happy about it?"
Gu Lianzhou remained noncommittal.
He stared at the lady in the painting, then suddenly frowned: "This painting is so lifelike. Just now I thought she was looking straight at me with a mocking gaze, but now I see her with her eyes lowered, as if she is avoiding our gaze and does not want to look at us."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiling followed his gaze and saw that the woman in the painting indeed had her eyelashes lowered, as if she were staring at the ground.
It was clearly not like this during the day.
Upon closer inspection, one notices that the figure in the painting has a furrowed brow, subtly conveying impatience.
"Could this painting have come to life?" She stepped forward, raised her hand to gently stroke the woman's eyebrows and eyes in the painting, and then suddenly paused.
wrong.
I felt as if my fingertips were touching human skin, with a faint warmth emanating from them.
My gaze returned to the lady's eyes, and I saw a hint of panic flash within them.
It's a demon.
But they are not just demons.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
She abruptly let go, turned around, grabbed Gu Lianzhou's belt, and tugged it forward. Gu Lianzhou stumbled forward unexpectedly, looking down in confusion.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth near his ear. It was his senior brother who had tiptoed closer and whispered in his ear, "Be careful what you say. There are eyes in the painting."
Gu Lianzhou: "?"
There were indeed two eyes in the painting; he saw both of them.
However, judging from his senior brother's reaction now, it seems that he doesn't mean the same thing.
Then his senior brother took his hand and, using his fingers as a pen, wrote the words "Chu Yue" stroke by stroke in his palm.
Chu Yue?
Gu Lianzhou was puzzled, but then she said calmly, "Don't change the subject. What do you mean by 'eyes'? I hung it up tonight because I was worried about you. I was afraid you would take advantage of my inattention and eat that painted-skin ghost."
Gu Lianzhou blinked, not understanding what his senior brother meant, but still cooperated by rubbing his stomach, "But senior brother, I'm really hungry."
"You have to endure the hunger." She feigned annoyance, lightly tapping his chest with her hand, and said with exasperation, "You're a mature demon now, how can you act like a glutton?"
After saying that, she winked and leaned closer, lowering her voice to say, "Pretend to be angry and forcefully push me in front of the painting."
Upon hearing this, a hint of disbelief flashed in Gu Lianzhou's eyes.
Pushing her would be tantamount to killing him.
Although I was reluctant, I had no choice but to perform the play.
"Senior brother, do you know how difficult it is for me to endure this?" Gu Lianzhou "furious" and reached out to grab her chin, pressing closer step by step. In an instant, the shadow covered Song Qiling. "You so-called sorcerers have no idea how difficult it is for us demons."
Song Qiling leaned back, only to find her back empty and still some distance from the painting. She couldn't help but provoke him, saying, "Didn't you eat? Your hands are so weak."
Gu Lianzhou: "...Don't you know best whether I've eaten or not?" Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and sealed the lips that were so close to his, swallowing a gasp of surprise.
The kiss came so suddenly that Song Qiling opened her eyes wide in surprise, letting him pull her backward until her back hit something cold and hard.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand press against the swaying screen. I felt a gust of wind brush past my ear, and with a "rustling" sound, the scroll fell to the ground.
This synesthetic technique can only be applied to living beings, but now Chu Yue has risked his life to attach his five senses to the demon in the painting, which shows his great courage.
Now that the scroll has rolled to his feet, Chu Yue's vision is limited, but his hearing remains.
Song Qiling closed her eyes in annoyance.
Her junior brother's performance seemed to have gone too far, leaving her in a difficult position.
Gu Lianzhou had already released her, his eyes filled with self-satisfaction.
He believed that this cooperation was flawless.
Song Qiling: "..."
After a moment of silence, she flicked her sleeve to extinguish the lamp on the table, put her index finger to her lips, and gestured for Gu Lianzhou to be quiet.
The lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into a thick darkness.
In the midst of this tense silence, a "click" sound was suddenly heard.
An extremely subtle, yet absolutely not negligible, noise came from the direction in which the scroll had fallen.
The next instant, a dense, stench of ink and decaying demonic energy surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
Responding a step ahead of Song Qiling, Gu Lianzhou acted extremely quickly, almost at the same moment the demonic energy erupted, he pulled Song Qiling sharply behind him.
At the same time, a surge of energy rippled around him, and a solid, pitch-black tentacle appeared out of thin air, precisely striking the dense demonic energy.
The moment the tentacles touched the demonic energy, the thick, black, smoke-like demonic energy spread out, tightly enveloping the two people in the room.
The solid ground beneath my feet seemed to vanish in an instant.
Song Qiling felt a terrifying force suddenly grab her ankle, her body tilted, and before she could even cry out, she fell downwards as if weightless.
She subconsciously reached out to grab something, but her fingertips hooked onto Gu Lianzhou's wrist, which he quickly withdrew to pull her back.
The two fell together.
A brief, heart-pounding feeling of weightlessness enveloped my entire body.
The wind howled in my ears, and the last vestiges of darkness were quickly stripped away, as if I had fallen into an endless void.
However, in an instant, that powerful suction force suddenly disappeared.
The expected impact pain did not come; instead, there was a light, floating, cloud-like sensation.
Song Qiling suddenly opened her eyes and was immediately stunned by the scene before her.
There were no ferocious monsters, nor was there any sign of Chu Yue.
Here... is an endless expanse of pure white.
Beneath your feet lies an untouched white surface, its texture neither like jade nor paper, and you can barely hear your footsteps when you walk on it.
Looking up, there was no sky, no sun or moon, only a soft, pale white light that stretched to the horizon, blending seamlessly with the ground beneath my feet.
The surroundings were empty and desolate, with no reference points, no distinction between near and far, and not even a shadow could be found.
The light seemed to permeate evenly from all directions, soft yet not dazzling, but enough to make one lose their normal perception of space.
Is this... a world within a painting?
"They actually let the sorcerer manipulate the illusion." Song Qiling scoffed lightly, "What a spineless demon."
Whether provoked by her mockery or for some other reason, a rustling sound suddenly arose all around, as if countless ants were crawling over my head. At the same time, a shadow appeared in my field of vision.
The shadow, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, began to writhe restlessly. Then, without warning, a touch of ink burst forth, as if an invisible hand was holding a giant brush, dipped in rich color, and rapidly depicting it with bold and sweeping strokes.
In an instant, a thick tree trunk appeared out of thin air, and dark branches took shape. Soon after, large swaths of green were splashed out, quickly condensing into a lush canopy in the air.
Before they could see it clearly, the stroke of the pen had already turned away.
The outline of the rocks rose and grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths, the majestic mountains had taken shape.
Then the sound of flowing water came from afar and grew closer.
A streak of indigo blue was suddenly dragged out from the foot of the distant mountains, its strokes wild and unrestrained, rushing straight toward them without regard for anything else!
Where the colored line passed, the riverbed caved in, and the clear water almost instantly filled the tip of the pen, roaring and rushing about.
And this river, drawn arbitrarily, cuts right between her and her junior brother.
The two of them retreated simultaneously.
Even after the brushstrokes ceased, the river continued to widen due to inertia, the turbulent current like a gaping wound, separating the two on opposite banks.
The invisible pen seemed to pause for a moment.
The branches and leaves of the giant tree were still trembling slightly, and the clouds and mist of the distant mountains were still flowing slowly. Only the river was rushing recklessly on the pure white canvas, making a noisy sound.
Turning my gaze, I saw Gu Lianzhou making a move to jump over.
Seeing this, Song Qiling hurriedly shouted, "Be careful, there might be a formation at the bottom of the river!"
Gu Lianzhou paused, obeying her command to stop, but his gaze remained fixed on her. "Is this Chu Yue's method?"
He's not completely stupid.
Song Qiling nodded: "You stay where you are and don't move. I'll figure out a way to cross the river."
The brushstrokes have stopped, but the ink is not yet completely dry.
Since it is a scene in a painting, there must be places where the brush and ink are not perfect.
She walked slowly along the riverbank, her gaze sweeping over the rushing water.
Since forcing our way across will trigger the formation, we should follow this "ink mark" downstream and eventually find a crack where the ink is faint.
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