Chapter 77: City of Redemption (12) Heart
Wen Yin's soft voice echoed in the hall.
The person in front of him did not show any anger at being exposed. Instead, he let out a low and joyful chuckle as if he had heard something interesting.
The laughter was still ethereal, but it was also filled with an almost intimate mockery.
His arm around Wen Yin's waist did not move at all, but his fingers on Wen Yin's collarbone continued to move upwards.
The cold fingertips did not use any force, but simply brushed lightly across the artery on the side of Wen Yin's neck with a technique like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
Wherever the fingertips passed, it brought an instinctive shudder.
"Same person?"
He repeated it, his voice almost touching Wen Yin's ear, with a contradiction of warmth and coldness.
“That’s true, but not entirely.”
The slender knuckles moved away, fell on the back of Wen Yin's neck, and finally disappeared into her soft black hair.
'Gaxier' held Wen Yin's neck, buried his nose in her neck almost greedily, and took a deep breath.
The gesture was full of undisguised possessiveness and an obsession with a specific scent.
"He is an empty shell stripped of all 'impurities', and I"
The tip of 'Gaxier's' tongue was wet and cool as it gently licked the fragile skin on Wen Yin's neck.
"It's the 'impurities' that have been stripped away..."
"...So, I am more complete than him, and more...hungry."
Wen Yin trembled instinctively.
“Now that you’re here…”
The voice of 'Gasir' continued to be heard, lazily and comfortably.
"Then, I will enjoy this sweetness that 'he' has not yet touched."
Before he finished speaking, his cold lips precisely covered Wen Yin's warm neck.
It was not a gentle kiss, but a kind of rubbing and biting with a sense of savoring.
The damp and cold touch pressed against the skin, and the tip of the teeth rolled over the fragile and pulsating carotid artery under the skin, bringing a shudder mixed with tingling pain and extreme danger.
It seems to be trying to figure out where to start taking the bite in order to absorb the most delicious source of life.
Wen Yingao sat on the throne, like a victim nailed to the altar, forced to expose his most vulnerable part to a dark god.
Enduring this ritual full of blasphemy and possessiveness.
The cold throne, the restraining embrace, and the cold and wet touch on her neck all gave her the illusion that she was being sacrificed.
At the same time, the hem of her soft robe was quietly lifted up by something.
Something cold and slippery was slowly climbing up along the curve of her ankle.
Just as the thing was about to pass over her knees, Wen Yin instinctively pressed down the strange touch under her skirt.
The movements were filled with obvious panic.
"Wait... wait..."
Wen Yin raised her eyes, which were instantly filled with physiological tears. Her voice was soft and timid, with a pitiful tremor.
"Can you... let me go back? I... I'm scared..."
[Host, scan completed.]
As soon as Wen Yin finished speaking, the childish voice of 028 came over.
[Most of the target's body is a highly condensed dark substance, resembling a solid crystal of negative energy.]
[But at the location of his heart, a mass of empty darkness was detected, with an extremely faint white light source seemingly enveloping it.]
Almost at the same time as 028 finished speaking, 'Gasir' moved his head buried in her neck.
The sharp teeth bit her fragile skin maliciously, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
A vague and low voice mixed with a cold breath came:
"Let you go back?"
He seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke, "No... You smell... too good..."
He took another gentle bite, like an appetizer before savoring the meal.
"Makes me feel... very, very... hungry."
He pronounced the word "hungry" particularly clearly, with an irresistible demand.
[Host, that white light source may be the breakthrough point to return.]
There was a hint of nervousness in 028's voice. After all, its host was crying with its head tilted back, revealing its fragile neck. It was really... too destructive...
And this dark version of 'Gasir' seemed to be ready to sit on this throne and enjoy his spoils openly.
Before 028 finished sighing, it saw the host release the hand that was pressing on the leg to prevent the unknown object under the skirt from rising.
The slender white fingers trembled as if unable to bear it and pressed against 'Gasir's' shoulder.
After a few seconds, Wen Yin seemed unable to bear this excessive intimacy, and her palm naturally slid down.
Finally, through the thin fabric, it covered the left side of 'Gasir's' chest, the place where darkness and faint light were beating.
[Is this the place?]
028 The host, who looked weak and pitiful in his eyes, trembling and crying in the arms of the dark version of the Son of God, spoke with an eerie calmness in his voice.
028 was startled by the contrast and paused for half a second before answering.
[Ah...yes, yes!]
The echo of the word "yes" was still echoing in 028's mind when he saw the body of "Gasir" stiffen while it was still buried in the host's neck.
The whole person seemed to be frozen on the throne.
Wen Yin's slender white hand had already sunk into Gasiel's chest.
Gashier raised his head stiffly.
An emotion almost like astonishment appeared in the pure black pupils filled with desire.
This was not only because of Wen Yin's almost suicidal behavior, but also because he felt a warm hand penetrate his empty heart without any hindrance and touched something that he had almost forgotten.
There, a faint light tightly wrapped in the thick darkness flickered quietly between Wen Yin's slender white fingers.
Far from being repulsive, they exude a soft and intimate resonance that gently lingers on the girl's fingertips.
Wen Yin felt the arm around her waist subconsciously tighten a little.
An almost self-deprecating and incredulous voice rang in Wen Yin's ears.
"There's actually light in my body..."
He seemed to be asking Wen Yin, but also seemed to be questioning himself.
An existence that represents extreme darkness actually discovered that there is still a faint light at its core.
This is undoubtedly the greatest irony and paradox.
Just as he was surprised by this unexpected discovery, the white light that was attracted by the temperature of Wen Yin's fingertips, as if it had life, tightly wrapped around Wen Yin's fingers.
The faint light suddenly spread.
Instantly engulfed the two people overlapping in the entire Black and White Temple.
Wen Yin only felt an irresistible pulling force coming from her fingertips, and her eyes were enveloped by a pure and warm white, as if she had fallen into a weightless dream.
All the coldness, confinement, and malice were thrown away at this moment.
Soon, the scene in front of her began to become clear. Wen Yin blinked and looked around in disbelief.
The cold and silent black and white temple disappeared.
Instead, there is a vibrant and green rural scene.
Warm but not scorching sunlight shines through the sparse clouds.
In the distance are rolling grassy hillsides, and nearby are several wooden houses with chimneys.
The fence was covered with unknown wild flowers, and the air was filled with a fresh scent of grass, soil and sunshine.
You can even hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Everything is filled with tranquility, peace and... vitality.
It was completely different from the malicious black and white world just now, and the cold and oppressive Holy City of Redemption in reality.
Wen Yin stood there in a daze, feeling a little dazed for a moment, almost wondering if she had fallen into another more elaborate illusion.
Until a burst of cheerful laughter came from far away, breaking the tranquility of the countryside.
Several children wearing coarse clothes and with rosy cheeks were running down the hillside, chasing and playing.
When they saw Wen Yin standing on the side of the road, they suddenly stopped, huddled together, and looked at her, the sudden stranger, with curious and somewhat timid eyes.
The children whispered to each other for a while, and finally, a boy who was a little braver was pushed out.
He cautiously took a few steps forward, raised his head, and asked in a clear childish voice:
"Brother and sister, are you from the Holy City?"
elder brother? ?
Wen Yin was stunned and subconsciously looked behind her following the child's gaze.
Then I found that 'Gashir', dressed in a black robe, was standing blankly in the grass full of flowers.
It was still the same face that was between a teenager and a young man, perfect to the point of being unreal, and the same light golden hair that shone softly in the sunlight.
But there was no empty divinity on his face, nor any dark malice or evil.
Instead, there was an expression of near pure bewilderment and shock.
He just stood there, the sunlight shining on him, and his black robe couldn't hide a sense of fragility that was out of tune with the surrounding environment, yet strangely integrated.
Wen Yin's heart skipped a beat.
The children in front of them were still looking at Wen Yin, and then at the black-robed "brother" behind her who was obviously also in shock, and the curiosity on their faces became even stronger.
Wen Yin gave the children a gentle and harmless smile and asked softly, "We came here to collect folk songs... but we accidentally got lost. Excuse me... where is this place?"
When the children heard this answer, their curiosity seemed to grow even stronger.
A little boy with short blond hair blinked his big eyes and asked curiously, "Lost? This is Gila Town."
He pointed to a place not far behind him and said enthusiastically, "Would you like to go to my house for some water? My mother makes delicious mint tea!"
Wen Yin looked back at Gasiel and found that he was still in a daze, his light golden eyes staring blankly at the hills and wooden houses in the distance, as if his soul had been pulled out.
Wen Yin now needed to understand where this was first. She suppressed the shock in her heart and gave the enthusiastic little boy a more gentle smile.
"Thank you, little friend. I'm thirsty too, so I'm sorry to bother you."
She paused, and said in a very friendly tone: "By the way, I still don't know your name?"
When the little boy heard Wen Yin agree, his eyes curved with joy.
When asked his name, he puffed out his chest, blinked his beautiful pale golden eyes that shone like honey in the sun, and spoke innocently and straightforwardly:
"Sister, you can call me, Gashir!"
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