Chapter 109 Nightmare Whispers and "His" Unconscious Dependence
Nightmare Whispers and "His" Unconscious Dependence
As the night deepened, the ancient well platform was completely silent, with only the howling of the wind. Everyone took turns keeping watch, while the rest of the group took the time to rest and recover.
Li Jiuyou leaned against the wall of the well, tightly clutching the Heart Source Crystal in his hand. He closed his eyes and steadied his breath, attempting to guide the demonic fire to refine the evil thoughts behind it. However, the evil thoughts gnawed at his bones, the process was extremely painful and slow, and it was highly likely to trigger inner demons. Furthermore, his injuries had not yet healed, and his spirits were weak, so he soon fell into a semi-conscious slumber.
Jiang Xuelan sat not far from him, also closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, but he always kept a trace of consciousness paying attention to his surroundings, as well as... Li Jiuyou's unstable mental fluctuations coming from the other end of the link.
Sure enough, not long after, Li Jiuyou's breathing became heavy, his brow furrowed, cold sweat oozed from his forehead again, and his body began to tremble slightly. Jiang Xuelan clearly felt a wave of chaos, fear, and blood-filled dreams surge over him!
"...Father...don't go..." Li Jiuyou muttered unconsciously in his dream, his voice hoarse and broken, with a rare fragility, "...Brother...don't go...it's dangerous..."
Jiang Xuelan "saw" vague fragments of dreams: the heart-wrenching King, Feng Ye who died in battle, the flames of the Immortal Sect's massacre of the village, and... the fearful eyes of himself when he was a child hiding in the dark cellar... These were Li Jiuyou's deepest pain and fear, and they impacted Jiang Xuelan's perception through the blood contract without any cover.
Then the dream seemed to turn to a closer fear.
"...Ice face...get out of the way!" Li Jiuyou twitched violently, his voice filled with anxiety, "...that nail...damn it..." It was obvious that he was dreaming of Bai Zhi using the Soul-Soothing Nail to sneak attack Jiang Xuelan.
Jiang Xuelan felt the panic and rage that erupted from the other person in his dream, which was even worse than when he was injured!
Then, the dream froze at the last evil impact of Xinzhong - the moment he pushed Jiang Xuelan away and took the blame with his back!
"...cough...it really...hurts..." Li Jiuyou curled up in his dream, like a wounded cub, and let out a suppressed groan of pain, "...but...it's worth it..." The emotions conveyed were extremely complex, there was severe pain, fear, but there was also a trace of...an indescribable sense of security that he had protected something?
Jiang Xuelan's eyes snapped open, their icy blue pupils appearing especially profound in the night. He listened to Li Jiuyou's unconscious mumblings, tinged with pain and dependence (?), and felt the surging, genuine emotions emanating from the blood pact. His heart felt as if something gently gripped it, a sour, yet scorching sensation spreading quietly. Could it be that this normally volatile, ferocious fellow, like a lone wolf, harbored such fear and... such a clumsy desire to protect?
He watched in silence for a moment, then finally stood up and quietly walked over to sit beside Li Jiuyou. After a moment's hesitation, he reached out, gathering a trace of extremely cool and pure immortal energy at his fingertips, and gently tapped Li Jiuyou's furrowed brow. This was a basic technique for clearing the mind and concentrating the spirit, and while it wasn't particularly effective, the slight chill might bring some comfort.
The moment his fingertips touched the other person's skin——
As if he had grabbed a piece of driftwood in an endless nightmare, Li Jiuyou unconsciously grabbed Jiang Xuelan's wrist! The force was so strong that it even hurt Jiang Xuelan a little.
"Don't... don't go..." Li Jiuyou muttered vaguely, holding the cold hand tightly in his arms, as if it was his only salvation. His burning cheeks even unconsciously rubbed the slightly cool skin. The surging waves of nightmare miraculously subsided a little, replaced by a very faint sense of security after holding on to something for support.
Jiang Xuelan's whole body stiffened!
His wrist was wrapped in the other's scorching body heat, and the sense of dependence and security transmitted from the other end of the blood contract was so clear that his heart skipped a beat and his ears began to heat up uncontrollably again. He wanted to pull his hand back, but seeing Li Jiuyou's brow finally relax slightly and sensing his rare calmness, he paused.
He could feel that if he forcibly pulled his hand away, it would likely disturb the other person's already fragile soul again.
"...Trouble." Jiang Xuelan muttered softly, but ultimately remained motionless, letting Li Jiuyou hold onto his hand and lean against him like a large pendant. He adjusted his posture to make himself sit more steadily, while his other hand continued to maintain the weak pure heart power, tapping Li Jiuyou's brow.
Under the night sky, the aloof Immortal Lord allowed the tyrannical Demon King to grasp his wrist and lean against him as he fell asleep. The scene was strange and bizarre, yet it also revealed a hint of... harmony?
Man Gu, who was on night watch, saw this scene and was so shocked that he almost dropped his bone hammer. He quickly covered his mouth with his eyes wide open.
A Che woke up rubbing his eyes. Seeing this scene, he blinked and smiled with a confused yet understanding look.
Xingtong raised the corners of her mouth in the shadows.
Xuanjia curled up in his shell and made a very light snoring sound (fake).
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