Chapter 46 Suppressing Nightmare Bugs
"No!" Qingluo said confidently, "The other rooms are full! And you have symbiotic vines, sleeping together will help you recover!" She conjured up two emerald green leaf cups filled with amber-colored sticky liquid, "Here, emerald honey! Drinking it will soothe your mind and suppress nightmare bugs!"
Li Jiuyou stared at the suspicious liquid, his face full of "Can this thing be drunk?"
"The Tree Spirit Tribe's Emerald Honey is so rare outside of the world," Jiang Xuelan said calmly, taking the leaf cup and gulping it down. The sweet, slightly cool nectar slid down his throat, instantly soothing the subtle tingling in his sea of consciousness from the assault of evil thoughts. A long-lost, comfortable warmth spread across his old lower back injury. A subtle flicker of surprise flashed in his icy blue eyes.
Li Jiuyou sniffed suspiciously, the rich, refreshing aroma of grass and trees filling his nostrils, and the restless demonic fire within him actually tamed a little. He frowned, then downed the drink with a fearless demeanor, smacking his lips. "...Not bad, not strong enough."
Qingluo, having accomplished her mission, retreated, humming a song and skipping away. The two of them were left standing before the large vine-covered bunk bed, the atmosphere even more solemn than the soul-sinking fog.
"You, sleep over there!" Li Jiuyou pointed at the edge of the bunk bed, the red-gold demonic fire in his palm eager to attack, "If you dare to come within ten feet of me, I will burn you into ice chips!"
Jiang Xuelan walked to the other end of the bunk bed with an expressionless face and sat down, placing the Frost Silence Sword across his knees. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing, "It's mutual."
As the night deepened, the moonlight vines radiated a soft, silvery glow, illuminating the vine house like a fairyland. From the depths of the forest drifted the distant, ethereal chirping of insects and the cry of night birds.
Li Jiuyou lay on his side, his back to Jiang Xuelan, muscles tense beneath his torn fur coat, like a ferocious beast poised to erupt at any moment. The area on his back, ravaged by his evil thoughts, began to ache again, a chilling tingle. He rolled over irritably, only to be confronted by the edge of an icy blue garment—Jiang Xuelan had also lain down, barely three feet away from him! The moonlight outlined his cool, handsome profile, his long eyelashes drooping, his breathing shallow and steady, like a sleeping statue of a deity.
"Pretending..." Li Jiuyou spat under his breath, but the tingling on his back seemed to have subsided somewhat. Was it the emerald honey? Or was it... He suddenly remembered the strange warmth from the fusion of ice and fire on the altar. The thought made him uncomfortable, and he quickly turned back to face the wall.
Jiang Xuelan wasn't truly asleep. Across the frozen plains of his sea of consciousness, the fragment of Jianmu was greedily absorbing the rich life force of the land, slowly healing itself. On the other side of the blood pact, Li Jiuyou's furnace-like, thriving Qi and blood, and the occasional bursts of violent demonic energy, occasionally pierced by evil thoughts, continued to flow like background noise. He forced himself to ignore the intensely noticeable heat source, his consciousness sinking deep into the icy plains, attempting to grasp the gravekeeper's final thoughts regarding Jianmu...
A burning and violent thought slammed into him along the blood contract!
It wasn't an attack! It was Li Jiuyou's nightmare of losing control!
Giant scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, sticky tentacles wrapped around his limbs, the mockery of the elders of the Zhe tribe mixed with his brother's blood... Li Jiuyou curled up in pain in the nightmare, the red-gold demon fire burst out of his body uncontrollably, igniting the vines beneath him!
"Ugh..." Jiang Xuelan jolted awake instantly! Ice-blue immortal energy erupted in response, extinguishing the demonic fire. But Li Jiuyou fell deeper into the nightmare, his body trembling violently, a beast-like growl emanating from his throat, and the dark red filaments dormant on his back twisted wildly!
"Wake up!" Jiang Xuelan shouted softly, gathering cold air from his fingertips and pointing it towards Li Jiuyou's brow.
The moment the coldness touched my skin——
Li Jiuyou suddenly opened his scarlet-gold pupils! They were unfocused, filled with the rage and murderous intent left over from a nightmare! He instinctively swung his fist, swirling with uncontrolled demonic fire, fiercely smashing at the impending "threat"!
Jiang Xuelan's pupils suddenly shrank! The Frost Silence Sword instantly blocked!
Fists and swords collided! Ice and fire exploded in a dazzling explosion!
The violent airflow blew away the moonlight vines hanging from the roof! Li Jiuyou was knocked into the vine wall by the recoil force, and the red silk on his back took the opportunity to bite back, and the severe pain made him wake up instantly!
"You...!" He saw his fist smashing against the sword, then looked at Jiang Xuelan, who was blocking with the sword, his eyes icy cold. He instantly understood what had happened. Shame, fear, and a hint of indescribable irritation made him blurt out: "Who told you to touch me!"
Jiang Xuelan put away his sword and looked at the vine bed that was scorched by the demon fire and cracked by his own coldness. His voice was so cold that ice chips could fall off: "If it weren't for the contract, you would have been swallowed by the soul-sinking fog by now." He pointed at Li Jiuyou's back - the red silk was suppressed again because of the icy fairy power he injected when blocking it just now.
Li Jiuyou choked, his chest heaving violently. He looked at the shattered rattan bed, then at Jiang Xuelan's bunk across from him, which had also been affected and charred and cracked. Then he thought about Qingluo's mention of the "same breath barrier"... How the hell was he supposed to sleep like this?!
Under the glow of the moonlight vine, the two of them stared at each other across the charred vine "Chu River and Han River".
Li Jiuyou's face darkened as he vented his anger by kicking aside the charred remains of vines. He cleared a space in the middle of the bunk bed, just enough for one person. With his back to Jiang Xuelan, he sat down cross-legged, his arms folded, his red-gold demonic fire flickering in his body. His actions signaled: "I sleep sitting down! I won't come near you!"
Jiang Xuelan remained expressionless, sitting cross-legged on the spot, the Frost Silence Sword resting across his knees. Ice-blue immortal energy flowed through his body, and he closed his eyes in a state of meditation. But the slightly pursed corners of his lips betrayed a hint of displeasure at being woken up and having to clean up the mess.
The only sounds left in the vine house were the two people's suppressed breathing and the subtle rustling of the vines growing slowly in the moonlight. The moonlight flowed like water, and new buds quietly sprouted from the broken ends of the scorched vines.
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