Chapter 65 Demon Cult White Moonlight 20 Do as I say
"Come in."
After hearing this, Ning Huaiqing felt as if he was frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.
She spotted him.
Ning Huaiqing's back was stiff, his face flushed. "I didn't mean to barge in. I didn't know you were here, you were here..."
"What am I doing?" Ali scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his smooth white arms.
How could Ning Huaiqing describe what he had just witnessed? He clutched the Qingyun Sword tightly in his hand, his mind spinning rapidly: "Is your injury...healed?"
Unromantic.
The charming and ambiguous atmosphere was instantly swept away. Ah Li swam to the edge of the bathtub, leaned on his arm and looked at him: "Thanks to Master Ning, I have escaped the gates of hell."
Ning Huaiqing's wildly beating heart suddenly slowed down. He spoke with a difficult tone, "I'm sorry."
Only he himself knew that the sword he stabbed at her that day was filled with murderous intent.
She could have taken advantage of his unpreparedness to kill him, but she avoided his vital points and let him go.
"At that time, you stabbed me through and through, so my technique is not that accurate anymore." Ali said calmly, not looking very concerned.
Ning Huaiqing was stunned, then smiled bitterly and shook his head. His back looked lonely and desolate. "With your martial arts skills, it would be easy for you to take my life, even if I were seriously injured."
He's really amazing. He's brought the topic to an end again.
Ali ignored his self-absorbed sorrow and simply called out his name: "Ning Huaiqing."
"I'm here." Ning Huaiqing couldn't help but stand up straight, waiting quietly for her next words.
"Can you sit down? I'm tired of looking up at you." Ali said word by word.
Upon hearing this, Ning Huaiqing put away his sword and sat down.
Ali was not very satisfied: "Come closer, my voice is hoarse and it's hard for me to speak."
This time Ning Huaiqing moved much slower. He turned his back to A Li, and after a struggle between his conscience and his desires, he reluctantly moved back, not daring to look back.
Ali held up his head and said, "Are you also afraid to look at Miss Qin, Miss Duan, and Miss Sui?"
"What?" Ning Huaiqing didn't react and could only explain word by word, "Miss Qin is Miss Duan from Cangwu Sect. They are the same person. Sui Qin is my cousin. I dare not look at them..."
As he spoke, his head, which had been a little dizzy from the steam, finally turned around. His ears were burning red and his palms were sweating. "This... is different."
The time, the place, and the people are all different.
Fearing that Ali would ask some shocking questions, Ning Huaiqing quickly continued, "What on earth happened tonight?"
Ali stopped teasing him for the moment and told him what he could about what happened after he was injured.
Ning Huaiqing's sword almost took her life. Fortunately, she had the Soul-Fixing Orb that she begged the system for, which allowed her to return here with a breath left.
The religion only uses witch doctors, whose medical skills are better than those of ordinary doctors.
But her injury was indeed too severe. In order to recover as quickly as possible, she ordered the witch doctor to use the tribe's Nine Lives Resurrection Technique on her after she woke up.
He destroyed the body that he had worked so hard to restore, and when on the verge of death, he used the unique skills of the witch doctor tribe to heal the wounds, and finally assisted by magical medicine to bring him back to life.
This method is extremely dangerous. It can be said that one is in a desperate situation and will survive. If one is not careful, one will bleed to death from all seven orifices. Few people in the Divine Religion have dared to use it over the years.
This was a matter she privately appointed by the chief witch doctor, and no one else knew about it, so there was chaos that day.
However, this Nine Lives Resurrection Technique was indeed useful. Not long after Zhu Yu went out, she woke up. She was just sweating a lot, and it was sticky on her body and she felt uncomfortable, so she went into the bathtub to take a bath.
Ning Huaiqing listened and lowered his head silently, bitterness spreading in his heart: "It's my fault that you are like this."
Going back again.
Ali moved his numb arm and said, "I've lied to you many times before. Have you forgotten?"
This time, there was a longer silence.
Ali waited for a long time before hearing Ning Huaiqing's voice again: "You and I have different positions. Who am I to blame you?"
"If I were in your position, I would do the same."
All the words that Ali had prepared were stuck in her throat. Her throat suddenly felt itchy and dry, and she couldn't help coughing.
Ning Huaiqing subconsciously wanted to turn around, but stopped himself mid-move: "Do you want me to call a doctor?"
"No need." Ali shook his head.
She looked at Ning Huaiqing's perfectly behaved figure and said softly, "Ning Huaiqing, you really don't seem like the decent people I know."
Ning Huaiqing smiled and said, "What kind of decent people do you know?"
"All the decent people are hypocritical and always want to kill us. It's really annoying." Ali said.
Ning Huaiqing didn't get angry, but slowly said, "There are indeed people like this among the decent people, but most of them are not like this, just like not all of you in the Demon Sect are evil, right?"
Ali blinked and said nothing.
Ning Huaixiu continued, "The battle between good and evil will never end. If you are willing to let go of Linfeng Villa and the others in the martial arts world—"
"I've laid so much groundwork just to say this?" Ali interrupted him coldly.
Ning Huaiqing's heart sank, and he wanted to explain that it was not true, and that he came tonight because he was worried about her.
But at this moment, these words seem so pale and powerless.
He didn't want to hurt her, but he also had the heavy mission of the sect on his shoulders, which he couldn't let go or get rid of.
She must be very disappointed.
"Master Ning, this is my bedroom, please leave."
In an instant, Ning Huaiqing's heart was shattered, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He tried hard to control his emotions, but the moment he stood up, he heard a scream and a loud sound of someone falling into the water from behind him.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he quickly jumped into the bathtub and looked around for Ali.
Once again, he rescued her from the water.
The two of them hugged each other, both soaked. Ning Huaiqing wanted to carry the drowned and unconscious Ali to the shore, but found that she had opened her eyes and was looking at him intently.
“You didn’t…”
The rest of the words were lost between Ali's lips and teeth.
Instantly separate.
Ning Huaiqing opened his eyes wide, his heart beating like thunder, but he still remembered what he had not finished saying: "You lied to me again."
Ali put her arms around his shoulders and kissed the corner of his lips again: "Yes, I lied to you."
Ning Huaiqing's face flushed red, and he didn't dare to meet her burning gaze. The young hero, who had achieved fame at a young age, stuttered uncontrollably: "I'll carry you up first."
Ali pressed his shoulders and told him not to move.
She was only wearing a thin robe, which was soaked by water and stuck tightly to her body, revealing her curves under the almost transparent robe.
"Right here."
"What?" Ning Huaiqing's five senses were extremely sensitive at this moment, and the string in his heart was stretched to the limit.
Ali's eyes sparkled as he stared at Ning Huaiqing forcefully, "Don't you want to save those people from Linfeng Villa? Do as I say, and I'll spare their lives."
Seeing that Ning Huaiqing seemed to be stunned, Ali pushed him to the edge of the bathtub and kissed him lightly, but his hands could not untie his belt.
Ali frowned and tugged at it impatiently, but his hand, which was acting in a disorderly and random manner, was grabbed by a big hand.
Desire slowly surfaced in Ning Huaiqing's clear eyes, but he always restrained himself from taking any action.
He restrained Ali's restless hands while gently holding her slender waist to prevent her from falling into the water: "Even for them, we can't... do this to you..."
Ah Li was a little angry. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she bit his lips fiercely: "If you don't move, I will order people to kill them tomorrow and bring their heads to me—"
The two of them switched positions instantly. Ning Huaiqing put one hand behind her head and suddenly kissed her chattering lips, his eyes deep and terrifying.
He imitated her and slowly traced her red lips.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, Ali soon couldn't breathe. She patted Ning Huaiqing's stiff shoulders, but he remained unmoved.
Behind him was the icy jade, and in front of him was the hot and powerful Ning Huaiqing. For the first time, Ali experienced the duality of ice and fire.
She asked for it.
The water in the pool rippled in circles until Ali was almost suffocated, and Ning Huaiqing suddenly let her go.
Ali leaned weakly in his arms, breathing deeply.
Ning Huaiqing couldn't think of anything else at this moment. He pressed A-li against the pool wall and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Do you want to continue?"
Ali quickly regained his composure, his eyes twinkling, "Didn't I just tell you? Do as I say."
Ning Huaiqing did not say anything, but responded to her order with practical actions.
"There are four joys in life: a downpour after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial examination."
When his teacher read this poem to him as a child, Ning Huaiqing never thought about what kind of woman he would meet, fall in love with, and spend his life with in the future.
At that time, he was still a child, and his mind and eyes were full of martial arts and swordsmanship.
He wanted to finish his studies as quickly as possible, to be a son that his parents would be satisfied with, to be a senior brother that his fellow students could trust, and to be a heroic knight that everyone praised.
There are many things he wants to be, but he doesn't have anything, and he doesn't know what he wants to be.
The robe that was dangling from his shoulders finally fell off, and Ali guided him, crossing the border little by little.
Just like the separation of good and evil, and the principles of etiquette and morality.
It was as if she had barged into his life recklessly, as if the iron rule he had always adhered to had been broken.
But strangely, Ning Huaiqing did not object to this.
He has been a studious and motivated student since he was young. He learns things quickly, and this is no exception.
Ali leaned against the pool wall, tilted his head slightly, revealing his slender neck, but Ning Huaiqing suddenly stopped.
Ali opened his eyes dissatisfiedly and saw Ning Huaiqing staring at the sword wound on his heart in a daze.
"sorry."
He said it again, his breath spraying on her heart.
A Li's heart ached. She ruffled Ning Huaiqing's messy hair and pretended to be angry: "Is this the time to talk about this?"
"If you hadn't deviated by an inch at the last moment, I would have died."
"I know, I've always known."
Ning Huaiqing's eyes turned slightly red, and a sour feeling appeared on the tip of his nose.
He slowly lowered his head and kissed the hideous scar almost devoutly.
Where Ali couldn't see, a tear quietly fell from the corner of Ning Huaiqing's red eye, quickly merged into the pool water and disappeared.
The palace is deep and sleepless all night.
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