Chapter 165 - Thoughts
The blush was like the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow in early spring, spreading from the tip of the ear to the entire earlobe, and even had a tendency to spread towards the neck!
It formed an extreme and strange contrast with the ferocious and cold dark golden dragon pattern on his left cheek!
He wasn't awake! But he knew! He knew everything!
This realization exploded in Xie Zhao's mind like thunder, shattering his soul! It was a hundred times more terrifying than when he faced the Burning Heaven Refining World Cannon just now!
"I...I'll go see if the deer is asleep!" Xie Zhao's voice changed tone, with obvious tremors and an attempt to cover up his mistake.
He didn't dare to stay any longer, nor did he bother to pick up the fallen Jinghong Talisman Pen. Like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on and then realized it was a tiger that stepped on it, he turned around and ran away!
The dark figure disappeared into the shadow of the main hall after a few rises and falls, moving so fast that it brought up a gust of wind.
The light of the talisman lamp still flows gently.
Until Xie Zhao's figure completely disappeared behind the palace gate, until the hurried footsteps faded away.
On the stone base, Chu Linyuan, who had been "sleeping" with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes very slowly.
The depths of those icy eyes were no longer a frozen pond, but instead surged with complex undercurrents—astonishment? Anger? Helplessness? And even a hint of... a ripple stirred by that unexpected warm touch, one that even he couldn't comprehend.
His eyes first fell on the Jinghong Talisman Pen lying quietly on the ground. The pen was warm and smooth, reflecting a restrained luster under the talisman lamp.
Then, his slender fingers touched the corner of his lips almost imperceptibly - there seemed to be a faint trace of Xie Zhao's warm touch.
Chu Linyuan frowned deeply, and for the first time, an expression that could be described as "confused" appeared on his cold face.
He raised his hand and gently touched his earlobe with his fingertips, which was still burning hot. The burning touch clearly reminded him of what had just happened.
“…” Chu Linyuan’s thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into an almost inaudible sigh filled with deep helplessness and a barely perceptible hoarseness.
He closed his eyes again and tried to focus on regulating his breathing. However, his mind was completely disturbed.
The warm glow of the talisman lamp floating at his side fell on his cold black clothes, on the tips of his slightly red ears, and on the hilt of the Frost Silence sword that he was holding tightly.
The hilt of the sword was icy cold, but it couldn't suppress the spark of passion at the root of his ear.
In the darkness of the abyss, a little fire in the heart was quietly ignited, but it has already spread to the whole prairie.
A sleepless night...
The morning light was so stingy that it barely penetrated the thick evil clouds, casting only a few dim beams of light on the Immortal-killing Square.
The lingering smell of gunpowder smoke and the sulfurous smell of the burning golden flames in the air had not yet dissipated, mixed with the slightly sweet and fishy smell of Luo Hongyi's poisonous mushrooms, forming a strange post-war aftertaste.
Xie Zhao tossed and turned on the straw mat in the corner of the main hall, like a pancake.
Under the warm light of the talisman lamp, Chu Linyuan's earlobes, which quickly turned red, burned his soul like a brand.
The brief ecstasy of successfully kissing her was crushed by the overwhelming shame and the huge fear that "Senior Brother is actually awake".
He covered his head with an animal-skin blanket, trying to suffocate himself; then he suddenly sat up and frantically ruffled his already frizzy hair.
"It's over, it's over..." He wailed silently into the air, his peach blossom eyes filled with despair, "Xie Zhao, ah Xie Zhao! I told you to be mean... No, mean with your mouth! Now you're in trouble! Bingzhazi will definitely think I'm a pervert! How can we fight side by side in the future? How can I pull out his Dragon Demon? My Chenji Star Sand! My Talisman Array Tower!"
Just as he was trying to suffocate himself with the blanket for the umpteenth time, Su Tang's energetic and deliberately raised voice came from outside the hall:
"Family! Morning treat! Exclusive broadcast! The two core heroes of last night's battle in Burning Sky Valley—Big Brother is performing his ice sculpture art online! Second Brother... uh... Second Brother is still undergoing a mysterious post-battle deep spiritual power recovery! We'll reveal it to you later!"
This was followed by the subtle hum of the photo stone activating and the sound of the camera sweeping across the empty square.
Xie Zhao shuddered! Spiritual power restored? Restored? His natal talisman pen was still lying at the crime scene!
When Xie Zhao thought about the Jinghong Talisman Pen lying alone beside the tower base, which might be captured by Su Tang's camera at any time, or even be "accidentally" stepped on by Chu Linyuan... his scalp instantly went numb!
"No! My pen!" He suddenly lifted the blanket and jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
He peeked out stealthily through the crack in the temple door—Chu Linyuan was indeed beside the tower base, with his back to the main hall, his figure as straight as a pine tree, concentrating on using the black ice evil spirit to repair the last few tiny cracks on the tower base.
The morning light outlined his hard silhouette, and he looked... normal?
Xie Zhao took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress his pounding heart and the heat on his face, and slipped out of the main hall like a thief.
He crouched down, trying to move close to the shadow of the wall, aiming directly at the familiar silver luster beside the tower base.
Just when he was only three steps away from the talisman pen, and his fingertips were almost touching the pen holder—
"Hey~ Isn't this our second senior brother?" Luo Hongyi's lazy and playful voice sounded behind him like a ghost.
She had unknowingly found herself leaning against the newly erected star-patterned iron frame beside the herb garden, her fingertips twisting a dark green poisonous weed with star-speckled edges. A knowing smile graced her beautiful face. "How's your recovery going? So early in the morning... how's your crawling practice?"
Xie Zhao's body froze instantly! His fingertips were only a centimeter away from the pen!
He suddenly stood up straight, and a brilliant smile that was uglier than crying instantly appeared on his face. He tried to hide it: "Ha...haha! Good morning, Junior Sister Luo! I'm just... stretching my muscles! By the way... looking for my pen! Yes! Looking for a pen!"
He quickly bent down, picked up the Jinghong Fu Pen on the ground, and held it tightly in his hand as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Looking for a pen?" Luo Hongyi's lips curled slightly, her eyes flicking pointedly over Xie Zhao's visibly red ears. She then glanced at Chu Linyuan, who seemed oblivious but stood remarkably straight beside the tower base. "I see your spiritual energy recovery is... quite intense, aren't it? Your ears are red."
"Hot! Yes! Too hot! This abyss is so hot!" Xie Zhao fanned himself with his hands, his eyes wandering. He didn't dare look in Chu Linyuan's direction, let alone respond to Luo Hongyi's words. He turned around and wanted to slip away, "Well... I'm going to help Tie Niu smelt the scrap! See you later!"
"Second Brother!" Su Tang's voice was like a ghost chasing after her soul. The little girl, holding the photo stone, blocked Xie Zhao's way in one step. Her psychic eyes were frighteningly bright, and the camera was fixed on Xie Zhao's red face. "Explain it to me? That warm talisman lamp next to Senior Brother last night... was it you who secretly lit it? And your rosy little face... Tsk tsk, is this a record of the warming emotions after the war?"
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