Chapter 127 - The First Cry of the Talisman Tower
Xie Zhao raised his hand to catch it, and took a big gulp without even looking at it. He was choked by the bitter, spicy taste with a sense of starry sky, and rolled his eyes: "Ahem... Junior Sister Luo... your medicine... is murdering my dear... ahem... my dear senior brother..."
"The poison won't kill you!" Luo Hongyi glared at him unhappily, but a wisp of mild poison mist shot out from her fingertips and merged into Xie Zhao's body, helping him to dissolve the effects of the drug.
Su Tang finally dared to breathe, patting her chest, her face pale: "I'm so scared... I'm so scared... Longsha is out of control!"
Tie Niu scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "Second Brother... next time you come to collect the debt... can you please pick a good time? I just almost threw the new meteorite I carried out and smashed it against the door..."
Chu Linyuan ignored them. He slowly withdrew the power he had transferred into Xie Zhao's body. Seeing that although he was weak, his breathing gradually stabilized and his peach blossom eyes regained their usual brilliance, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
He bent down and silently picked up the Frost Silence Ancient Sword that had fallen to the ground.
The sword was icy cold, retaining the lingering charm of the Supreme Forgetfulness. He glanced at the hilt, then glanced at Xie Zhaozheng carefully wiping the Jinghong Talisman Brush, and the image of the worn Nuanyang Talisman flashed through his mind.
"Senior Brother," Xie Zhao's voice was hoarse with exhaustion, but extremely clear. He shook the Jinghong Talisman Pen in his hand and said, "The ruthless smell of the Frost Silence Sword... hasn't dissipated completely yet, right? That blow just now was cold enough." He was hinting at something, staring at Chu Linyuan's profile with burning eyes.
Chu Linyuan's attempt to sheath his sword completely stopped. He didn't turn around, his icy eyes still fixed on the evil clouds surging in the direction of the abyss. However, the layer of absolute coldness around him, which was left by the Supreme Forgetfulness and kept strangers away, seemed to be cracked by Xie Zhao's words.
"Shut up." Chu Linyuan's voice was low, with a barely perceptible hoarseness. It was no longer a pure, cold command, but more like a warning... one that forced down some surging emotions. "Regulate your breathing."
"I'm adjusting it!" Xie Zhao immediately took advantage of the situation and took two steps closer with a smile. The tip of the Jinghong Talisman Pen almost poked the black clothes on Chu Linyuan's back. "Look, the heart talisman is beating so happily! This is thanks to you, senior brother, who is the 'timely rain'!" He deliberately emphasized the three words "timely rain", his peach blossom eyes curved with a mischievous look of surviving a disaster and a barely perceptible exploration.
Chu Linyuan's body tensed imperceptibly for a moment. Xie Zhao's uncomfortably close presence, the subtle touch of Jinghong's brush, and the naked reference in his words—towards his desperate last moments of Dragon Evil, his uncontrolled roar... These were like tiny flames, burning his heart, which had just been forcibly frozen.
He turned around suddenly!
The movement was as fast as lightning! The dark robes brought up a cold and murderous wind.
Xie Zhao felt his vision darken as a cold, powerful, calloused hand gripped his wrist fiercely. The force was so strong it nearly crushed his bones! It was Chu Linyuan's left hand!
“Hiss—!” Xie Zhao gasped in pain, grimacing, “Gently…gently! Senior Brother! The hand that was just saved! The one that draws talismans!”
Chu Linyuan's icy pupils were close at hand, seething with crimson embers and lingering ice, like an abyss of ice and fire. He stared intently at Xie Zhao's face, slightly twisted in pain but still adorned with a provocative smile, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.
The fingers gripping the wrist not only did not loosen, but tightened even more, as if trying to convey some indescribable emotion through this brutal force.
"If you move again," Chu Linyuan's voice was extremely low, like the scraping of cold iron, and every word was filled with ice chips. "Chop it off."
"..." Xie Zhao's smile froze. The sharp pain in his wrist was real, but the intensely complex emotions in Chu Linyuan's eyes, the ones that threatened to consume him, were even more real. There was fear, rage, and something deeper, something he'd deliberately masked with coldness and violence.
The air around them solidified again.
Su Tang's camera lens was fixed on their clasped (or rather, one-sidedly clamped) wrists, not daring to breathe. Luo Hongyi folded her arms, a playful curve of her lips. Tie Niu scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face.
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