Chapter 95 World 4 (Twenty-two)
Layers of snow-white waves rolled in the water dungeon, undulating for a long time. The pool of water within the dungeon, connected to the outside world, quickly carried the shameful traces along the terrain. Her plain undergarment, soaked by the dark water, clung tightly to Baoshan's delicate body. She was like a clinging vine, relying on others for survival.
The hand on the waist suddenly tightened, Baoshan frowned, and noticed the change in Xie Wenying's aura. His eyes turned bloodshot and he almost broke Baoshan's waist.
“It hurts so much…”
Bao Shan murmured to herself, guessing that her waist must be covered with red marks, or even purple. The mottled marks must be exactly the same as those on Xie Wenying's palm.
Xie Wenying also held her soft lips in his mouth, refusing to let go for a long time. The sound of lips and teeth pressing against each other, the sound of each other's love, was so intense that Baoshan's heart could not help but beat wildly, and the tips of her ears turned red, like the finest ruby agate. In the water dungeon, it was impossible to tell the time outside. Baoshan had no idea how much time had passed, only that she was passively enduring every moment. Until her eyes were blurry, she could no longer tell what day it was.
When Xie Wenying let go of the treasure fan, her body became limp and her legs had no strength left. She could only nestle in Xie Wenying's arms.
Bao Shan relied on her remaining sanity to ask Xie Wenying, "When did the lake water become warm?"
She was already weak, and she would have caught a chill if she entered the cool water, not to mention... they had done such a thing between them... But Baoshan didn't feel any discomfort, and only at this moment did she vaguely realize the warmth of the water.
The water in Qingfeng Pond should be icy cold, but it feels like warm spring water, moisturizing every inch of skin.
Baoshan opened his eyes wide, misty and looked at Xie Wenying in confusion and bewilderment.
But Xie Wenying just leaned over and pressed her thin lips against Baoshan's eyes, which were as pure as water.
Bao Shan felt that her waist was being held tightly by a broad hand, and two fingers were gently stroking it, making that inch of skin particularly hot.
"I don't know."
Xie Wenying looked at the beautiful fan, whose face was as red as a shy flower. Her heart moved slightly. She leaned close to her delicate white ear and whispered in a low and pleasant voice, "Why don't you try it again and see what's going on?"
Baoshan was puzzled, but saw that Xie Wenying had reached out and turned Baoshan's body around. In her sight, she saw a slender and delicate back.
"Hold the chain."
Soaking in the warm water, Baoshan felt that everything around him became dreamy and hazy, and Xie Wenying's voice also became ethereal and long.
Listening to the intermittent voices in his ears, Baoshan knew the ins and outs of Xie Wenying being imprisoned here, and couldn't help but feel absurd: the person who framed other disciples could be anyone, but it couldn't be Xie Wenying.
But when she timidly said these words, Xie Wenying became even more aggressive.
Xie Wenying stretched out his hand, turning the treasure fan's face towards him. Seeing the dark pupils filled with his own image, Xie Wenying was extremely satisfied. He said coldly, "Why don't you believe it? Do you know that no one on Yunning Peak believes that it wasn't my doing?"
After all, so many definite clues all point to him.
The former fellow students went from close to distant in just a few days.
Xie Wenying was not sad, because years of friendship between fellow students could not withstand a few fabricated clues.
He just listened to the accusations of those people, cursing him for being so cruel that he could actually be so brutal to his fellow disciples, so that several injured disciples were still lying on their beds, unable to find a way to survive, but also unable to die.
Xie Wenying's heart was as cold as ice, and he didn't feel any pain because of these rumors. He just felt as if there was a hole in his chest, and even after it was filled with ice, the biting cold wind still penetrated into it.
He felt confused for a moment, that was all.
Baoshan's soft voice rang out, trembling a little as the waves rolled: "I am not them."
Xie Wenying carefully examined the pale face before him. Unpainted and slightly pale, it only made her look even more delicate and pitiful. His voice seemed to have cooled, "If it really is me, what are you going to do?"
"You're two-faced, you've murdered your fellow disciples. It's all my fault. Treasure fan—"
Xie Wenying suddenly called out Baoshan's name, even though others had called her that before. But no one had ever done so with such deep affection, like Xie Wenying, as if it were a whispered endearment between lovers.
"I'm not what you think."
The terms "brilliant and handsome" and "chivalrous and tender-hearted" are just titles given by others. Only Xie Wenying understands her own cold-heartedness.
The soft hair was pressed against Xie Wenying's chest. Bao Shan whispered softly, "No matter how you change, you are still my Senior Brother Wenying."
She closed her eyelids tightly, her cheeks flushed, as if she was ashamed: "Am I very bad?"
But Baoshan is just a weak woman who doesn't know how to be a hero.
She felt sorry for the injured disciples of Yun Ningfeng and hoped that they would get better soon.
But in her heart, Xie Wenying was more important. Baoshan didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear of seeing the lost look on Xie Wenying's face.
——She is so selfish and doesn't know right from wrong. It must be very disappointing.
With slightly cool fingertips, Baoshan's messy hair was tucked behind her ears.
"No."
Where is very bad.
The precious fan wrapped the fox fur tightly around her, and she felt cool and refreshing. Her apricot-colored long skirt carried the unique warmth of Xie Wenying.
Baoshan's cheeks were rosy, as if she had not just been in a dark, cold dungeon, but had been comfortably soaking in hot soup.
The fox fur and long skirt were both dried by Xie Wenying using her inner strength, and they were so warm that they almost melted her.
Baoshan walked hurriedly towards his residence.
But thinking of Xie Wenying's stubborn look in the water dungeon, she couldn't help but frown.
She wanted to find the weak point in the chain so that she could rescue Xie Wenying from the water dungeon, but Xie Wenying refused to let her.
When Xie Wenying heard that Baoshan was going to ask the master for mercy, his face suddenly became even colder.
"You're not allowed to go."
Xie Wenying was bound by chains, deprived of his freedom. Baoshan, on the other hand, could move freely, unrestricted. Baoshan should not be afraid of Xie Wenying, nor should it have to obey his words.
But between the two, Xie Wenying still has the upper hand.
Baoshan was conflicted, secretly wondering why Xie Wenying didn't let him think of a solution. He just lowered his head and hurried on, almost bumping into someone walking in front of him.
Bao Shan hurriedly raised her face, her rosy complexion instantly draining of color as she took in the person who had arrived. She clutched her fox fur coat tightly and whispered, "Brother Bai."
Bai Jiqing looked at the precious fan in front of him. It had a graceful figure and looked much better than when he visited her boudoir at night.
Just looking at Baoshan's trembling black eyelashes and eyes covered with a faint mist, Bai Jiqing felt a little displeased.
With his looks, he could attract a lot of unmarried girls in the secular world. After entering Yunning Peak, he naturally gained the favor of many disciples with his gentle and polite appearance.
In Baoshan's eyes, it was as if she was born with a terrifying appearance with a green face and fangs, which could scare the timid girl to tears.
But Bai Jiqing's dark and deep eyes slid across Baoshan's porcelain-white face, and he thought to himself: He didn't like Baoshan being afraid of him, but he was also really happy about this lovable look.
If Baoshan's trembling eyelashes really shed tears, those tears would at least be shed because of him, Bai Jiqing.
Thinking of this, the dissatisfaction in Bai Jiqing's heart immediately turned into anger, surging towards his dantian.
He opened his mouth and asked, "Where did you go?"
A trace of panic flashed in Baoshan's eyes. She tightened the fox fur hanging on her thin shoulders and shook her head gently. The loose hair on her temples swayed, sparkling with golden light under the sunlight.
"I didn't go anywhere. I just felt unwell and came out for a walk."
Hearing this, Bai Jiqing frowned: "Feeling unwell? Is your heart disease coming back?"
Baoshan nodded slightly.
Bai Jiqing has arranged for his confidants in the secular world to find a way to cure his heart disease.
Once the plan succeeds, Bai Jiqing will leave Yunning Peak, conquer the vast territory, and become the supreme and powerful king.
At that time, he would bring Baoshan with him and dress her up with pearls, jade and agate. He would let Baoshan wear only thin crimson clothes, with her fair skin faintly visible. He would hold her in his arms, day and night, and never let go.
Bai Jiqing walked forward, and Baoshan resisted the instinctive urge to dodge and stood quietly where he was.
Bai Jiqing untied the two straps on the fox fur coat of the treasured fan, and noticed that the girl in front of him was trembling, and evil thoughts arose in his mind.
"Are you nervous?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Bai Jiqing stretched out a finger and gently stroked Baoshan's chin.
Baoshan turned her head away, not letting him touch her.
Bai Jiqing chuckled: "I'm really thinking about this."
Baoshan's eyes were red and she looked at Bai Jiqing with wide eyes, as if accusing him: Isn't it that he has impure thoughts and is trying to turn the tables on him?
Bai Jiqing stopped fooling around, pulled the fox fur coat on the fan tightly, and tied the two straps loosely into a knot.
Baoshan raised her foot and walked away, her delicate and small embroidered shoes stepping on a patch of snow.
Bai Jiqing's eyes were deep as he walked back to his residence with heavy steps. When he heard from his confidant that Xie Wenying had "occasionally" heard complaints and condemnations from his disciples these days, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The confidant looked puzzled: "It's just that Xie Wenying didn't seem to get angry as expected, but was unusually calm."
The close friend thought to himself, "The title of Yun Ning Peak's eldest disciple is truly well-deserved." Xie Wenying's state of mind was truly beyond his reach. If he were in Xie Wenying's shoes, facing the physical torture, the suspicion of his master, and the alienation and misunderstanding of his fellow disciples, he would have long since been overwhelmed and driven to obsession.
If one observes from a distance, the confidants will have great admiration for people like Xie Wenying.
But he was not an outsider, but was in the game, so he began to worry about Xie Wenying's indifferent attitude.
Bai Jiqing disagreed. He gently clinked the two teacups on the table together, his eyes leisurely: "Even a drop of water can wear away a stone. If I can't listen to it in one day, what about ten days, twenty days?
Although the eldest brother is indifferent, he is still a human being, and one day he will be completely defeated."
In the main hall.
The disciples stood at the bottom, their master stood at the upper side, his eyes sweeping over each of them. They looked at each other, their ears cocked as they discussed something.
These days, the investigation into the person behind the scenes has made no progress, and not a single clue to clear Xie Wenying's name has been found. All these things seem to point to only one conclusion -
Xie Wenying is the man behind the scenes, how can he prove his innocence?
Several injured disciples were carried to the main hall, supported by woven rattan.
Qu Linglong walked forward, wanting to take a closer look, but was frightened by the ferocious face that came into her sight and took a few steps back.
Seeing the loss on that person's face, Qu Linglong felt uneasy. She could vaguely recognize from his face that the person who frightened her was the disciple who protected her when Yun Ning Peak was attacked that day.
Qu Linglong knew that she should go forward, comfort the disciple, and soothe him gently.
Qu Linglong calmed herself down and walked forward tentatively. However, looking at the scratched and scarred face, she was still afraid and retreated.
It's not that she is ungrateful, it's just that the poison is too cruel and it turns people into nothing more than human beings.
Qu Linglong turned sideways and turned her head to avoid the disciple's sad gaze.
Hearing another sound and seeing Xie Wenying bound by chains, Qu Linglong's eyes widened.
The many disciples in the hall were equally surprised. When had they ever seen their eldest brother in such a miserable state?
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