Lin Mo's ears were filled with Yin Ban's inflammatory words and the unrestrained laughter of those around him, but he seemed to be in another world, completely immersed in his kiss with Zhao Yue'er. He responded to her passion, and their kiss grew deeper and deeper...
Finally, when the two separated, panting, a tempting blush appeared on Zhao Yue'er's face.
She gazed at Lin Mo, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "You are mine," she whispered, her voice carrying an undeniable resolve. "Mine, just as I am yours. If death is inevitable, let us face it together."
All men must die, Lin Mo, but until then, we must live well.
“Yes,” his voice was muffled, “I want to live well!”
Hearing this, she grinned, revealing a radiant smile, her curved teeth gleaming uniquely in the sunlight. Lin Mo was momentarily captivated, even finding himself starting to like her distinctive teeth.
He silently sighed in his heart, "You are truly an extremely devout servant of the gods." This thought filled him with a strange sense of frustration and sorrow, and the sword in his hand involuntarily opened and closed.
If Zhao Yue'er knew what he was thinking, what would she do?
If you were to pull her down to sit and tell her that he is still Jiang Wan'er's son, still the beloved husband in the hearts of Sun Ruoxi and others, and still the regent in the hearts of the people of Great Xia, he would be burdened with multiple identities and countless responsibilities and concerns.
So, what will she, Zhao Yue'er, choose? He hopes she can understand and continue to stay by his side, facing the storms of the future together. However, he also knows that people's hearts are unpredictable, and he dares not take risks easily, nor place his hopes on unknown variables.
Then they continued on their way.
Soon, they arrived at a fortress.
According to Tormont's account, the fortress had lay silently on this land, untouched for two centuries. More than a century ago, the massive stone steps collapsed, but even so, the descent seemed much easier than the steep ascent.
During this time, Tomon sent men to scout the surrounding area to avoid encountering the followers of the Faceless God.
Tormont himself led the way and continued onward.
During the journey, apart from some scattered round towers that stretched towards the sky like stone fingers, there was no trace of civilization.
They traversed damp, cold hills and trekked across windswept plains. On this desolate land, they seemed to be the only living beings, with no eyes watching in the shadows and no enemies suddenly appearing.
In any case, do not disobey them, and do everything they say, as Zhao had warned him.
Immerse yourself in them, decipher their...
He had cycled alongside them for countless miles, but now he was walking. During this long journey, he shared simple food with them, and even slept in the same bed with Zhao Yue'er, spending every quiet night together.
As night fell, they shared a tattered blanket, huddling together for warmth. Every time they fell asleep, Zhao Yue'er would gently rest her head on his chest, her silky red hair brushing against his chin, causing a slight tickle.
Her scent, that faint fragrance, seemed to have seeped into his very bones, becoming a part of his life.
Her crooked teeth always made her look so playful and cute when she smiled; holding her, her soft body seemed to dispel all fatigue; and the taste in her mouth was an indescribable joy in his heart, as well as his helplessness on this long journey.
Sometimes, Lin Mo even felt as if he had already merged into this group of divine servants and become one of them.
However, he could never forget the figures of Sun Ruoxi, Su Qing'er, Huo Churan, and others. They were his true companions, the ones he cared about most.
I want to go back. I am not a servant of God!
The gods harvest faith and treat the common people as worthless.
I don't want to believe in such a god!
That afternoon, as the trees thinned out, they embarked on a journey across the winding plains, heading east. The surrounding grass, like green waves, rose to waist height and swayed gently in the breeze, bringing with it a refreshing scent.
Wild wheat dances in the breeze, creating a series of golden landscapes.
During the day, the warm and bright sunlight shines on this vast plain, as if draping the earth in a golden coat.
However, as sunset approached, dark clouds began to slowly gather from the west.
Zhao Yue'er estimated that a major storm was about to break.
By evening, the storm had begun to rage.
Just then, the divine servant who had been scouting ahead reported: "Enemy tracks have been discovered..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo sighed, "The battle is about to begin!"
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