Chapter 186 I'll Bite You!
I couldn't understand the meaning behind what Sheng said, nor could I offer any further response.
The petite boy sat for a while before being called away by Xiaoxi, who knocked on the door and peeked out, as if there was something urgent to attend to.
After that, no matter how many methods I tried, the perspective remained fixed in place without any movement, leaving only an empty room with not much clutter.
Sometimes, faint noises could be heard outside, as if people were talking as they passed by the door, but no one opened the door and went in.
Finally, even the lamps lit to the side dimmed, flickering with a faint light like fireflies, casting a lonely glow around them, much like the moonlight that was occasionally obscured by fluffy white clouds.
I gazed at it quietly for a while, then fastened the silver ring, which had transformed into a sleeve band, back onto my arm.
In the latter half of the night, An quietly awoke from the shadows, barefoot on the ground that rippled with black waves, wandering around the camp like a ghost.
"You can go and get some sleep."
An's voice still carried a hint of sleepiness as he covered his mouth and yawned: "Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you."
"Don't you need to rest a little longer?" I looked at her with some concern. "You also contributed a lot to the battle yesterday afternoon.
An shook his head: "No need. Rather, I've over-rested, my body is practically rusting."
Indeed, this woman spends almost every moment resting in the shadow space. Every time you call upon her, she is either in hibernation or on her way to hibernation.
"I've been curious before. I can't feel many hidden injuries on you, An, or why you have to stay in a dormant state to speed up your recovery." I was very curious about this and immediately asked the question.
With a light leap, he landed on the nearest, sturdiest treetop, as if he had teleported out of thin air. Leaning against the trunk, he casually brushed aside the deep green leaves and gazed into the distance: "It's nothing, just that to obtain power that doesn't belong to me, I have to pay the corresponding price."
She looked down at me and whispered, "You should still remember the stab I gave you, right?"
Seeing me nod, she continued, "It looks very powerful, as if it can cut through anything, even space itself, right? Yes, that's right, that's my special move that I can only use once a day—although that's what I say, it's actually only achieved with the help of external forces."
"In order to contain this external force that does not belong to me and far exceeds my limits, what I need to do is to use myself as a scabbard, constantly nurturing and accumulating it, and then seize the opportunity to unleash it all at once. Although I can now barely control the amount of output, I still cannot increase it out of thin air."
I only have a vague understanding of this mystical explanation. It sounds like before a fireball is cast, in order to reach its maximum power, one must constantly maintain the outer shell of the spell and inject a large amount of magic into it. At most, I can only understand that this ability has limitations.
I shook my head and asked again, "So you should be able to move around freely outside on weekdays, right?"
An yawned again, looking more awake now. A clear light shone in his dark eyes as he answered matter-of-factly, "Yes. But walking is troublesome, and maintaining control all the time is also troublesome. It's easier to stay hidden in the shadows, where you only need to maintain the state."
That's what they say, but it's still quite impressive that they've been able to maintain it.
If you ask me to do it, I can manage a few minutes of a simple technique, a few hours is so-so, half a day would be strenuous, and forget about doing it for more than a day. Not to mention that I also have to adapt to the technique itself being in a state of continuous growth, which is a realm that cannot be easily reached by willpower and control alone.
"It's nothing, I'm just used to it."
An shook his head, advised me to rest a few more times, and then said no more.
After her repeated reminders, I felt a belated drowsiness slowly rising from within my body. It was like tiny bubbles rising from the bottom of a soda bottle, unknowingly accumulating into a thick layer at the bottle's opening.
Indeed, thinking about it this way, I first traveled for half a day, then fought against such a huge dragon remains for half a day, and then spent a long time working on the [Simulated Magic Ring]. Even though I took a short rest during my meal, I could no longer resist the drowsiness that kept rising.
Unbeknownst to him, his limbs became heavy, his magic stagnated, and even his senses were drawn to the vicinity of his body, transmitting only vague sensations.
A chilly evening breeze blew around me, making me shiver involuntarily, but my mind gradually became muddled and I didn't become clear-headed.
It's time to rest.
I mustered almost all my willpower and stumbled into the nearest tent, groping for the thick, fluffy blankets to cover myself with.
Just before I drifted off to sleep, I looked back one last time.
The figure remained seated atop the tree, shrouded in broad shade, as if completely blended into the darkness, with only a pair of bright eyes silently reflecting a faint glow in the darkness.
The light flickered briefly before quickly dissolving into a dim, dark aura.
Nothing was said that night.
The next day, around noon, I was awakened by a wet touch on the side of my face.
Soft, warm, and slightly moist, the sensation of its breath creates a strange interplay of prickly and smooth sensations upon touching my skin, making me instinctively turn away to avoid bursting into laughter.
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