Chapter 349 The Price
“Now is the time for me... to pay the price!” Heatherine said calmly, looking at Qin Mo.
"What's the meaning?"
Before Qin Mo could recover from his daze, Heather's long, slender, white fingers grabbed his arm and dragged him into the small tent.
Qin Mo cried out in fear, "Hatherine... what are you doing?... What are you trying to do?"
But Heatherine's eyes were very firm, and no matter how much Qin Mo struggled and shouted, she still dragged him into the small tent.
"Your strength... how can you be so strong... this is impossible..."
Even after being dragged into the small tent, Qin Mo still couldn't believe that his proud and powerful body, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Beastman King, had actually lost to Heatherine. He could see clearly that Heatherine hadn't used any Holy Spirit power at all.
Heather didn't answer him. Instead, she removed her white veil, then her mask, and finally revealed her stunningly beautiful face.
She reached out her slender fingers and cupped Qin Mo's head, gently kissing it with her pink lips, causing Qin Mo's head to buzz and give up resisting.
The white gauze robe slipped off, and her jade-like body slowly turned pink, leaving Qin Mo's mind blank.
When Qin Mo's robe slipped off, he was filled with grief and indignation to find that he could not move. The small tent was now filled with light, and he was controlled by the light. Unless he used the Little Nirvana Flame or Starshine to fight back to the death, he was a prisoner of the light and could not move at all.
Only after his burning body embraced Qin Mo did he feel free, and he could feel his heart pounding rapidly.
Clearly, the girl opposite was not as calm as she appeared.
Her arms wrapped tightly around Qin Mo's body, but she dared not look Qin Mo in the eye at that moment.
The two remained frozen in this strange position, neither moving.
As time passed, Heatherine's body began to tremble, and two lines of tears flowed down Qin Mo's back once again.
Qin Mo could no longer hold back. Only then did he realize that it was infinitely easier to be a beast than to be worse than a beast.
"snort...."
With a groan from Heatherine, a giant nebula appeared above the small tent, slowly rotating in the beautiful night sky. The light inside the tent grew brighter and brighter, reflecting the starlight that continuously streamed down from the nebula.
The saintess let out a soft groan before falling silent, leaving only two increasingly heavy breaths that drifted away into the distance through the jungle.
The light grew brighter and brighter, and the starlight multiplied, intertwining and gradually connecting. Countless starlight seeped into the small tent along with the light, while wisps of light were cast into the swirling stars in the night sky, making them even more dazzling and beautiful.
The dazzling star spiral gradually expanded, growing larger and larger, with more and more bright stars within it.
As he spun, the moonlight and starlight in the night sky above the jungle were drawn down by a tremendous gravitational force, and guided by the swirling stars, they entered the cramped tent.
The light began to become unstable; its brightness seemed to have reached a critical point, perhaps it would rise again, or perhaps it would fade into darkness.
An immense pressure appeared out of nowhere and surged toward the flickering light. Saintess Heatherine finally let out a painful groan. The light she released underwent a qualitative change, as if it had formed some kind of connection with the stars in the night sky, spreading farther and farther, becoming brighter and brighter.
For an entire night, all creatures within a hundred miles witnessed that beautiful, enormous star spiral. At dawn, a vast consciousness communicated with heaven and earth, proclaiming its presence to all around. Whether bears, wild boars, werewolves, or beastmen, they all retreated in terror.
Qin Mo was unaware of all this. In the latter half of the night, he fell into a wondrous state, where countless primordial energies of heaven and earth pressed into his body, forcing him to fully circulate his dantian and Little Nirvana Flame to absorb and digest these energies of heaven and earth.
Just as he was suffering from the overwhelming amount of primordial energy in the world, which was about to burst his chest, a gentle light guided his consciousness outward, and the mysteries of the world suddenly appeared clearly before his eyes.
This light was so gentle and compliant, just like Heather, who was engraved beside him. It carried Qin Mo's consciousness and slowly extended between heaven and earth, touching the will of heaven and earth. Gradually, the once violent energy of heaven and earth became docile in Qin Mo's consciousness.
Qin Mo was captivated by this wonderful realm, and both her body and the vital energy within her began to tremble with pleasure, a fusion of human and natural forces.
"call!"
Qin Mo suddenly woke up. He didn't know when he had lost consciousness. He only remembered the dreamlike tenderness of last night and the joyful look in her eyes as she watched him silently shed tears.
She was still in the small tent, but the gentle figure beside her was gone. Qin Mo ignored the fact that she was not dressed and rushed out of the tent to jump onto the tallest tree, but all she could see were trees. Where was that fair and tall figure?
"Oh dear... what a terrible thing!"
Qin Mo returned to the small tent with her head drooping, slowly packed her things, and then found a strand of hair on her pillow.
The hair was clearly freshly cut, and it even still retained that warm scent.
Qin Mo felt the warmth of her hair, felt the dantian within her body that had become a crystal, felt the communication between her consciousness and the surrounding world, and couldn't help but shout angrily.
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