'Am I destined to die here today...?'
He couldn't quite describe the emotions in his heart, but a scene suddenly flashed into his mind a few days ago: Senior Long, bathed in silver light, handsome as a god, his gaze sweeping over him indifferently.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sense of regret.
As Xia Yize was thinking this, he saw a figure suddenly leap up from behind the three-meter-tall mechanical puppet. The figure was dressed in black robes, holding a knife high in both hands. The figure was covered in black armor, with a hazy silver light mixed with blood-red energy, making it extremely beautiful.
At this critical moment, Long Xun actually passed through several rooms and arrived just in time, raising his hand to smash the mechanical puppet!
With a loud bang, Long Xun landed on the head of the mechanical puppet. The immense force caused the puppet to slow down slightly before Long Xun leaped off the ground, forming a shield wall and standing in front of Xia Yize.
boom--!
The giant axe of the puppet finally fell, and the immensely powerful puppet cleaved Long Xun back a meter. However, it was also hit on the head by the rebounding axe, and the puppet staggered.
Long Xun was not having an easy time either. His spiritual clone was shaken by the immense force coming from the shield, and much of his spiritual energy was scattered. It looked beautiful with its silvery light, but in reality, half of his body, which was covered by his black robe, was transparent, making him look like a ghost.
Long Xun silently gripped his knife, a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at the mechanical puppet.
He found it very difficult to condense his spiritual energy clone in the outside world, given the abundance of turbid energy in the current climate. He had just replenished his spiritual energy after a battle with Lingxu a few days prior, but today, before the fight even began, half of it had been severed. His arm and the sword and shield he had drawn allowed him to vaguely see through them… In that case, wasn't Long Xun essentially performing a ghost story in broad daylight?
The Dragon God expressed his anger.
Xia Yize was still staring blankly at Long Xun, who had saved him once again, when he saw a giant, blood-red longsword descend with overwhelming force amidst the blinding silver and blood light. The tall mechanical armor was cleaved straight down and shattered into pieces on the ground with a cracking sound.
After unleashing a devastating strike, Long Xun didn't even glance at the mechanical armor. He went straight to Xia Yize, knelt down, and whispered, "How are your injuries?"
They were so close that Xia Yize could see the indifferent silver eyes beneath the mask with just a slight tilt of his head. The lingering silver light and red energy, no longer violent as before, were now gently surging around them.
"Well... cough, it's nothing." Xia Yize held his breath slightly, forcing himself to control his breathing and not lose his composure.
Long Xun hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand, which shone with a dazzling silver light, and reached towards Xia Yize's chest wound, saying in a low voice, "Heal the wound."
Xia Yize's back was already stiff, but his face remained expressionless. He simply said, "I'll have to trouble you again, senior."
When Yue Wuyi, Wenren Yu, Shao Gong and the others arrived, they saw that the three-meter-tall mechanical puppet had been shattered into pieces, and Long Xun was half-squatting in front of Xia Yize, with one hand lightly placed on the wound on his chest. Amidst the dazzling silver light, the wound was slowly healing.
Hearing their footsteps, Long Xun saw that Xia Yize's wounds had scabbed over, and his spiritual clone, which had consumed too much spiritual energy, was about to turn into an illusory body and could no longer hold up his black robe and mask. So he withdrew his hand that was deliberately activating the silver light.
If he didn't conceal himself with this silver light, Xia Yize would probably immediately realize that he was now close to being a ghost.
Xia Yize only relaxed quietly when Long Xun got up and stepped back to Shao Gong's side. After his deliberate calmness disappeared, he felt his heart pounding like a drum.
At that distance, he could have easily pulled Senior Long into his arms with just a reach.
He reached out his hand, but it didn't land on his heart; it just floated there in a vague way. Xia Yize even felt a little regretful.
Senior Long was healing his injuries, but he kept restraining his wild and unrestrained thoughts until Senior Long withdrew. He breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little disappointed.
Yue Wuyi, Wenren Yu, and Shao Gong successively inquired whether Xia Yize was alright. Xia Yize answered calmly, but inwardly mocked himself.
'Xia Yize...you're truly hopeless...If Mother knew that her Achen had developed infatuations with a man, she would probably be heartbroken.'
But... he had a premonition that he might never be able to control these fantasies.
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